My fingers tangle in them as I beam at him. “Better.”
He looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “More?”
I follow him to the edge of the nest, waiting until he comes back with another basket. This one is all shirts too.
Theo’s hand settles on the back of my head, and I lean into him. “So that’s where all the shirts went. Good plan.”
My eyes turn heavy as I tilt against him. My stomach flips again, and my moan filters out. A spike of my own fear, bitter and twisted, follows.
No control.None. I barely have control of myself now, and with every second, I have a little less.
But they’re here. All of them.
They won’t let anything happen to me.
And I want them. I want their bites. I want them to bite me.
I close my eyes.
And I let myself fall.
I’m ready.
Oscar
Ouromegareachesforme with a whimper at the back of her throat. Her scent spikes again, burrowing into me as her need entwines with my own, the bond spiking in my chest.
Fuck.
Kenny flips onto her stomach, her knees drawing up.Presenting.Her leggings are soaked when I brush my fingers over her.
Mine.
My snarl ripples out as I sink my fingers into them and tear. They split easily under my grip, the shreds falling around us as I push her down, my hand between her shoulder blades as I use the other to raise her hips.
Wait—
Shit. I can’tthink. I flip her again, onto her back this time, and lean over her. My mouth presses into hers, my tongue slipping inside. Tasting, as my fingers run beneath her tee. I pull back just enough to peel it from her head and toss it aside. She tilts her neck, and I groan, low in my throat.
Thank fuck for no underwear.
My mate is bare and glistening, her pussy swollen as she reaches for me again with need clouding her eyes. Even her breasts look painfully swollen, the brown peaks tight and solid beneath my hand as I run my palms over them.
Blindly, I reach for my own top. The others shuck off their clothes around me, tossing them aside, and I throw my tee through the doorway with a growl. My jeans follow as I kick them off, until I can press my bare skin to Kennedy’s waiting body. My knot is already full and heavy, throbbing as I push my legs apart and settle myself between them.
Kenny whines, already lost. “Knot.”
Not yet. With the small hint of clarity I have left, I glance around. Theo is pumping his cock beside me, his eyes fixed on Kenny and his own gaze lost. Max and Jake aren’t much better.
Good. She needs everything. Everything we can give her.
Max leans forward. He seals his mouth over Kenny’s nipple as she cries out, pushing into his mouth. On her other side, Jake does the same, both of them pulling and tugging gently at the swollen bud. Their hands hold her steady.
Theo shifts up the bed, his hand running over his cock. A flicker of uncertainty flashes over his face as he glances back at me.
We talked about this. All of us. At length, and in great fucking detail. And Kenny was very clear that she wantedeverything. A fresh slate. Our teeth in her skin. Her bites in our skin.
She chose this. Chose us.
