“Fuck, I could watch you come forever,” Luca moans. Simon rolls out of the way and Luca claims my lips in a heated kiss as Ian thrusts another finger inside of me, stretching my willing cunt open. “You going to come again on Ian’s knot, princess?”
I groan as Ian thrusts his fingers inside me, his knuckles finding my sensitive estrus gland. My cunt clenches around his fingers and, saints, I could come again just like this.
Luca breathes in my honeyed-vanilla-and-jasmine scent as he draws his nose down my throat, his lips finding my pulse point, sucking on it until I’m keening, whimpering and needy.
Ian withdraws his fingers, and goes to his knees, lining himself up with my center and pushing into me. It’s been so long, and the stretch is divine. I thrust up to meet his hips, a cry escaping my lips when he buries himself inside me with one slick stroke. His thumb goes to my clit, and he rubs circles over it as he slowly draws out of me and slams back in.
When Luca sucks my nipple into his mouth and lashes his tongue against it, I come with a sharp cry, pleasure racking through my body.
Ian rolls us so I’m on top of him, and then Luca is behind me, guiding my hips down over Ian’s thick cock, again and again. My sex flutters, and all I can do is feel—feel their touch on my skin, feel the brush of their thoughts against my mind as their love floods into me.
Luca sets a brutal pace, bouncing me on Ian’s cock as Ian works my clit with his fingers.
Simon steals my lips in a searing kiss, and just when I think I can take no more, he traces his thumb slowly over my lower lip in a silent question and I cry out my “yes!” when he draws the head of his cock, already slick with precum along my lips. He feeds me his length as he praises me, telling me how beautifully I’m taking both of them.
“You’re going to take all three of us during your next heat,” he promises. “I’m going to claim that perfect ass while you’re knotted around Luc or Ian.”
That’s all it takes. An orgasm rips through me, and Ian follows, filling me with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Luca guides me down over Ian’s knot and I stretch around it, taking it inch by aching inch until it’s fully locked inside me.
“Rock,” Luca whispers in my ear. “We’re not done with you yet, princess.”
Simon draws out until the head of his cock is between my lips and then thrusts back in, groaning when I take him deep, when he feels my throat squeeze around him.
“Fuck,” he moans, and I suck him faster as I rock against Ian’s knot.
It’s too much and yet not enough all at once. Simon’s heated promise to claim my ass has me yearning for a touch I’ve never experienced… until Ian brushes his slick-covered fingertips over my back hole. I jolt, squeezing around his knot, as he plays, teasing and stroking, but never entering me with his fingers.
I whine for him, and he acquiesces, pressing the tip of his finger against me until my body yields, until I feel the slick glide of him in my ass. Between his knot and his finger, I feel so deliciously full of him. I can only imagine how full I’ll feel when Simon’s cock is working inside me as I’m stretched around one of my alpha’s knots.
“Come for us, beautiful,” Simon orders me, and I do, cunt squeezing around Ian’s knot and ass squeezing around his finger. My sweet, bossy beta comes with a groan, shooting hot cum down my throat. When his cock pops from my mouth, I collapse over Ian, letting Luca work my hips until another orgasm builds and rips through me.
I whimper, too stimulated, and Luca relents with a laugh, pressing kisses up my spine until he can kiss my neck again.
Ian slowly withdraws his finger and the feeling of fullness with it, and I sag against him, exhausted and blissed out.
“Kneel?” I plead to Luca, twisting and taking his cock between my lips when he comes close enough. I squeeze his knot with my hands as I work his cock with my mouth, taking my time as I rock against Ian’s knot.
“You feel so fucking good,” Luca pants, and with one hard suck, he tumbles over the edge, coming down my throat, his knot pulsing in my hands.
He collapses to the mattress beside me, Simon on my other side as Ian holds me close, cuddling me against his strong chest.
They cover me in soft, languid touches as I begin to drowse, and just when I dance at the edge of sleep, Ian brushes a sweet kiss over my lips.
“Welcome home, my darling.”
CHAPTER5
The night before classes resume, I return to my cottage and unpack, but despite fussing with my nest, Marcus handing me blankets and then taking them back when I rip them from the mattress, I can’t get it right. He’s patient and quiet as he anticipates my every need, following me around the room as I tear apart the one place that should feel safe, that should bring me comfort.
I can’t scour the memory of Andrew Radcliffe’s warning, painted on these very walls, from my mind.
I told you to obey. I am done being lenient.
Marcus catches my eyes straying to the wall where the message has long since been scrubbed away and wraps my favorite blanket around my shoulders.
“Why don’t I make up the couch for you, sweet-tart? I can read to you until you fall asleep.”
There’s worry in his gray-green eyes, but something impossibly soft there too. Something that makes my fool heart skip a beat, something that any other omega might mistake for love. But Marcus can’t love me, not the way I need him to.
