Noah does by using his tongue to swirl my bud, followed by a light nibble from his teeth.
Warmth and need spiral through me, making me squirm on Johan’s lap.
I feel so full. So pent up. Soready.
Which is insane. I’ve already come more than once. I usually only achieve multiple orgasms while in heat. Yet these alphas are about to prove that my body can take so much more than I’ve ever imagined.
My estrus is going to be explosive in the best way,I marvel, moaning as Noah licks me again. His hand is near Johan’s knot, doing something to it as he pleasures me with his mouth.
The sensations are intense.
The warmth is overwhelming.
Yet I feel safe. Cherished.Properly taken care of.
These alphas are driving me to a precipice I’ve never before experienced.
And I welcome it. Them. Their world.Everything.
“I can feel your orgasm building around my cock,” Johan whispers. “The way you’re squeezing me…Fuck, Lark. I’m going to explode with you.”
Noah growls in agreement, his fingers massaging Johan’s knot as he continues to abuse my clit with his tongue and teeth.
Everything inside me tenses, my veins suddenly on fire.
Johan releases my breast and grasps my chin, then tilts my head back and to the side. “Kiss me while you come, Lark.” His lips brush mine. Then he claims me with his mouth, and my world explodes.
He swallows my screams, but in the next moment, he’s growling out his own release. I moan as his knot shoots into me, attaching to that place deep within that Noah recently occupied.
It feels similar. Yet different. Both alphas bringing their own intensity and size and touch.
I shudder, my body writhing in waves of pleasure that feel unending.
I’ll never be the same after this.
These alphas have ruined me for the future, guaranteeing that the only ones who will ever be able to inflict this kind of ecstasy on me are them.
Only them.
My pack.
My men.
“I need your mouth, pet,” Noah says, his fingers suddenly in my hair and taking my lips away from Johan.
Except it isn’t Noah’s mouth that meets mine. It’s his cock.
Which I now realize he’s been stroking.
His hand is on his knot while his other is in my hair, guiding me forward.
“Try to swallow,” he murmurs, feeding me his engorged dick just as he begins to come.
I nearly inhale instead, my own orgasm still rocking through me. But I do my best to take his seed the way he wants.
Cinnamon fills my senses, followed by a sweet hint of hot honey.
It’s Noah’s essence, his scent and his taste, flooding me.
