One of them or both of them would be fine.
Actually, I want both.
I need them both to claim me.
“I’m going to come,” Cormac growls, and his muscles lock tight. I’m warm and melty inside, but I switch from bouncing on his cock to deep grinding movements to ensure I can work out every drop of his hot cum. His shaft jumps inside me as his scentfloods the air. My grinding works a little too well, and his knot slips inside my opening. “Holy fuck…”
“Yeah,” I agree, shivering as his knot swells, pushing deliciously against the bundle of nerves just inside my opening. There’s no way to describe the feeling. Intense bliss and so much pleasure from so little movement.
“Are you okay?” he chokes out.
“So good.” Everything gets hazy and muted, and the fog slips in.
I don’t ever want to leave, so they better get used to the idea of keeping me around. It kinda feels like they already have, but I need to know that’s not wishful thinking.
And to make sure it sticks.
Cormac wraps his arms around me, hugging me to his chest.
It’s sweet and unexpected.
God, I like him so much.
Malachy pulls his arm from between us, stretching out on the pack bed at our side. I work my clit against Cormac’s lower stomach and get lost to the feeling of being stretched over his knot.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charlotte
My hair is sweaty, and I’m exhausted by the time I ride Cormac to our second climax.
It might be time to hit the gym.
I shouldn’t be shattered from so little physical exertion. It takes a while for Cormac’s knot to deflate, but he runs his fingers up and down my spine, murmuring sweet reassurances.
It’s surreal.
I’ve never felt so connected to another person. Once his knot fully deflates, I awkwardly try to climb off his cock.
Malachy stretches over, lifting me off Cormac when he sees me struggling with shaky arms.
“I need the bathroom.” Cormac groans, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
Malachy chuckles. “You rocked his world, little one.” He palms the back of my head as I wiggle completely on top of him.
The bathroom door closes, and I glance over my shoulder. “It feels like he ran from me.”
Maybe that was too much, too fast?
“Nah, he just needs a minute,” Malachy says, his hazel eyes sparkling in the low light. “Cormac has always been one of those people who needs space to think things through. He might be alittle overwhelmed, but I guarantee you, he’ll be back to bed as soon as he centers himself.”
“That makes sense,” I admit, wondering if I’m dripping cum all over Malachy’s sweats. Either way, he’s very hard, and he didn’t get to come. I could have easily managed him and Cormac at once, but I get the feeling that he didn’t want to encroach too much on Cormac’s first time. “You’re a good big brother.” It’s a random thing to say, since he has no idea what I was thinking, but even the way he reassured me that Cormac would be back was thoughtful.
I bury my fingers in his beard, leaning in to kiss him.
Malachy’s electric scent seems to rejuvenate my aching body, and the man knows how to kiss. I dig my fingers into his jaw, nip at his lower lip, and roll over. I’m not purposely trying to tease his instincts into chasing me. Or maybe I am subconsciously.
“I want you on top of me, caging me in,” I tell him.
