Cold fluid slides down my crack as Mack’s fingers rim my back entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” Mack says with a kiss to my shoulder.
Cole slows down beneath me as Mack’s fingers start exploring me from behind. I need them both so fucking bad, I can’t take it anymore.
So much for not begging.
“Please, Mack,” I complain, and as soon as the words slip out of me, there’s more pressure.
His hands are spreading my ass wide, exposing all of me and I can’t deny I relish in the sensation. I enjoy feeling exposed like this, knowing they like it, that he’s into it.
Slowly, he presses himself inside of me and I pant against Cole’s chest. There are hands gripping me everywhere, and I feel consumed.
He presses deeper, and the stretch has me moaning and shifting my hips, begging for more. Their scents and touch comfort me, all the negative feelings washing away as I let my body take over and let myself bask in this feeling.
The only thing missing is a large viking Alpha with an addictive orange scent, but I feel so full, so cherished, so desired right now.
Mack picks up his pace behind me and I can’t stop myself as I bite Cole’s chest. It won’t do anything, but the sight of my teeth marks on him is as erotic as it gets. He feels the same way as he thrusts into me, hitting that right spot as fullness overcomes me.
My nails dig into Cole’s shoulders as Mack fucks me hard and I fall over the edge. My pussy clenching around Cole as our flesh slaps together with the sticky sloshing of slick. My face feels numb as I’m overcome with my release. I’m so sensitive, but I’m still a greedy Omega; I want another orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” Mack says from behind me, his hips slapping against my ass as he takes what he wants.
I can feel his hand hitting my back entrance as he fists his knot, not pressing it inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, his length leaving me as warm release covers my cheeks.
Cole doesn’t stop moving beneath me, his thrusts even. I expect Mack to get up, maybe to get a washcloth, but he surprises me.
His hand glides his sticky release all over my ass.
It’s a claim, a reminder of who I’m with now, and I eat it the fuck up. Mack swats at my ass once before kissing my shoulder and climbing off the bed.
“Can you take my knot?” Cole asks.
“What kind of stupid question is that?”
He laughs, thrusting hard into my cunt, making me cry out, but he doesn’t escalate as Mack comes back with a washcloth, wiping off his cum before kissing my left cheek and moving to grab my chin.
“I’m going to take care of everything. Be good,” he says jokingly, placing a kiss on my forehead before leaving the bedroom.
As soon as the door shuts, Cole’s on me like a man possessed, gripping my hips as I sit up to ride him better. His fingers press between us, spreading my pussy lips.
“Let me see you take it,” he says, his eyes locked in where we’re connected and I do as he asks, slowly slinking down on his knot.
His expression is full of lust and awe as he fills me with his knot. I collapse down on his chest, craving the way my clit rubs against his pelvis as he ruts me from below.
It feels like every nerve ending is on fire as he stretches me, his knot swelling bigger inside of me, yet it doesn’t feel like enough. Like no amount of skin touching will ever truly scratch the itch of how much I need this Alpha.
He cradles the back of my head, soft breaths fanning against the side of my face as he fucks me from below. At the same time we shatter apart, the ecstasy too much to stay quiet as we reach our release.
My hearing feels hazy and my head dizzy as I realize I must have stopped breathing at some point.
I take a deep breath as I press all my weight on Cole, his arms tightly bracketed around me as we lie there, connected to one another.
“I love you,” he whispers against my hair.
I pull back to look at his green eyes I love so much, and I frame his face with my hands.
