“Fuck,” Simon groans. “I can feel Luc through you. You’re so fucking tight. It feels so fucking good when you squeeze around us like that.”
I lean my head back against his shoulder and turn, greedily accepting his lips against mine. He nuzzles against my cheek.
“But you can take more, can’t you, beautiful?”
It’s like a word of power. More.
I beckon for Ian, and he crawls toward me, stealing a kiss.
“You’re so unbelievably sexy,” he breathes, awe in his blazing blue eyes. “And you’re going to look fucking amazing taking all three of us. Are you ready for me?”
He stands at my breathy “yes!” and guides himself to my parted lips. I wet them with my tongue, and that’s the only invitation he needs. He slides between them, forcing my mouth open, my jaw wide, as he slides along my tongue, as he presses deep into my mouth, my throat.
I whimper and he slowly starts moving, lightly thrusting his hips until he’s fucking my mouth, taking his pleasure between my willing lips.
All I feel is bliss. The cramps that tore through me are a distant memory. I know only ecstasy.
When Luca thumbs my clit in time with his strokes, at odds with Simon and Ian’s, I come hard, squeezing and shaking around them as my orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of the most unbelievable pleasure. Luca thrusts hard into me twice more and comes, burying his face against my neck, breathing in my scent as he releases inside me.
I plead for his knot, my words a nonsensical chant of pure, all-consuming need.
He pushes forward, stretching me open with the flare of his hard knot, and finally locks inside me. The first stroke of Simon’s cock in my ass with Luca’s knot nestled inside me makes me scream, but that isn’t enough for my men. Luca grinds inside me and rubs my clit until my whole body trembles, and I come again, moaning around Ian’s cock.
Ian comes down my throat with a growled curse, and drops to his knees, his cock slipping free from my mouth with a pop. He kisses me desperately, his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth to his. Between every kiss, he whispers soft, sweet, wicked praise in my ear, building me back up to my peak with words and kisses.
He traces his fingers down between my breasts, over my belly and down between my thighs, until his touch joins Luca’s over my clit. Their combined touch is like an electric jolt. It sends me flying, impossibly high, until pleasure finally shatters through me.
Simon follows, coming hard as I pulse around him, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts erratically into my ass.
I feel practically bereft when he slips free, but Luca continues rocking his knot inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m overstimulated and buzzing with pleasure. When I finally beg for mercy, he relents, holding me close, pressing kisses to every inch of my face.
“Beautiful princess,” he murmurs. “You did so fucking well.”
* * *
My heat doesn’trelent for days, and my men take me to new heights of pleasure, filling me until I’m begging for knots, for them to move, harder, faster, deeper until we’re all spent. I’m only satisfied when I’ve had all three of them, and then only for an hour or two.
They make sure I catch what sleep I can, coax me into drinking water and nibbling at a protein bar, but all I want is them.
My fever finally breaks Monday night, but my desire for them doesn’t subside.
After a bout of vigorous lovemaking, Ian bundles me up in his arms and drops me in a hot bath, insisting I rest.
When I insist he rest with me, he climbs into the nest’s huge bathtub behind me and wraps his arms around me. We’re soft, vulnerable, as we whisper our love to each other, and I can’t help but think of how we bathed together the first time we shared one of my heats, how he came to me when I called for him, needing an alpha’s knot. How he gave me all that and more. And how, since that night, he’s given me even more.
His time, his devotion, his heart. His purr, which kicks up in his chest the moment I snuggle against his chest. I nuzzle into him and draw bright bergamot and spicy cedar into my nose.
In his arms, I melt, letting the hot water carry away the worst of my aches. His rumbling purr vibrates through me, soothing me until I’m limp and languid. My affinity breaks through my exhaustion, through what remains of the haze in my head, and I open myself to Ian’s love. It pours into me, endless and fervent, filling every cell in my body, warming my heart just as the water warms my body.
It’s perfect. Exquisite. Divine.
That is, until the water cools, and need stirs in my core. I hop from the tub, tugging at Ian’s hand until he follows me back into my nest, back into my arms.
Back into the most blissful heat I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER10
Icrawl out of bed Wednesday morning, still exhausted, every inch of my body aching, but I refuse to fall behind in Cadigan’s class. When I trudge downstairs after showering, Cassian looks up from the fancy espresso machine Simon says he insisted on.
