I don’t know if it’s the ‘please’ or my scent or the fact that he has to fight himself against all of it, but it’s like he can’t resist after that.
He makes a low noise in his throat, half a growl, half a sound of his own desperation, and he grabs me, hauling me in close. His lips find mine, but the kiss is anything but gentle.
It’s hard and filthy, his tongue plunging into my mouth and laying a claim there that sets me on fire. The other two groan at the sight, and Everett’s dominance is much more pronounced now.
I cling to him, kissing back, letting him sweep me along however he wants. It scratches that itch in me, even as it sparks the heat to burn higher, making me want him more.
It’s thrilling to give up control to him. To let him move me where he wants me and not have to think about anything. He can make all the decisions, and all I have to do is take what he gives me.
I gasp when he flips me, putting me on my hands and knees again. Cash and Lincoln move out of the way, but I feel the weight of their eyes on me, watching everything.
“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” Everett growls.
He touches me, sliding a hand down my back, palming my ass. Cash and Lincoln do too, their hands moving through my hair and cupping my face, caressing my tits, my thighs, my calves.
They’re everywhere, and I’m floating and drowning at the same time. It all works me up, making me want it all the more. All I can do is lean into their touches and try to remember how to fucking breathe.
The pulse of my heat is still there, beating through me and reminding me that this isn’t enough. It’s a good appetizer, but it craves the main course.
Before I can get too needy, Everett’s voice cuts through the haze. “Spread yourself open for me,” he orders.
Even if I wanted to question him, hearing an Alpha tell me to do it spurs me into motion. I go down onto my chest, turning my head to rest my cheek on the pillow, and reach behind me.
My face burns as I grab my ass and spread the cheeks, letting Everett see everything. I feel filthy, but so, so fucking turned on at the same time. My heart is beating so loud and so fast that I’m surprised they can’t hear it, and every second that passes just kicks the need up into a higher gear.
And then Everett leans back, and I hear the sound of him spitting before I feel the impact of it. The wet heat of it sliding around my asshole.
I suck in a sharp gasp, jerking hard when Everett’s fingers are there suddenly. He spreads the moisture around and then penetrates the tight furl of muscle with one finger.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, trembling at the intrusion. “Oh my god.”
“Can you come like this?” Everett asks. He gathers some of my slick with his other hand and uses it to make it easier for him to finger my ass. One finger moves in and out with ease, so he adds another. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t—don’t know,” I choke out.
But my body seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to that. It’s already starting to grow hotter and wetter, and my pussy throbs. Some of the emptiness is eased by his fingers in my ass, and I’m surprised to feel the building of pleasure already.
The sounds are wet and filthy as he starts fucking his fingers in and out of me, and I feel the burn of the stretch and the way my ass starts to relax for him.
“You’re taking it so well,” Cash says, and I know his eyes are locked on the sight. “You’re so fucking good, songbird.”
“So good,” Lincoln echoes. “Fuck, look at you.”
The praise and the ever present press of Everett’s fingers is enough to have me squirming in place. My own grip on my ass cheeks gets slick with sweat as the pleasure climbs higher and higher, burning me from the inside out.
My breathing grows ragged, and every exhale is a moan.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” And it catches me by surprise almost, the force of the orgasm when it tears through me. I fight to breathe, shaking my way through it, my pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing as I ride it out.
Everett gives me a few seconds to recover before he’s pulling his fingers out of my ass and grabbing my hips. Something about the way he holds on to me feels right, and I moan with need, desperate for more, even though I just came. It’s like I can’t get enough. Every orgasm just makes me want more, makes me need it, and it seems like Everett doesn’t intend to make me beg.
The blunt head of his cock probes up against my pussy, and I suck in a sharp breath as he slides inside. It burns, my body trying to accommodate his size, but at the same time, it’s sogood. It feels like he belongs inside me, and I moan, bucking back, trying to get him deeper and take more.
“Just like that,” Everett growls. “You know what you need, don’t you?”
I nod frantically, choking on a breathless sob as he starts to move. He fucks into me hard, his body pressed against mine as his hips piston, driving his cock in deep. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and I can hear his growls and grunts of pleasure in my ear as he bends double over my body.
Even with all that, I can tell he’s holding something back, not giving me the full force of him. But I don’t care to fight about that now. Not when what he’s doing feels perfect.