“Sorry, Sugar. Rage is right. We’ve gotta keep you calm and comfortable.”
I can feel Rage harden through his sweatpants. The memories of his massive knot inside me the other day has slick gushing from me, leaving a stain on the gray fabric.
“Mine,” Rage growls, moving my hand that’s between my legs and replacing it with his own. I arch into his touch.
“Please—“
“We’ll make you feel good, Sugar,” Rowan murmurs, dancing kisses along my shoulder. “We’ll fix this. What do you want?”
“You. Inside. Now.” With a groan, I flip my aching body so I’m resting my arms on Rage’s massive, spread thighs. His sweatpants do nothing to hide the outline of his cock in the fabric. The sight makes my mouth water.
Oh wow, that’s new.
Even though the majority of my last heat was a blur, I remember the biggest urge was for a knot.
But now? I want to know the feel of Rage’s massive cock against my tongue.
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” Rowan groans. His clothes are flung onto the floor and I feel his trim hips pressed up against the back of mine.
His hands massage the flesh of my ass as he runs the head of his cock up and down my slick soaked folds.
“Please,” I whine, my head collapsing down onto Rage’s thigh. The flesh underneath my cheek throbs. It’s only then that I realize there’s only one layer of fabric separating his cock from my face.
With that obvious of an outline, he’s definitely not wearing boxers. And I certainly don’t blame him.
I blink up at Rage, trying to get my eyes to focus through the haze.
His eyes are wide, a storm of emotions swirling within their depths. Confusion. Hope. And a whole boatload of lust.
“We’re going to take care of you,” Rowan groans, letting out a soft curse as he lubes up his shaft with my slick, dragging his hand up and down his cock. “Are you—are you sure you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I say, flicking my hair over my shoulder as I turn to meet Rowan’s gaze. The auburn strands fall in a waterfall down my back and side, accentuating my arch.
“If you need a knot?—”
“I need you.” I’ve never been more certain about anything. I think my tone conveys that, if the spark I see in Rowan’s eyes is any indication.
His hands reach down and grip my hips. The touch builds delicious anticipation low in my gut.
“You just gonna leave Rage hanging, I can see the way you’ve been eyeing him like you want a taste,” Rowan growls, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
A gasp is caught in my throat from the combination of the sensation and the hungry look in Rage’s eyes as I glance up at him.
“Please,” I whimper. I don’t know what I’m asking for.
Rowan to give me what I need.
Rage to take his cock out and give me that taste I need.
Both.
Everything.
At the same time.
Rowan grants me mercy, his hips thrusting forward and seating himself fully inside me in one smooth motion.
My lips fall open and my eyes flutter shut. I can see stars behind my eyes with each thrust.
