"So do you," I manage to get out, collapsing against him a second later when Sean pulls his fingers out almost completely, just to drive back into me. The friction is fucking delicious, and I'm writhing too intensely from the feeling to even be able to properly communicate how much I need it to be his cock.
He seems to sense it intuitively, whether through the bond or because he's apparently a sex god, and withdraws his fingers. When I feel the head of his cock replace them, I moan in approval and clench down harder on Micah.
"Go easy," Micah warns. "She's tight."
"You don't think I know that?" Sean challenges, but his words don't have any real bite between them. They're cooperating more than they usually do.
"Alright, beautiful. Deep breath," Sean warns me.
When I exhale, his crown pierces me and I cry out in alarm, as much as I want this. He immediately stills to give me time to adjust, his huge hand stroking down my spine.
Oh,fuck. Maybe I'm not quite as experienced as I thought.
"There, easy," he soothes, rubbing gentle circles along the small of my back. There's magic in his touch, seeping into my body even though I can tell it's not a conscious exchange from either of us. I relax automatically, drawing him into me a bit more. "Just relax. I'm not gonna do anything you're not ready for."
"Just… just need a minute," I pant.
"Take all the time you need," Micah says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. The damaged side. Like it doesn't even occur to him to avoid it.
Before long, I'm squirming again, desperate for more of them even if I'm fuller than I've ever been.
"Fuck," I grit out through my teeth, clenching around them both. "Are you in all the way?"
"Not even halfway, baby," Sean says with a throaty chuckle. "Still think I'm full of myself?"
I groan, enjoying this too much to properly roll my eyes. He has a point, as much as I hate to admit it.
"I didn't think this could feel this good," I admit, my pussy throbbing around Micah's cock inside me as I try to angle myself to take more of Sean.
I can see Micah exchange a look with Sean over my shoulder.
"Everything we do should feel good," Micah says carefully. "This is about your pleasure as much as it is bonding."
"Yeah," Sean agrees, his lips brushing against his mark, making me shiver. "Anyone who's touched you in a way you don't like is gonna get his balls torn off and turned into maracas."
I snort. "As sweet as that is, I could do without the vivid imagery."
"Got it. No talk about anatomically correct instruments," Sean promises, pressing another kiss to the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
"That isnotwhat anatomically correct means," Micah taunts. "Now we know why you failed that anatomy exam."
"I'm not failing this one, am I?" Sean challenges, angling into me in a way that makes me cry out and shudder, as if to prove his point.
Fair enough.
The banter dies down as Micah's thrusts grow more desperate, and I find myself teetering dangerously close to the brink of another orgasm as Sean finally manages to sheath himself in me up to the knot.
"Holyfuck," he groans. "No idea how we're gonna knot our mate's tight little pussy, let alone her ass."
"Training," Killian says through his teeth from somewhere near us, his voice rough with the torture of restraint. "Lots of it."
I'm just going to have to make it up to him.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of just what that training might entail. "How would you do that?" I ask, breathless as my fingers comb through Micah's short, smooth hair.
"Carefully," Micah responds, gazing up at me in wonder, like he can't believe we're doing this. "We'd fuck you first, like this. Get you nice and relaxed."
"There are toys," Sean adds, beginning to thrust inside me a bit harder, now that my body has softened around his girth. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me against his thick, warm torso, palming and kneading my breasts. "It would feel like a regular toy at first. But the knots inflate."
