Chapter
Forty
STEEL
Her heat is here.
And I was under prepared for how fast and hard I’d get dragged under the lure of her now that her scent is laden with her heat.
I barely open my eyes, and I can’t think straight, everything screaming ‘knot’, ‘fuck’, ‘fill with seed’ and fucking ‘bite’. The others aren’t moving yet but I’ve got my cock in a vice, my fist squeezing myself to the point of pain to stop from leaping over the rest of them and fucking her.
I grab the pillow Mav used before which makes my predicament that much worse because her scent is now layered by his. I can even taste where he screamed into the pillow.
Mav has always been my anchor, and I grab on to the thought now, trying to calm the chaotic need by inhaling his scent until I start to see spots in my eyes then exhaling slowly until they shoot over my vision. I get everything under control until a warm pair of lips devour my cock.
Her tongue flickers over my slit, like she’s desperate for a drink, and fuck I wrap my hands around her face, and I rock my hips. Opening my eyes, it’s not a dream, Tristan’s black eyes areheat hazed and she’s lying over the top of my brother and Mav to reach me.
And I was wrong, everyone is awake, watching her go to town on my dick.
King climbs to his knees, his own cock looking as hard as mine and he just lifts her hips and drives straight inside her pussy slamming her forward. And I hold her down, her face pressed to my knot as I roll my hips because Tristan is a goddess at sucking cock.
“You like sucking his cock, killer?”
She nods her head, closing her eyes.
“I’ll always give you whatever the fuck you want, Tris, but I swear to fucking God you better stop sucking him right this fucking second. I ain’t going to share you with them.”
Her throat won’t let go and she hollows her cheeks, hoovering my cock down. His slap on her ass has her eyes rolling back in her head as she moans. And just like that I gush down her throat. My hips pitch higher up as my cock spasms, my come flooding her. Only when I’ve finished and she’s licked me clean does she let go of the stranglehold she has.
“That works for me. I promise I won’t do it again.” She winks at me before she adjusts her position, shuffling back a little. He slams into her body; her head hangs down and the groans and grunts of satisfaction has my cock getting hard again.
“You go to them full of my come. You come back to me clean. They lick you; they wash you; I don’t fucking care. Yeah?”
He’s talking to all of us, and she’s still blitzed but coherent enough to agree because she nods her head before she pitches forward and takes Mav’s cock exactly the same way she took me.
King growls in warning and slaps her ass before locking his hands around her hips and pounding into her. “Let me fucking remind you who your Alpha is.”
There’s an audible pop, and I’m not sure if it’s her lips popping open or his knot slamming inside but Tristan curls in on herself, the muscles in her arms and upper back contracting as a wave of her arousal and release renders her completely still.
Maverick rolls out from under her. Tyson moves out of the way too, neither of them risking the threats King is making with his eyes. She can’t see it, the look of warning, but she can smell how close he is to rut and there’s no wariness to her, if anything, her scent blossoms even more. And the way she moves is hypnotic. It’s like watching the best fucking porn in the world, her body swings, and sways with each violent thrust from King while her face twists in pleasure. The encouraging noises she makes only confirms how much she’s enjoying him owning her.
I watch bemused, her lips pursed, and she starts panting, her eyes drag up off the floor and she shows me how close she is to coming as she rides his knot in her pleasure high.
King’s so fucking fast when he moves, he has a fist full of her hair and wrenches her head back. “That’s my fucking claim you’re wearing, now milk my knot and show them how much come my slit takes.”
Banding one hand around her waist he pulls her up so she’s flush with him, her pussy is stretched and crammed full of his knot. The sight of him railing her, his seed spilling out of the lock of their body is almost too much. I pinch the end of my cock.
Maverick scoots closer, he’s as wound up as I am. Maybe her heat is contagious, or maybe the thought of us being locked in here, safe far from Rex and his prying eyes or it might be the realisation that this is exactly why we’re here, to stop fucking around and start fucking planning to live.
“Tristan,” I call her name and even before I’ve finished her eyes are on mine. And fucking scent-matching magic already has her knowing where I’m going. “We’re gonna have to share, Mav. That good with you?”
King answers instead. “God, killer, your cunt likes that idea, huh?”
“Take your hair down for me, Steel,” she demands, and it’s an easy ask. Her breathing hitches as I brush my fingers through it.
“Like this?” I ask unnecessarily.
“Yeah, she likes that. But she likes my knot more,” King purrs.
