And I’m overwhelmed and maybe a little terrified when I see and feel the proof and depth of their passion, love and devotion. My body, mind, and soul are going to get completely and utterly owned by them I can’t fucking wait.
I whimper, wiggling my hips, trying to let them in, urging them to start, but no matter how hard I try, the tightness gets worse, not better.
Valentine drills his full focus at me. Ignoring my whine, all his shields fall away. He targets the entire source of his Alpha strength on me. It’s vicious, it’s intoxicating, and I never want it to stop.
I’m caught in a space where everything has a feeling, as opposed to a logical explanation. I’m mystified and struck by Valentine’s shuddering strength and ethereal beauty. When he smirks like he’s trying to convey something, all I see is how one of his smiles makes my heart race.
Dante drops his hands from under me, and the sensation is like free will. Until I get impaled on both of them. But I’m not left hanging, because Val’s hand is around my throat, and I’m not in any pain at all. I radiate a hum of pleasure, and I want to be scarred from the heat burning through our connection.
“Do you understand now, what I was saying, wife? We’re going to give you a reminder of who owns you. Now, don’t you come until I say you can.” He infuses power and dominance in every word he speaks.
There’s a whisper of movement against my skin, and Matteo appears again. His brown eyes are nearly black, desire sparkling in them, but he doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t say a word. But the look in his eyes is a reminder of the sanctuary Pack De Luca provides.
Dante and Valentine work together, thrusting in and out as one. The pleasure is agony, and I’m stuffed so full, I can’t breathe. One moment, I manage to find a way to survive; thenext moment, they infuse a softness, and a tenderness, where I get to drown in the love and pleasure they rain down.
“Baby,” Dante grunts. His mouth is on my ear, and I hear how close he is to coming and filling me, and god, how I want it.
I hiss when he slowly pulls himself out of my ass, inch by inch, the wave of desolation from the loss consuming. Until Valentine clamps a hand around my waist to torture me as he rubs the silver balls of his pierced crown over my G-spot.
“I even own that,” he promises, circling the spot, massaging it until ribbons of pleasure shoot and stars dance. “Soon. So soon. But not yet. First, I want to feel my cunt soaking my cock in your juices. Every drop is mine. Squeeze me harder, Layne.”
His demands are soft, spoken like poetry, delivered with the will of his Alpha, so I’m compliant without trying, radiating from the inside out as he and Dante remind me of their ownership so exquisitely, I’ll never, ever forget.
I lose track of time, I forget my name, I only know them.
My heat flames to another intensity, and the world fades as I sink into each touch. I hurt. I ache. I cry out for more.
Valentine squeezes my throat, stopping my air and my pleasure every time he feels my orgasm threatening. He and Dante drive my pleasure to the very top of where I think it will go before they takes it even higher. Lights flash in my eyes, and I breathe through Valentine’s strangled touch. But the air, affogato flavored, sweet and pure, gives as much as my men take.
I’m so dizzy and delirious, so full of their love but aching for more. And when they deliver, it’s together.
In an instant, they’re butter soft, and they’re easing their knots into me, showing me how perfectly and seamlessly we fit together as one.
“Come for us,” Matteo whispers, and Valentine roars the same thing.
Matteo’s orgasm hits my skin, and his hands rub it over me. Dante soaks my ass with his pleasure, and Valentine erupts inside my body in what feels like a constant release. Their knots bind and lock us together, and the three of them whisper endless praises and pleas for me to let go.
The very essence of me gets rewritten by swooping endearments and soaring pleasure. But the intensity is tripled because they’re in our bond with me and will be until the end of time.
55
Matteo
Dante leans closer, whispering into my ear. “We’re going to do a quick check of the apartment. Val also needs to check in with Legos and Leon. We’ll be ten minutes max.”
Nuzzling my face over hers, to triple check she is in fact asleep, she’s doesn’t move a muscle. And her pussy doesn’t clamp around my cock. “She’s out.”
Dante makes his way carefully over her nest to the door. I cup her ass in both my hands to lift her up so I can stretch my legs out. Every part of me aches. In such a good way.
I barely finish getting comfortable, and Valentine is up in my face. His eyes are cold, and his scent is bitter matching his mood. “Look after my wife, Matteo.”
The threat in his words, impossible to miss.
I get it though. I was in his position a few hours ago. Leaving Layne in the middle of her heat is difficult but her safety, along with the new responsibility resting on Pack De Luca means checking our home, and touching base with the people we left incharge still needs to be done. So I get how he’s feeling but I don’t like the bite to his insinuation.
With my hands full, all I can do is glare at him. “I’m going to ignore your attitude, Val, but you better not come back in her nest like that.”
He fucking stares through me before his focus invariably drifts back to Layne. Looking at her is all it takes.
