It’s not even my lead, she realized. Instead, it was pure instinct.
His groan was deep, and he tightenedhis grip on her. His fingers dug into her sides, into the soft flesh at her hips, as though he needed to clutch her as tightly as he could. He lifted his hips quicker, no longer taking her rhythm. Instead, he thrust into her rapidly, erratic, and she could only hold on and accept the wonderful, punishing sensation.
She didn’t have to question when he came, to wonder if it had happened. On the last thrust up and into her, he yanked her down tight against him just as the base of his cock grew. She’d thought he’d been thick before, but it was nothing compared to how his knot stretched her cunt in a way she’d never experienced before.
It triggered a powerful and overwhelming release for her, something snapping inside her as though she’dbeen waiting forever forthisfeeling, like her body had been on edge, needing this.
She squirmed, everything too much, but Trent—usually the sweet one—didn’t let her get away. He hugged her tight to his chest until that knot locked behind her pubic bone.
“Take it,” he growled into her ear, his voice nothing like she’d ever heard it before. “This is what you wanted—what you need. You can handle it, pet, you were made for this.”
Pet.If that name had revved her up before, it was nothing compared to right then. She cried out against his throat as he forced her body to accept the thickness of his knot, as the warmth of his cum soaked into her, as it tamed the raging need that consumed her.
He kissed her shoulder, the one he’d left the bite mark on, like some reverent act of worship he needed to perform. Each press of his lips made her cunt squeeze around him again. It was impossible to ignore how full she felt, how he stretched her to capacity.
Her mind tripped over thoughts, everything muddled and sluggish. Maybe that was for the best, to prevent her from thinking too much. Anything more complicated than the alpha beneath her—inside her—didn’t matter right then.
Warm hands traced up her back, and she arched into the touch. They slipped around her to cup her breasts between her and Trent. When they closed into pinches over her nipples, she whimpered and shifted, the tug of Trent’s knot telling her she was still trapped.
“How’re you feeling, sugar?”Kyle.His voice came from just behind her, his warm breath skirting along her bare skin.
She didn’t answer—was there a good answer to that?—but he didn’t seem to expect one. He teased her nipples before pulling her back so she leaned against his chest, still tied to Trent.
It felt…dirty. She had Trent’s hard cock inside her, still had waves of pleasure rushing through her from him, and yet she leaned against Kyle as he touched her. The cool air drifted over her now uncovered front, and the sight of her taken by Trent, with Kyle’s hands on her, made her need grow again.
As though he knew that—hell, maybe he did know, maybe that was his plan—Kyle slipped one hand down her flat stomach, He ran his fingers along the lips of her cunt, where she was stretched around Trent. “You’ve never taken a knot, and now look at you? Do you feel full, sugar? Hmm? Totally fucked open?”
His fingers against her, the way he made her focus on just how thick Trent was, on how her body struggled to accommodate his girth, made her hips twist, but she could do nothing because of Trent’s knot.
Kyle chuckled, then brought those torturous fingers to her clit. It made her realize she hadn’t actually been touched there. The idea that she’d had an orgasm without anyone touching her clit made her shiver again. She’dneverexperienced that.
And yet the first stroke of his fingers streaked like electricity through her, made her pussy tighten and her back arch.
Too much.
Not enough.
Why couldn’t she figure it out?
Not that Kyle seemed inclined to ask her opinion. Instead, he repeated the motion, stroking against her hard clit, driving her mad with the feeling.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Trent groaned, his head against the concrete wall of the garage, his eyes hooded as he watched Kyle toy with her.
“Arms around me,” Kyle ordered, and without thinking, she reached back and wrapped her arms behind his neck. It spread her out, and Trent stared as though she was a buffet he couldn’t wait to start in on.
Kyle didn’t get her off, at least not entirely. Her body still had aftershocks from her last orgasm, and she clenched around Trent, waves of pleasure crashing through her, but he kept her teetering on that edge.
It was the sweetest torture, and sweat ran down between her breasts and over her stomach as she was forced to do nothing butfeel. She was entirely in the moment with them, nothing beyond the walls of that garage existing.
It was such a strange feeling, to not worry, to not think about who she should be or how she should act. Instead, she did what felt natural, and she had no room inside her for doubts.
Kyle wrapped an arm around her, then pulled slightly. Trent’s knot tugged at her, but finally slipped free. An empty sensation made her whine, desperate to have that feeling back.
Kyle didn’t give her time to worry, though. He stood and twisted her, setting her ass on a workbench beside them. He’d already stripped down, so all that deliciously hot skin was accessible for her.
He spread her legs, hooking one arm below her knee, his gaze trapped at her cunt. Wetness covered her thighs, now both from her own pussy and Trent’s cum.
Kyle didn’t seem to mind it. If anything, he growled as though helikedher being claimed in such a way by Trent.
