I whine, begging for a knot, and Cormac silences me with a kiss. His tongue swirls over his bondmark, sending a sizzle through the connection. I gush around Malachy’s fingers as euphoria ravages my system. It’s intense but so good.
Cormac disappears—which I guess is fair, I forgot to kiss him back—and Malachy pulls his hand from my sex. He licks and nips from my hood to my thigh. His beard tickles my skin, and I jolt, but I also love it.
He leans over me, grabs my hands, and pulls me up before laying me down again, this time on my stomach.
Patrick knee-walks closer, shoving his boxer briefs down and jerking himself. “I wanna watch every inch disappear between your pretty pink lips.”
I want that too.
So much.
Pushing up onto my knees, I make sure my top half is high enough that I can easily suck Patrick’s cock.
The back of my nightie gets tossed up, and warm hands tease over my hips at the same time Patrick guides his crown to my lips.
The three-to-one ratio is amazing. It also makes it hard to keep up with what’s happening.
“That’s a good girl. Suck him deep,” Malachy coos from my right. I have no idea when he got on the bed, but that means it’s Cormac who’s jerking his crown against my pussy.
Patrick wraps his fist in my hair, and his abs flex as he thrusts into my mouth. I try to make it good by hollowing my cheeks, but it mostly feels like I’m along for the ride.
Cormac slams inside me, and I moan around Patrick’s length.
It’s in the back of my mind that people are out there watching us, but I’m foggy and focused on pleasing my alphas.
It doesn’t take long for them to find the perfect rhythm. Every time Cormac thrusts, I take more of Patrick into my mouth. I’m sweaty and desperate to come again, but I’m not sure I’ll get there without pressure on my clit.
That is, until Cormac’s shaft grows longer and thicker, and he drops his walls in the bond. His pleasure spills into the connection, and it ricochets through me with physical force.
I wail, moaning like a well-paid porn star.
Patrick stills his thrusts, giving me a small reprieve as Cormac bucks into me in punishing strokes that prolong my orgasm. By the time he stills, I’m confused about what year it is, let alone being concerned about where we are.
Cormac’s heat disappears from against my ass. I’m achy and empty as he tugs free of my dripping core.
“Me next,” Patrick growls, pulling free of my mouth. “This isn’t going to last long. You’re too fucking good at that.”
He leans down, loops his arms under mine and pulls me fully onto the mattress once more. I’m so wobbly that I would likely fall over, but Malachy appears at my side.
“I’m so fucking hard right now it’s almost painful.” He wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple. “You’re a wetdream come to life. I doubt any of them have seen the kind of performance you’re putting on,” he whispers close to my ear. “A third of the way done. Then we can go home and pamper the fuck out of you.”
Patrick kicks out of his boxer briefs and sits back on his heels, fisting his shaft. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me fill you up too. You’re going to have all three of us dripping out of you fordays.”
The thought makes me shiver, and I crawl onto his thighs. It’s a weird position, kinda like he’s kneeling, but with him sitting back on his heels. I have to plant the soles of my feet on the mattress, since I would be up too high to kneel comfortably.
My left hand comes to rest on Patrick’s shoulder, and my ring glints in the light.
It’s massive.
I have no idea how many carats, but it’s a solitary oval stone in platinum or white gold. Just by sight, I can tell it was expensive.
“Ride me, Charlotte,” Patrick growls, slapping my ass.
I moan, reach between us, and move him to my opening. The stretch is delicious as he enters me, and my forehead falls against his shoulder.
“Well, fuck. I’m going to embarrass myself.” Patrick’s hands cup my ass, helping me to rise and fall over him.
My thighs already burn, so I appreciate the help. I’m foggy and floaty, completely lost to the sensation of him moving inside me.
