I arch up.
“Open her,” Ranulf says.
“Goddess!”
Their fingers are inside me, pulling me open, spreading the slickness around.
Alden inhales against my throat, then nips. “Dripping with need. What a filthy treasure we have found.”
Hunger burns inside me.
Primal. Ancient.
Ranulf lowers himself to the bed, coming down, his knees hitting the soft nest.
“Hold her,” he commands.
Alden and Beric lift their heads, gazing down to where Ranulf lines up, ready to penetrate me. My breath catches as they pull me open, all of us locked on the moment. Ranulf pushes, sinking into me slowly, and a low moan rises inside me the deeper he goes, setting sweet nerves fluttering the length of my channel.
“Good girl,” Alden says, leaning forward a little so he can better see where Ranulf stretches me around his girth. “Fuck, look at her taking you so well. Does that feel good with my pack brother all up inside you, Evanthe? Is this what you needed?”
“Yes. Oh, please.”
“Please what, mate?” Ranulf demands, grinding deeper, forcing my flesh to yield.
“More.”
“I am all the way in you,” he says. “To the root. Are you asking for my knot? Is that what you need? For me to stretch your pussy out with my fat knot?”
“Yes, oh please, move. Fuck me. Take me.”
“Not a problem,” he says with a determined glint in his eyes.
He begins to thrust. Deep, hefty impalements. And even as he fucks me, Alden and Beric slide their fingers all over my pussy and clit, feeling where Ranulf takes me.
My heartbeat is fast; my breathing shallow. I am closing in on a single glorious destination, one that will deliver untold pleasure if only he will give me my desire. A storm is coming for me, billowing on the horizon, closing in with every savage thrust.
Lips find mine, hot and urgent. Teeth nip my throat.
My hands are directed until they grasp over two hot, thrusting cocks.
Growls, low snarls, the sticky wet sounds of coupling, and rich male scents fill my nose.
“Take my cock, mate,”a voice whispers inside my mind.“Take our seed. Take our bodies and our hearts.”
Hot male flesh lodges intimately. Seed spills over me and in me. My mind flies, and my pleasure soars in a climax that never seems to end.
Alden’s breath shudders against my nape.
Beric’s claws prick faintly as he fights his shift.
Ranulf lowers his body until his forehead touches mine, breath mingling with mine.
“You are knotted,” he whispers.
“Held,” Beric says.
“Bound to us,” Alden adds.
