I nod frantically. “More. Right now.”
I push my hips up towards him as he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it over my pussy, up and down.
“Tristan,” I groan.
He notches the head of his cock to my entrance, a tantalizing promise of fullness as he pushes in, a single, torturous inch at a time until he’s thick and full inside me, our hips pressed together and his arms holding me open, my hips off the bed.
He doesn’t move. “Look how your body stretches for me, Bonded,” he rasps. “Made to take me.”
He thrusts, once, then again, pushing himself into me, his hands gripping my hips. His knot pushes against my entrance. Gray and Logan hold me steady, Jax’s hands moving over my skin as Tristanownsme, his cock moving in and out of my body as he sets a pace that makes me jerk in their arms.
The wave starts to build again, my orgasm flashing like lightning down my back as my body bows in their arms. Tristan roars. My eyes close as his knot pulses, my body stretching impossibly wider as it pushes slowly inside, sealing us together as his heat empties inside me.
“Fuck, Sienna,” Tristan croaks. His arms lower me gently to the bed, his body locked with mine as he leans over me. My hands are released, and I raise them shakily. He takes each hand, kissing my palms reverently. “Bonded. Are you alright?”
I nod hazily, adjusting to the feeling of his knot inside me. It’s almost a burn, but it feels so fucking good that my eyes flutter. “Mmm. I think you broke me.”
Tristan laughs breathlessly as he sets down my hands and leans in, his lips tracing over mine. My body still pulses, little aftershocks making me clench around the knot that’s holding me in place.
Tristan sits up, his arms gathering underneath me, and I yelp as he lifts me, taking me with him so my breasts rest against his chest, my face pressed into his neck. His knot shifts inside me, and my whine rolls out into the nest.
I’m not done. But I’m not going anywhere, for the moment.
“More,” I whisper into Tristan’s neck. “Need more.”
There’s warmth at my back, the earthy, misty scent of Jax as he presses kisses along the damp skin at the back of my neck. I stretch back against him and his hands slide around to cup my breasts as Tristan watches us, our bodies still joined together.
“Do you want more, shortcake?” Jax rasps into my ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin and making me shiver. “Because I can give you more. Shall we see if our Soul Bonded can take two knots?”
His words register, my eyes flying wide as his hand slides down my spine and between the cheeks of my ass. A finger presses against me.
“So wet,” Jax murmurs. He drops his fingers lower, and I stare into Tristan’s eyes as Jax rubs his fingers around where we’re joined, taking the fluids and bringing it back up. I gasp as he uses my slick to push his finger in, just a little, moving it in and out.
“What do you think, Bonded?” Tristan leans forward to press a kiss against my lips. “Think you can take two of your alphas?”
I look around for Gray and Logan. They’re lying on their sides, heads propped up as they watch me with Jax and Logan, their eyes full of heat.
“Yes,” I whisper against his mouth. Tilting my head back, I look up into Jax’s face. “Please.”
Upside down, he leans down to kiss my lips, and I feel his finger push deep inside me. “Relax,” Jax whispers into my mouth. “Remember, shortcake. You’re made for us.”
He pumps his finger in and out before he adds another, stretching me wider as I pant. My head rolls back against Jax’s shoulder, and Tristan’s hand comes up, circling my neck. “Eyes on me,” he orders, and my gaze locks with his as I feel something much bigger than Jax’s fingers pushing at me.
“Ah—,”
Jax presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Breathe, shortcake.”
I focus on my breathing, Tristan breathing in time with me as Jax’s cock sinks inside me, stretching me. Tristan’s knot is still hard and hot inside me, and my lips part at the sensation.
“Just a little more,” Jax coaxes, and my eyes close as he nudges through that final barrier, bottoming out inside me.
I’ve never felt sofull.
He rocks inside me. “Everything I ever dreamed of, Sienna Michaels.”
My moan is swallowed up by Tristan’s kiss as his knot loosens inside me, his seed spilling down my legs as Jax wraps his arms around me and lifts me.
Tristan moves away, and I’m pressed down into the mattress, my cheek meeting the soft cotton of the sheets as Jax runs his hand down my back. “Arch that pretty spine and lift your ass up for me, mate.”
