“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of watching you come, pretty mate,” Kellan whispered, staring down at me with the softest eyes. “I need to be inside you now. Please.”
Pretty mate.My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help the tears that sprang to my eyes.
He’d upgradedpretty girl, and it was another completion of our bonding that felt so fucking perfect.
“Pretty please, baby,” he begged again, and I had to upgrade his begging to one of my favorite things too.
I nodded. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
Kellan’s entire face lit up. “Give her to me Alpha Hunter,” he said as he all but bounced his ass off the bed. “I need my mate.”
“Our mate,” Hunter growled, and I groaned as he slid his tongue through my release once more, before he lifted his head, lips glossy and eyes feral.
“Right,” Kellan chirped. “Our mate. Our forever.”
My emotions overflowed like a dam that had burst its banks, but I was able to keep the tears at bay by focusing on the pleasure. I’d deal with the other complexities of this bonding later.
Lifting myself, I got onto my hands and knees and pressed my aching core into Kellan’s face. His groan was deep and guttural. “Still think I actually died.”
His hands slid over my ass as he moved forward and glided his tongue through my folds, lapping up the last of my orgasm. I arched back into him, and when I lifted my head to find Hunter watching us, his gaze predatorial, I gestured for him to come closer.
The entitled alpha moved forward on his knees until he knelt right before me. The broad head of his cock poked up from the band of his boxer-briefs, the pre-cum seeping from the swollen tip tempting me in every way. I couldn’t wait to taste him again.
“Oh fuck. I need more,” I breathed.
The gray in Hunter’s gaze darkened, and he shifted positions until I was face to cock, letting me breathe in his mocha scent. Kellan buried his face in my core, lapping and sucking, and I almost died of sadness when he pulled away.
Thankfully, the thick head of his dick replaced his mouth fast, and when he pressed against my entrance, I cried out as he slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside me. Hunter drew my focus, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me to his cock, which was now free of his boxers.
When Kellan was fully seated, his size was enough to have my muscles protesting the invasion, even as the pleasure struck me down. When I rocked against him, I licked across the tip of Hunter, before attempting to fit as much of him into my mouth as I could.
There was no easy way to take alphas of their size, but as Hunter palmed his huge hand on the back of my head, thrusting down my throat until my eyes watered and jaw ached, and Kellan pulled all the way out to drive into me again, the pure pleasure had my body opening for them both.
Kellan’s heavy balls slammed against my clit as he buried himself fully inside me again, and I gasped around Hunter’s length as he thrust again. The sensation was too much asthey moved in tandem, fucking me into a second, devastating orgasm.
This was one of those deeper, more intense releases, and I felt the gush of my cum seeping out around Kellan’s cock. He reached down and swiped through my release, holding out a glistening finger toward Hunter.
“You want to taste her, Hunt?” His voice was strangled, and I wasn’t sure the entitled alpha would be into that, but then he leaned over and licked across Kellan’s hand, groaning in response.
“You two want a moment?” I choked out, my core tightening at the sight of that interaction.
Hunter growled. “We don’t swing that way, but we will happily share every single part of you, little omega. You’re the center of our quintet. Our core.”
“Our heart,” Kellan breathed. “And soul.”
I shattered again, and this time Hunter fell with me, rasping my name as he poured his salty sweet release down my throat. I devoured every drop, and when Kellan’s thrusts turned jerkier to follow us, I wondered how I’d ever top this moment.
CHAPTER 33
EMME
My phone chimed multiple times as I got ready for the game.
Back From the Dead: It’s fucking game day, pack. You know what that means. Everyone wears a jersey with 22 on it, and you all must worship me as the hockey god I am for at least twenty-four hours.
Care Bear: Kel. I swear to the hockey gods. Do not fuck with the routine. Don’t do it. I will cut you.
Care Bear: What. The. Fuck. Is. My. Chat. Name? You will change it back or your new name will be Texting from Hell.
