I’m more than a little aware of the other guys watching us as I rock over Logan’s hips. I’m slick from both my heat and my release, and I can feel a deep ache inside of me, begging to be filled.
“Do we have time?” I pant, grinding down on the hard line of his cock in his jeans. “Can I take your knot before we get home?”
Tristan groans into the side of my neck, while Ellis pops off the bed to look out the window. “We’ve got about twenty minutes left.”
I cock a brow at Logan, who grins back, almost boyish in his eagerness. “Fuck, yeah. Let’s break in this pretty little tin can.”
I roll my eyes at him, but then I’m distracted by all his wriggling as he pulls off his jeans. I’m tempted to help, but his thumb is already circling my clit, so I just plant my hands on his abs and kiss the lily inked on his heart. When he’s stripped off his boxers, his cock slaps against my ass, and I groan as he lifts his knees, planting his feet on the bed. I’m caged in by slabs of thick muscle, dusted with hair, and all deliciously male.
“Put it in, Logan,” I moan, feeling sparks of arousal dance down my arms. It usually takes me about four hours to get to this state, but that’s not factoring in my present company, of course. “I need you, Alpha.”
He hisses through his teeth as he lifts my hips, shuffling me back until I’m poised over his cock. “You ready, LeeLee?”
“Ugh.” I don’t manage to get out much more before he’s easing me down onto his lap. I think he’s expecting the usual resistance, because his eyes blow wide as I take his throbbing shaft in one clenching slide.
“Jesus, baby. Give a guy some warning…”
Tristan snickers, but I catch Ellis watching us with burning green eyes. He’s lost his shirt, but he’s still in his jeans and he moves uncomfortably as he watches me take Logan to the hilt. Goosebumps pop on my skin as he stares at our joining, and Logan must notice my distraction, because he swipes a thumb over my bottom lip. “You okay with the others lending a hand?”
“Yes.”
He smirks at how quickly I reply, but then he’s all business. “Tristan, can you take care of our girl’s pretty buds while your alpha looks after her clit?”
I shudder, both at the smirking look on his face, and the way the other guys groan their approval. Tristan starts by kissing his way from my wrist to my collarbone, but Ellis falls onto hiselbow, his hands easing my thighs wider. Logan’s abs roll as I clench around him, but he holds himself still as Ellis strokes my slick folds. It’s still a stretch, despite all the lubrication, and I wonder if he’s imagining how I’ll feel around him…
“You look so tight,” he mutters, pressing his finger inside to test the fit. When Logan makes a choking sound, he pauses. “Is this too much help?”
“No,” Logan rumbles, squirming under his touch, “but it’s not gonna help my stamina any.”
Ellis gives a throaty chuckle, drawing back to circle my clit. “Lucky for Lily, she’s got plenty of cocks to go around.”
Logan grunts, but when Tristan bites my nipple, I can’t stop myself from bucking on his lap. “Impatient asshole,” he mutters, earning a laugh from the other guys.
I’m still grinding down on him when Tristan rolls to his side and bats his lashes at me. “Is your mate filling you just right, or would you like a little more thrusting action?”
“More,” I whine, because I can already feel myself inching towards the edge.
“You heard our girl,” Tristan tells Logan with a wicked grin. “How about you show us what all those muscles can do, Marine?”
“Fucking cheeky, too,” Logan mutters, but the other guys back off as he starts to thrust up into my eager heat. It’s not long before sweat is popping on his brow and I’m raking my nails over his gleaming tattoos. Every time with Logan is amazing, but I quickly feel myself go boneless as he tunnels into me, his snapping hips driving deep into my core. “Flipping you, babe.”
It’s all the warning I get before he rolls me onto my back. The bedding catches me like a feather-lined net, but there’s nothing gentle about the need clawing under my skin. Every inch of my body is straining towards my mate, and I feel my eyes roll back as he starts licking over his mating mark.
“He definitely takes instruction well,” Tristan hums from somewhere beside me.
“He’s perfect,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his tireless hips. I can feel my orgasm circling me, the promise of release already tightening my spine.
I want it so badly I almost sob, and when I glance at Tristan, he drops down to my ear and murmurs, “One day, I’m going to photograph you like this. Fucked hard and begging for more. We can put the pictures on the walls of the pack suite.”
I make a choking sound, feeling myself flush all the way to my hairline. “Then... you better... deadlock… the door,” I pant, because there’s no way I’m having Leo or Rosie wandering in there.
Ellis gives a dark chuckle, his thumb back to circling my clit. “We could just keep them in our private collection. Pull them up on our phone when we’re away for work and missing you too much.”
It’s only then I glance over and see that he’s unzipped his jeans, his other hand stroking through the gap as he watches me come undone.
“Please!”
I’m not really sure who I’m begging by this point, but Logan answers by thrusting his knot inside me. The thick ridge of muscle is hot and swollen, rubbing all the right places, and my back bows off the bed as I come with a shout.
