It’s not painful, but the strange sensation is a little scary.
“Breathe, Shortcake,” Ash murmurs, running a hand down my spine. “You can take me. Let me prepare you.”
“O—okay,” I nod, making sure to relax.
“Good girl.” Ash’s praise makes my perfume sweeten even more in the air around us, swirling and mixing with all of their scents.
“Damn, I didn’t know she could get sweeter,” Griffin groans.
“It’s better than any drug,” Rowan says.
My lips quirk up into a small smile as Ash pulls his fingers from me.
I feel him gathering my slick to coat his shaft. The sensation and my inability to turn around and watch what he’s doing because I’m still locked onto Rage’s dick builds my anticipation to a level I didn’t know possible.
“You’re such a perfect little omega for us,” Ash growls, lining up the head of his cock with my puckered rosebud. “And I’m going to make you mine.”
My breath gets caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat as he pushes forward in one long, slow, thrust.
With Rage’s knot still inside of me, I feel utterly and entirely split open when Ash bottoms out.
There’s only one way I can even try to explain it.
I feel claimed.
“That’s it, Shortcake, you’re doing such a good job, taking my cock up your ass,” Ash groans, resting his forehead against my shoulder. His buzz-cut hair tickles against my ear.
But I forget all about that sensation when he starts thrusting in earnest.
I must clamp down in response to the movement, because Rage’s hands clamp down on my thighs with the movement, his eyes alight with his own pleasure.
“So pretty,” he says through gritted teeth.
I chase after his lips blindly. His lips are soft against mine as I whimper into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rowan groans.
I glance to the side to see Griffin has dragged up one of the hotel chairs beside the bed. He’s lazily stroking his cock up and down, his eyes locked on the three of us.
“You can say that again,” Griffin nods.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, I don’t think I can last long,” Ash groans.
His rhythm falters as he braces a hand against the headboard, right by my head. The veins in his forearm stand out against his pale skin.
“I’m going to bite you, make you mine. For-fucking-ever. You hear that, Shortcake? Mine.” He punctuates each sentence with a deep thrust that pushes his knot further and further into my body.
“Please,” I pant. “I’m yours, Ash.”
He lets out a fierce roar, his hips thrusting forward one last time and locking his knot deep inside of me.
Then, he leans forward, clamping his teeth right along the back of my neck.
I turn my head to the side, biting down onto his forearm.
It’s an unconventional spot, but I don’t care. I just need to complete the bond.Now.
So full I can’t move, I collapse down onto Rage’s chest.
