"Move." I dig my heels into his back. "Please, Sergio, move."
He does.
The first thrust punches the air from my lungs. The second makes me see stars. By the third, I've lost the ability to form words, reduced to moans and whimpers and incoherent pleas.
Carlos and Pedro and Nacho are still there, still touching me, but I can barely process their hands on my skin. My entire world has narrowed to Sergio. To the slide of him inside me. To the pressure building at my core with every thrust.
"Don't hold back." I claw at his shoulders. "Not with me. Never with me. I want all of you—"
My words cut off as he drives deep, as control finally snaps completely.
"I've got you." He increases his pace, hips snapping against mine. "Let go. Come for me."
The knot starts to swell.
I feel it stretching me wider with each thrust, catching at my entrance, demanding entry. It should hurt. It doesn't. It feels like coming home.
"Now." Sergio's voice is barely recognizable. "Come for me now."
He thrusts deep and holds, the knot locking into place, and I explode.
This orgasm is different from the first. Deeper. More consuming. It starts at my core and radiates outward until every cell in my body is singing. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
A thread of connection snapping into place. Sergio's emotions washing over me like a wave. Love. Possession. Fierce, protective tenderness.
Pack bond. Mate bond. The thing I've been terrified of wanting.
It feels like being held.
"I love you." The words fall out between gasps.
"I love you too." Sergio collapses against me, careful to keep his weight braced. "Always. Forever."
We lie there, locked together, his body still pulsing inside me while the pressure slowly eases. Carlos strokes my hair. Pedro checks my pulse with clinical concern. Nacho presses kisses to my shoulder.
"How do you feel?" Pedro's voice is soft.
"Like I got hit by a truck." I turn my head to look at him. "In the best possible way."
"The heat will cycle." He brushes hair back from my sweaty forehead. "You'll need us again soon. Probably within the hour."
"All of you?"
"All of us." Carlos grins. "If you're up for it."
I look at the three men surrounding me. At Sergio, still buried inside me, still holding me like I'm precious.
“Yes.” I manage a tired smile. "I'm up for everything. But maybe some water first? And possibly a snack? I feel like I just ran a marathon."
"I'll get it." Nacho slides off the bed and heads for the door.
"I'll help." Carlos follows, pausing to press a kiss to my forehead.
Pedro remains, monitoring, checking, making sure I'm okay.
The pressure finally releases, and Sergio slides out of me with a groan. The emptiness rushes back immediately, but it's more bearable now. Sated temporarily.
"That was..." I search for words. "I don't have words."
