“We’ll take care of you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart,” Griffin growls in my ear, pulling me flush against his front.
His cock is hard against the curve of my ass, and I can’t help but squirm against it. My skin is growing tight against my flesh as the intensity of Griffin’s dominance and pheromones swirl around in the air around us.
“Something tells me our pretty little omega here wants to be fucked from behind,” Griffin says with a teasing huff of laughter as he grips my waist, lifting me so I’m on my knees.
A gush of slick drips from me at the sound of his words.
“I think you’re right,” Rowan says, his eyes going wide as his hands come to slide up between my drenched thighs.
“Stop teasing me,” I whine, shifting my hips back and forth as I clutch at Rowan, practically draping myself over him as Griffin tugs my hips back. “Please.”
“Damn, you asked so nicely,” Griffin says, notching the head of his cock at my center. “Your wish is my command, Sweetheart.”
He thrusts forward, sheathing his entire length deep inside of me in one go. My nails rake down Rowan’s chest as I cling to him, a startled gasp leaving my throat.
“Fucking hell, you look so hot taking Griffin’s cock,” Rowan murmurs, his eyes locked onto my body.
I shove my hand into his sweatpants, wrapping it around the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze. Though it’s hard to focus right now, with Griffin setting a brutal pace, I’ve gotten enough practice over the last week to know exactly how Rowan likes it.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth and I know I’m doing a good job.
“You’re. Going. To. Be. Ours,” Griffin says between each snap of his hips.
The force of it nearly makes my eyes roll back into my head. There’s just something about the reverberating impact of his powerful body against mine that make me feel taken. Wanted. Needed.
“You’re already ours,” Rowan says, lifting my head for a kiss.
Normally, Griffin and Rowan like to take their time. For better or for worse, they seriously enjoy teasing me and drawing everything out. The foreplay before they enter me, the actual sex, the crazy orgasms they give me.
But not today.
Griffin has a mission, and that seems to be to knot me as quickly as possible.
He reaches around and rubs tight circles around my clit, his fingers slipping against me because of how wet I am.
“I want you to come on my cock, Sweetheart. Need to make sure you’re ready to take my knot.”
“I can take it, I can—“ Whatever I’d been planning on saying dies on my lips as my inner walls clamp down on him with the start of an orgasm that’s truly caught me off guard.
I worry for a split second that I’m squeezing Rowan’s cock too hardbefore I stop having any thoughts at all, collapsing onto his chest as Griffin ruts into me.
His knot stretches my entrance, the delicious burn feeling just as intense as the first time. I let out a startled cry as all the muscles in the lower half of my body spasm.
“Mine,” Griffin snarls, his breath hot against the hollow above my collarbone.
That’s all the warning I get before his teeth sink into my flesh. The flash of pain that quickly shoots downstairs snaps me back to reality and I’m overcome with the instinctual urge to complete the bondmark.
But instead of contorting my body to bite Griffin, I lean forward and sinking my teeth into Rowan’s shoulder.
He lets out a hiss through his teeth, but I feel the way his cock throbs in my hand.
I don’t know what kind of magic this is, but I feel a wave of peace and calm wash over me. It’s the feeling I haven’t had since I was first injected with the stupid drug that started this whole thing.
My eyes flutter open—Wow, I didn’t even realize I closed them—and I pull away from Rowan’s shoulder as Griffin pulls away from mine.
Driven almost entirely by instinct, I twist. My body is driving me to complete the bond.
It takes a bit of effort, but I manage to turn and sink my teeth into the top of Griffin’s chest. Wow is he muscular.
