"That's it," Micah murmurs in my ear. "We want to hear our beautiful mate moan and whimper."
I'm beyond caring about being quiet. The pleasure builds in waves, cresting and receding as Rowan works me with his mouth and fingers. He adds a third digit, stretching me in a way that's already more than I usually take at this stage, and I feel myself clench around him.
"She's close," Rowan says, lifting his head just enough to speak. "Want to try the toy?"
"Not yet." Micah's voice is rough with desire. "Make her come first. She'll be more relaxed after."
"Was that in the spreadsheet?" I taunt, panting.
Rowan "punishes" me by redoubling his efforts, his tongue flicking against my clit in a rhythm that has me writhing. Micah holds me steady, one arm banded across my waist while his other hand continues its assault on my breasts.
"Come for us, pretty girl," Micah commands, his lips brushing my ear. "Show us how good you feel."
The orgasm hits hard, crashing through me with enough force that I actually scream. My whole body shakes with it, clenching around Rowan's fingers as he works me through each pulse.
When I finally come down, I'm gasping, boneless against Micah's chest.
"Good girl," Rowan praises, withdrawing his fingers slowly.
"I… I think I forgot how to fucking talk," I manage.
"That's the goal." Micah reaches for the toy, and I feel him shifting behind me. "Ready to try?"
Am I? My body is still humming from the aftershocks, loose and pliant in a way that feels perfect for this. But… holy shit, it'shuge.
"Yes," I say, because I'm fucking nuts, apparently.
Rowan takes the toy, coating it with something from a small bottle I hadn't noticed him retrieve. The lubricant glistens on the surface, and my mouth waters at the thought of wrapping my lips around his actual knot.
"We'll go slow," he promises. "The knot is completely deflated right now. It'll feel almost like a regular toy at first."
"And if it's too much?"
"Then we stop." His eyes meet mine, serious beneath the desire. "Immediately. No questions, no disappointment. Your comfort comes first."
I nod, still surprised by how safe these men make me feel. Even during these moments.
Actually, especially during these moments.
The slightly tapered head of the toy presses against my entrance, and I force myself to breathe, to relax. It slides in easily, slick with lube, filling me in a way that's familiar. Not quite as big as any of them, but substantial enough to feel good.
"How's that?" Rowan asks, easing it deeper.
"Good. Really good, actually."
He works it in and out a few times, letting me adjust to the sensation. The angle means it hits my spot with every thrust, sending bolts of pleasure through my still-sensitive body. Then the knot slips in, so much easier than the real thing.
"I'm going to inflate it a little," Rowan warns. "Just enough to feel the difference."
I nod, bracing myself.
He squeezes the pump, and I feel the base of the toy expand inside me. It's subtle at first, just a slight increase in pressure. Then he squeezes again, and I gasp as the stretch intensifies.
"Okay?" Micah's hands stroke soothingly down my arms.
"Yeah. It's..." I search for the right word. "Full. But not painful."
"Good." Another squeeze, and the knot swells further. Now I can definitely feel it, a distinct bulge pressing against my inner walls.It's not uncomfortable, exactly, but it's definitely more than I've taken before.
