Max and I both groan. My forehead presses against hers as she tries to rock again, but can’t. She has to lay there. I hold onto her, my arms wrapped around her back as Max grips her hips and thrusts in slow, shallow movements that build into deep rocking.
My knot softens, loosens. Running my hand through her hair, I lift her from me. Jake is waiting, and he slides into my spot, laying down as Max guides her over him.
A low groan falls from his lips as she buries his cock in her pussy, rocking back and forth until the three of them find a rhythm. I wait for it.
They both strike at the same time. Max’s bite settles on Kenny’s shoulder blade, Jake’s in the hollow of her throat. Kenny’s throaty cry fills the air as Jake guides her forward, and her teeth flash again, digging into his right pec.
Max offers her his arm next. Unusual, but he told us he wanted it somewhere he could always look at. A fierce joy lights up his eyes as Kenny sinks her teeth into him.
I crawl over to the shelf, pull open the small fridge and take out some water, sucking it down. Theo drops down beside me, and I pass it to him.
Three days of this, without stopping.
We can last that long.
Kenny snarls down at Jake. Her teeth nip at his neck, over his bitemark. She throws her head back against Max’s shoulder, glorious red hair trailing down her back. She’s a goddamned fucking goddess, and we’re her willing acolytes.
Maybe.
Kenny
Mine.
All mine.
Ecstasy. Adoration. I roll around in that feeling, letting it soak into me as my mates move in me. On me, filling me. I’m covered, every inch of me soaked in their scents, and I want more with a desperation that never ends.
It’s too much, and never enough.
A hand holds my head steady. “Water, baby.”
I try to bat it away. I don’t wantwater. My hands grip Theo’s shoulders, pulling him closer. When he doesn’t move, I whine, trying to push myself into him.
“Water.” His voice lowers, rumbling in a way that runs directly through my body, sending a little zing directly to my clit. “And you can have what you want. Whatever you want. Open your mouth, baby.”
I tip my chin up obediently, and swallow. For a second.
And then I lunge. Water spills everywhere, the bottle flying out of Theo’s hands as I tackle him back, rubbing my face into his chest. My teeth scrape over his nipple. “Knot.Please.”
Straddling his hips, I rub myself over him in increasing desperation. His hands grip my hips, and I wrap my hands around his fingers as I rock, squeezing.
The rough, abrasive pads of his fingers skate over my breasts, gently rubbing before he drops down, watching my face as he plucks and pinches at my clit in little tugs.
It’s… almost too much. Almost. Just on the edge. And I’m starting to feel… tired.
My hips still pump as I lean forward. Theo comes up to meet me, pushing my hair back and kissing me with the same hand as he shifts us until I can sink down onto him.
Slowly, I rock. Small, rippling movements to help ease the lingering ache in my abdomen as Theo coaxes me down to lay across his chest. He bends his knees, planting his feet on the floor and flexing his hips as I start to run out of energy.
“Kenny.” Small kisses on my forehead. “Baby. Please.”
I lift my head. Theo stares at me, his eyes dark and almost… desperate. “Please.”
Yes.
Carefully, he sits up. I moan into his heated skin as he runs fingers through my hair, brushing it back and stroking over an empty space in my skin.
His space.
