The buzzing of my skin and the burning inside my body eases as Griffin thrusts lazily up inside me. It’s like magic, how his scent, his touch, his rock-hard cock seem to soothe the nerves of my body that’ve been raw for who knows how long.
I wiggle my hips down onto him as he thrusts up, making him hit a spot inside of me that has me seeing stars. Him thrusting up into me feels so different than when I was underneath him.
Does sex in different positions always feel so different?
I’m certainly not going to complain.
My eyes flutter open when I feel Rowan’s cool hand on my clammy cheek.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes out, his gaze roving over my body. I can practically feel it, like an intimate caress.
If my entire body weren’t flushed from my heat, I’m sure I’d be blushing even more from the way he compliments me.
My hands tentatively reach out to him, shifting from the death grip I have on Griffin’s thighs to rest on Rowan’s chest. He’s by far the leanest out of all of the guys, but that doesn’t make my body burn for him any less.
“You can touch her,” Griffin says, letting out a soft huff of laughter as he drags me down onto his cock, steadying my body.
Rowan’s gaze cuts down to me, an open question written on his face. Despite the hazy fog plaguing my mind, I notice how he seems to be preparing himself for some sort of rejection.
I nod eagerly up at him.
“Please,” I whimper.
Rowan slowly glides one of his hands up my side, from my hip until he’s cupping my breast.
“Ever since I saw you in that stupid fucking cage,” he breathes out, open worship on his face as his thumb brushes over my nipple, “I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Fucking desperately.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, his touch on my nipple shooting straight down to my core and making my inner walls flutter around Griffin’s cock.
Griffin lets out a possessive growl at my words, his cock twitching inside of me.
“And yours too,” I say, smiling at him over my shoulder. “Both of yours.”
“Just what we want to hear,” Griffin says, grinding up and into me, his knot teasing at my entrance.
My body aches, both from the torture of being denied any sort of contact while they harvested my blood and also from the teasing sensation of something my body has longed for being just out of reach.
“I’ll give you my knot soon, sweetheart,” Griffin says, running a reassuring hand down my spine. “But you need more preparation. We’ve gotta ease you into it. Wouldn’t want to put your body into shock after the hell you’ve been through.”
I cling to Rowan, my head falling against his chest.
Griffin’s words don’t make sense to my inner omega. She’s raging inside of me at the thought of being denied for any longer, but I trust Griffin and Rowan. I trust all of my guys. They know what’s best for me.
“Okay,” I mumble.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t make it fun,” Griffin says, shifting his hips underneath me so his cock brushes up against that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“I like fun.”
“I know you do, sweetheart. You’re a natural. And you’re going to ride me. Use me to feel good.”
Griffin’s hold around my waist encourages me to shift my weight myself. It’s awkward at first, considering how big his thighs are and how split wide open I feel, but I manage to find a few movements, most of them swiveling my hips and grinding down onto him that make me see stars behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” Griffin growls. “Now you’re going to do that while you suck Rowan off.”
I blink into Rowan’s blushing face.
“You—you don’t have to,” he says, slowly.
