I rode him harder, faster, chasing that release, my body moving on pure instinct now, driven by the relentless heat. The cot creaked beneath us, a rhythmic counterpoint to my increasingly desperate gasps and moans.
“Elias,” I gasped, my hands reaching down to brace myself against his chest, my nails digging into his hard muscles. “I… I can’t…”
“Don’t hold back, little mate,” he growled, his own hips beginning to move, meeting my downward thrusts with a powerful upward surge that drove him even deeper inside me. “Come for us. Come with me deep inside you.”
That was it.
That was all it took.
The coil inside me snapped.
A strangled cry tore from my throat, my back arching like a cat’s, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over me. The pleasure was so intense it stripped me of all thought, all reason, leaving me nothing but a quivering, helpless mess of sensation.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, I felt a strange new sensation. A pressure at the base of Elias’s cock, a swelling that was both alarming and intoxicatingly pleasurable.
I gasped, my body tensing.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Griff rumbled from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Just let it happen.”
I tried. I really did. But my body was still humming from the force of my orgasm, still strung tight with the relentless heat, and the feeling of him expanding inside me was… overwhelming to say the least.
Then he moved, a shallow, experimental thrust, sending a fresh jolt of fiery pleasure rocketing through me. I cried out, my head falling back against Griff’s shoulder, my hips rocking back and forth, seeking more of that incredible friction.
“Feel that?” Elias growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s my knot. It means you’re mine.”
The words, possessive and primal, sent a shiver of pure heat through me. The idea of being tied to him, of being completely and utterly at his mercy, was the most deliciously forbidden thing I had ever experienced.
He thrust all the way inside me and the movement left me seeing stars.
Then he thrust again.
And again.
Each movement was a calculated torment, a deliberate drag of that thick knot against the most sensitive parts of me, pushing me towards another climax, one that promised to be even more intense than the last.
Griff held me steady, his arms a band of steel around my waist, my back pressed flush against his hard chest. Bishop’s hands were on my breasts, his clever fingers plucking at my nipples, sending piercing jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. Eamon’s and Nox’s mouths were on my shoulders, their teeth nipping, their tongues soothing, creating a maddening counterpoint to the relentless pounding of Elias’s cock.
“Look at you,” Bishop murmured, his voice a low, intimate murmur against my ear. “Taking all of him. You were made for this. Made for us.”
The knot at the base of Elias’s cock swelled impossibly larger, fully locking him inside me and stretching me to my absolute limit. The discomfort was a dull ache compared to the blinding pleasure of being so completely, irrevocably filled. There was no space, no room for anything but him, for the sheer, overwhelming reality of him inside me.
My legs were trembling uncontrollably, my muscles screaming with a strain that had nothing to do with pain. I was held aloft, suspended between Griff’s solid strength and Elias’s invasive heat, and the feeling of utter surrender was intoxicating.
“You’re so tight, Tam,” Elias grunted, his hips moving in short, powerful jabs, the movement limited by the tie between us. “You’re squeezing me so hard.”
A strangled sound escaped my throat. I couldn’t help it. He was filling every inch of me, and my inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, a rhythmic, involuntary spasm that made him curse under his breath. Another orgasm was building, fast and furious. The pressure was immense, a coiling snake in my belly, ready to strike.
“Elias,” I gasped, my hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked chest. “Please… I…”
“I know,” he grunted, his rhythm growing more erratic. “I feel it. Let go, Tamsin. Come for me again. Come all over my knot.”
His words were the final push. A wave of pleasure, more intense than anything I had ever experienced, crashed over me, stealing my breath and my senses. My back arched, a silent scream tearing from my throat as my body convulsed with the force of my climax.
The knot swelled to its fullest, sending a fresh, blinding jolt of pleasure through my already overwhelmed system, the feeling so intense, so absolute, that it was almost painful.
With a guttural roar, Elias thrust all the way into me and found his release. I felt the hot surge of his seed filling me, the fiery warmth of it triggering another, smaller wave of pleasure that rippled through my already spent body.
I collapsed against his chest, my mind a blissful haze. After a long moment his knot finally deflated and then I felt a pair of gentle hands lift me from him.
