I want to though. I want any part of him I can get right now.
My mouth falls open of its own accord, and Everett chuckles and starts pressing past my lips. It’s a slow, careful slide, contrasting with the way Lincoln’s hips slap against my skin as he fucks me.
More and more of Everett’s cock pushes into my mouth, and even though he’s giving me time to adjust, it’s still a lot.
My eyelids flutter, and when the head of his cock touches the back of my throat, I can’t help but gag a little, overwhelmed. But I’m not in pain, and I definitely don’t want to stop. I’m so fucking full everywhere.
Lincoln’s fingers bite into the fullness of my ass as he grips me tighter, the sound of him pounding into me echoing in the room. Everett starts fucking my mouth, holding himself back to shallow thrusts, but still filling my mouth so much that I have to keep my jaw slack to take him all.
The burning need for this curls through me, filling me up alongside it all. The tension coils in my belly, and it barely has time to simmer before it’s at a full boil, ready to erupt.
Lincoln hits a particularly good spot, and the next thing I know, I’m coming again. It’s harder this time, almost violent as my arms shake and threaten to give out. I sob around Everett’s cock, my toes curling and thighs trembling with the force of thisorgasm. It’s a tidal wave that I don’t have a hope of not drowning in, and I want nothing more than to let it happen.
Behind me, Lincoln curses and thrusts in hard and deep, burying himself in me as his knot starts to swell. It locks us together with a slick snap, and he growls my name as he spills into me.
“Fuck,” Everett groans. “Starlight, you—” His hips jerk, and I can tell he’s right there on the edge. He pulls out quickly, his cock slick with spit, just enough that his knot won’t catch as he comes.
I suck down every drop greedily, while he jerks himself enough to spill it all over my tongue.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters. “You’re not ready yet.”
I have enough clarity to know he means it, even though it’s probably killing him to pull out and not let himself knot me.
I stay there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, making me clench around Lincoln’s knot while we wait for it to go down.
When it finally does, I end up collapsing, boneless and blissed out. I feel good. Better than I ever have, surrounded by heat and scent and the weight of the three Alphas around me.
I feel like I should say something, to thank them or tell them how good it is, but I’m too worn out. Something inside me is curling up with satisfaction from being so sated, and I don’t try to fight it when I end up passing out with the three of them surrounding me.
Chapter 28
Harper
I wake up sometime later and realize I must have dozed off. I find myself sandwiched between Lincoln and Everett, with Cash sort of curled around all of us. It seems like we all needed to recover from the intensity of that first desperate fuck.
My heat is far from over—if anything, that brief bit of satisfaction has only made me even more aware of what I need. The need is still there, dormant at first, but it’s like waking up wakes it up as well. It starts to swell, and the press of it, the heat of it, starts riding me again.
I start squirming where I’m pressed to Lincoln’s chest, a soft involuntary moan spilling out of me.
All three of the Alphas are immediately focused on me, awake and ready for more.
“How do you feel?” Cash asks.
“I’m okay. I need—” I don’t even have to finish that sentence for them to know. I’m sure they can smell it on me. I’m sure they can feel it.
My gaze locks with Everett’s, and I swallow hard. “You held back before,” I say. “Why?”
He takes a deep breath and then looks like he regrets it when he gets flooded with the scent of my need. His jaw goes tight fora second, but then eases up. “I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want my rough side to take over too much.”
I take that in. “I trust you though,” I whisper, surprised by how true that is.
Everett blinks like that surprises him too. But then he shakes his head. “It’s your heat,” he says. “It’s all about you. I’m going to take care of you, but this isn’t about me or Cash or Lincoln. And I’m not going to be too rough with you when you’re like this. It’s a vulnerable time, and you’re too desperate to really think things through.”
“But what if I want you to be a little rough?”
His eyes darken. “You should be careful what you ask for, starlight.”
“Please?” I whisper.