“More than perfect,” Holden replies as his fingers slip from me, causing me to whine.
“Please, fuck me.” All I can think about is them. All I can smell are their scents surrounding me, and I want them. I want to make them mine. Mark them for the world to see.
“As you wish,” Holden says, before pushing his cock deep inside of me.
We move in a synchronized rhythm. Holden burying his cock deep within me as I suck Nash’s cock. My beta doesn’t have a knot, but he’s giving me everything that I need. That I desire. A buzzing sound fills the space as Roman moves closer to me, leaning his head down so that his lips are flush with my ear. “Ready for a little more fun?” he purrs mischievously. Guess he found the vibrator that was on the end table.
“Yes,” I mumble around Nash’s shaft as he groans in response.
“Fuck, she’s sucking me like a pro. If she keeps it up, I’m going to come in her mouth,” Nash purrs. The thought makes me happy. Proud that I can take care of my Kismets.
Holden picks up his speed as my world begins to spin when Roman places the vibrator on my clit. Everything intensifies and my body is on fire. Just as soon as he places it there, he removes it, a soft chuckle at my groan of disapproval. He continues with the sweet torture, teasing me with the vibrator only to stop just as quickly. A gentle push and pull, edging me so close to the brink of orgasm.
“Come for your beta. Soak his cock in your sweetness,” Roman orders, as Holden thrusts his cock deep inside of me, stilling as we both come together. Nash’s cock slips from my mouth, my body so overcome with emotions that I can’t continue.
He slips from beneath me, allowing me to collapse on my nest as Holden slowly pulls out of me, his cum spilling from me.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful.” He groans. I should be sated, having come twice, but my body still wants more.
It’s almost as if Nash senses it as he lays down beside me, rolling me on top of him. I straddle his waist, as he grips my hips, lifting me slightly as he places his cock at my opening and I slide down his shaft.
“Ahh,” I moan as he slowly pumps his hips upward.
“It won’t be long, baby,” Nash whispers. “Watching you fuck my brothers, seeing you come undone by them, has me hard as hell. I promise next time I’ll take you slow.”
His promises of more have my heart giddy.
With each thrust he buries himself deeper inside of me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he grips me tightly. He buries his knot within me as it inflates, locking in place and we both orgasm at the same time. My body slumps forward, and he wraps his arms around me as I bury my head in the crook of his neck. I fight the urge to mark him, even though it’s all I want.
The room grows quieter. The only sound is my breathing.
My body eases, relaxes, as happiness takes over. My mind and heart both content as trust weaves itself gently back into the parts of me that had long forgotten what safety felt like. My hands rest on his chest as fatigue takes over, and I drift off to sleep. Happy to have these three men around me.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m not bracing for what’s coming next. This time I’mchoosingwhat happens. I’m choosing Roman, Nash, and Holden. I’m choosing to take these men as my Kismets. As my pack.
***
Three days later
The haze of my heat has finally lifted, and I feel nothing but happiness and security. I didn’t bond anyone else, even though it’s all I craved. But now, I plan to make it happen.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I curl into Roman’s chest, drawing tiny circles on his back, while Holden’s pressed firmly against my back. “Thank all of you.” “For what?” Nash asks, from where his head is resting on my lower leg.
“The three of you showed me how amazing a heat can be. Something wonderful. Not just painful and something to fear. You renewed my trust in men, in a pack, and I’ve made a decision.”
“What is it?” Nash asks, sitting up.
Holden moves from behind me, sitting up as well, allowing me to shift my body so that I can gaze at all three of them.
“There’s nothing I want more than to bond with the three of you. For you to bond with me.” I lower my eyes, allowing a small sliver of doubt they’ll say no to sink in, before pushing it away.
“Are you sure?” Roman asks. “We don’t have to rush. If you need time, we’re willing to wait. I can wait to complete what you started,” he clarifies.
“I’m not rushing. There’s not a doubt in my mind it’s what I want.” I angle my body toward Roman. “Will you complete the bond with me?”
Roman sits up, pushing my hair over my shoulder before taking hold of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. Soft and sensual. There’s no rushing with it. He’s making it last.
“I’d love to,” he mumbles.
