Harper moans, high pitched and needy, and we all laugh at that. She’s so far gone now, getting closer and closer to falling apart while I pound into her.
Everett smirks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I don’t know how she couldn’t realize what a treat she is to watch,” Lincoln says. “And how considerate of her to make sure that we woke up to watch this show.”
“I—I didn’t mean to,” she whines, turning to look at them. “I just… it’s just?—”
“Shh,” Lincoln says. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t lying when I said I was glad you woke us up. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”
“Are you just going to watch?” I ask them. “I’m happy to fuck her on my own if you two need more beauty rest.”
It doesn’t take more than that to get them off the bed and coming over to where we are. They touch her immediately, hands sliding over her skin, playing with her hair, groping her tits. Everett’s fingers find their way between her legs, and when Harper gasps sharply and clenches hard around me, I know he’s playing with her clit.
Lincoln’s mouth goes to her neck, kissing and biting, soothing the sting with his tongue.
“See what you do to us?” I ask her. “We can’t keep our hands off you. Even if you weren’t in heat right now, we’d want to be like this. Touching you, kissing you, buried inside of you.”
“He’s right,” Everett agrees. “You’re the most beautiful mess right now, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Look at yourself. Look at how wrecked you are right now.”
He makes her gaze back at her reflection, and her breathing hitches as he meets her own eyes. They’re blown wide with lust and want and heat, and her body shudders with it. I can feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the grip growing tighter, and I grit my teeth as the feeling takes me closer to my own pleasure.
“Fuck. Not gonna last like this.”
Harper’s humming turns into desperate moans, and my rhythm gets rougher and deeper, slamming into her over and over again, making her cry out my name.
“Please,” she moans, her eyes practically rolling back in her head. “I’m so close. I need it.”
“I know, songbird,” I say, soothing her. “I’m gonna give you everything you need. Don’t worry about that.”
She nods eagerly, like she trusts me to provide, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the hotter. Harper is trembling all over, caught between the three of us as we watch her in the mirror. She glances between us in the reflection, her cheeks flushed, but not looking away.
Everett growls low, squeezing her heavy breasts. “Come on,” he says. “Come for us. Let us see it.”
That’s all it takes for her. She screams as she comes, soaking my cock and clenching so hard around me that I snarl and force my knot into her with one hard thrust. I hold on tight to her as I flood her with warmth, words of praise and filth falling from my lips without me thinking about it.
“You’re so fucking full, aren’t you? Full of my cock, my knot, my cum. And you love it. You’re perfect. This is exactly how you were meant to take it. Fucking beautiful.”
Lincoln kisses her jaw, stroking her hair softly. “You did so good,” he praises her. “You’re always so good for us.”
“You are,” Everett echoes, dragging his hand down her back. He keeps the other on her chest, groping her roughly.
I wrap my arms around her, keeping her grounded while my knot holds us together, letting her shiver her way through the aftershocks and remember how to breathe as she comes down.
It takes a few long minutes before she shudders once and gasps out, “Holy shit.”
I chuckle, pulling her flush against me, her back to my chest. I tilt her head to kiss her, not because of the heat, but because I just really want to.
Chapter 30
Harper
It’s been two days since my heat started, and honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt so blissed out and wrecked at the same time. I’m sore and satisfied, and even the waves of need that rise and fall unpredictably aren’t so scary now because I know I’m going to be taken care of.
Cash, Lincoln, and Everett have done nothing but take care of me the whole time.
Right now I’m sprawled in my nest, naked and flushed from the constant rotation of sex, sleep, food, and more sex. My head is on Cash’s thigh, and the warmth of him is soothing. His scent is all around me, mixed with Everett and Lincoln’s too, and it’s absolutely perfect. It’s everything I wanted and needed and didn’t know how to ask for.
Cash strokes my hair, his fingers rubbing lightly at my scalp. He’s not trying to turn me on, but every part of me is so sensitive that it’s sort of happening anyway. It doesn’t take much right now. But it’s a low hum for the moment, in the background long enough for me to get some food in me.