Amos kneels beside the chair and his mouth finds the other side of my neck. Four hands strip me at once, two mouths working opposite sides of my throat, and my head falls back against the nest of fabric. My scent blooms through the air and mixes with theirs, saturating the blankets.
Amos pulls my pants down while Dominic's mouth drags lower across my chest. The slick panties are soaked through and Dominic peels them off with his teeth, the scrape of fabric against my thighs making me arch up off the chair. His mouth follows the path of the fabric, kissing along my inner thigh, his breath hot against the slick gathered there.
"You've been wet all day." He says it against my skin. "Wet and scared and trying to convince yourself to give this up."
"Dominic, please..." My hips rock toward his mouth and my fingers twist in the nest fabrics beneath me. "Please touch me. Make it stop hurting."
His mouth closes over my cock and the heat of it pulls a cry from my throat that fills the closet. His tongue works the underside while his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. Amos' mouth moves from my neck to my nipple, biting down gently enough to make me gasp.
After a minute Amos pulls back and cups my face. "Watch him, Niah. Watch what Dominic looks like when he's on his knees for you."
The sight of Dominic between my thighs with his eyes dark and his cheeks hollowed around my cock, his fingers pressing bruises into my legs, burns through every rehearsed word my mother gave me this morning.
Dominic pulls off and stands, stripping in efficient motions while Amos takes his place between my thighs. Amos' fingers slide through the slick and press inside me, two stretching to three while Dominic watches from above with his cock hard and his hand working himself.
"Amos first." Dominic's voice is raw. "I want to watch him take you."
Amos lifts me slightly to reposition me on the bed before entering me in one long push that fills the emptiness my body has been aching with all day. My spine arches and I grabhandfuls of the sheets, the nest fabrics tangling around my fingers as Amos starts to move.
His rhythm is deep and measured, each thrust pressing against the spot that makes my thighs shake. His mouth stays on mine, kissing me through the sounds I'm making, his hands holding my hips at the angle that lets him reach deepest.
"You feel incredible, Niah." His voice has gone rough. "You feel like you were made for this."
Dominic sits at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard, stroking himself while he watches Amos fuck me into the mattress. His eyes track from where Amos enters me to my face and back.
"Harder." I pull Amos closer by the shoulders. "I need to feel it tomorrow. I need every time I sit at my desk to remember this instead of her voice."
His hips snap forward with enough force that the bed rocks against the wall and his knot starts to swell at the base. He buries himself to the hilt as the knot locks inside me, stretching my rim until my eyes water. His release fills me in hot pulses while my body clenches around him, milking every drop.
He stays knotted inside me for fifteen minutes while Dominic cards his fingers through my hair and feeds me his thumb. When Amos' knot deflates he pulls out slowly and his release leaks from me onto the sheets beneath us.
"My turn." Dominic moves behind me and lifts my hips. He pushes inside me through the mess Amos left, his cock thicker, the stretch made easier by the slick and the release already inside me. The sensation of being filled again so soon after the knot wrings a sound from me that I bury in the pillow.
His first thrust drives me forward on the mattress and his hands grip my hips with a force that will bruise. The pace he sets is controlled, each stroke hitting right where I need him to, theAlpha watching my responses the way he's watched them every time since the night he went too far.
"Look at me." He pulls my face up from the pillow. "Stay with me, firefly. I need your eyes."
I look at him over my shoulder and the expression on his face guts me. He's not just fucking me. Every thrust is an answer to my mother, to the rehearsed speech, to the twelve seconds I spent walking toward his door with the intention of destroying this.
"I love you." It comes out broken between his thrusts. "I love you both. I love you and I'm sorry I tried to leave."
"Don't apologize." He leans down and his mouth finds the curve of my ear. "Just stay."
He fucks me until I come untouched, my cock pulsing against the nest fabrics, my body clenching around him in waves. His knot swells and locks us together and he empties inside me with his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, his breathing ragged against my skin.
We lie in the mess of sheets, knotted together, our scents so entangled it feels like one thing. Amos curls against my front and I press my face into the curve of his throat while Dominic's knot pulses inside me from behind.
Dominic's knot deflates but he doesn’t pull out, locking his arm around my waist, resting against the nape of my neck. Amos shifts closer and I burrow deeper into his throat, pressing my nose against the spot where his scent runs strongest. My hand finds his and I thread our fingers together before pulling his knuckles against my mouth, breathing him in through the skin.
"I told her no this morning." My voice is muffled against his hand. "She told me to sit down and I said no. First time in my life."
"Good." Dominic's arm tightens around my waist. "Practice that."
Amos' free hand comes up and rests against the back of my head, holding me there, letting me take what I need.
"I chose you," I mumble against Amos' skin. "Both of you. I chose this."
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