I moan, sinking down on Cormac’s crown. The stretch is so intense that I forget to answer Mal, instead rising and falling on my knees once more.
I need all of him,right now.
“Fuck,” Cormac hisses. “You know, I like kids. I’d be happy to have a couple more.”
I almost laugh.
How very man-like of him to decide to take on a theoretical lifelong commitment just to avoid having to pull out.
Mal snorts, playfully slapping my clit again. “Answer the question, little one. I don’t want you to be regretful later.”
If he was trying to shock me into answering, the action has the opposite effect. The pain only sizzles for half a second before turning into bliss.
I clench around Cormac, forcing more of him inside me. “I have an IUD. It’s got two more years left on it. Just try not to dislodge it with your giant dicks.”
I truly have no desire to ever change another diaper, but the older Lucky gets, the more I miss when he was a baby.
I think I could do the whole pregnancy and kid thing over again.IfI had partners at my side this time.
“You’re so hot it’s almost painful, but it’s so good. There’s no way you’re not running a fever,” Cormac chokes out. “Are you supposed to be this tight? Did we forget a step somewhere?”
God, he’s so clueless.
And somehow I think it’s fucking adorable.
“I was more than ready for you,” I assure him, burying my face in his throat.
His pheromones hit me like a ton of bricks, and my vision goes hazy. So, I close my eyes and give in to the urge to just experience.
Cormac’s hands weave between us, landing on my hips. He lifts and drops me over his swollen length until all I can think about is how hot it’ll be when he finally comes inside me.
Malachy applies more pressure to my clit, and my skin sizzles.
I’m not sure I deserve them, but I want to.
They’re so close, giving me everything I need.
Attentive and available.
In my entire life, no one has just given in when I’ve asked for something.
It’s going to make me emotional if I focus on that for too long.
“Charlotte, you’re killing me here.” Cormac groans, his fingers digging into my hips almost painfully.
“Seems like he needs you to get there,” Mal says, wrapping his hand in my makeshift bun. “Come on, little one. Use my brother to get yourself off.” His words light a fire under my skin, and I focus on the stretch and the way Malachy works my swollen nub.
It doesn’t take long until I’m teetering on the edge.
“So close,” I choke out.
“Come for us,” Mal growls, tugging my hair.
Cormac’s shaft grows longer and thicker, and that does it.
Pleasure ricochets through my nerve endings, and I leak around Cormac’s cock as my orgasm washes through my system.
I fall against his chest, sobbing out a plea to be bitten.
