Serge’s hand slipped behind me, under the waistband of my pajamas, and his fingers snuck down my crack, spreading my cheeks and rubbing the slick he found there into my hole. “This kind of more, beautiful?” he asked with a rasp which gave away how affected he was by all this, too.
Not that I needed any more evidence beyond the hot, steel bar rutting into my stomach, leaving a trail of sticky precum over the soft flesh housing our baby.
Oh, fuck, why did that turn me on so much?
“I asked you a question, beautiful,” he cooed in that same delicious tone. “Is this what you wanted? My fingers teasing your perfect, sopping hole?”
“Mmmnnnaaahhh.”
That was a word, wasn’t it?
And, oh gods, Dex wasn’t stopping his movements, either. He was still grinding up against me, pressing the wet fabric in between my cheeks and now with every tiny thrust forward, he nudged Serge’s fingertips just a tiny bit inside me, too.
“F-f-f-ffffffff…”
“What’s that, baby?” Dex was back to crooning again. “Did you say that this is what you wanted? This is how you want to get off this morning?”
Yes. Yes, yes, ye—Wait. No.No. I needed to be knotted. Claimed. Boned. I mean,bonded.
“Nnnnn,” I whined, managing to shake my head, even though I was loving their touch and their teasing.
Serge chuckled and nuzzled my cheek, coaxing soft kisses from my parted, panting lips. “”Nnnn?” he repeated with humor. “No? Is that what you’re trying to say, beautiful? You want us to stop?”
Fucking tease.
“Nnnn…” I tried again, trying to make my brain work, which was proving almost impossible with their mouths still licking and sucking at the skin around my shoulder, neck and pecs, and their continued slow touches to my hole. “Nnn…knot.” Thank fuck. I got the word out. “Need…knot.”
“You need our alpha’s knot?” Dex tagged back in, playfully taunting me the way Serge had been. “You need to be stretched and filled up nice and proper?”
Arching my back, I keened, close to coming just from the suggestion. I knew I’d likely coated Serge’s fingers with even more slick, but I was beyond caring.
“Oh, baby,” Dex pressed in harder, the fabric-covered head of his cock pushing at my rim, making Serge’s fingersdip deeper inside. I cried out and bore down, trying to get more. “His knot feels so fucking good, Sage. You’re going to love it.” The words were whispered and ragged, his lips pressed up tightly against my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “You’re going to come so hard on his cock, you’ll see stars.”
“P-please…” I was riding Serge’s thigh while I desperately pushed back against him, and I was convinced I was about to explode. That thought didn’t excite me as it usually would, though. It made me anxious. Because I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted his knot in me before that happened. I needed it to be that way. “Please, Serge…alpha…I…I can’t…”
My amazing, sweet, perfect mates picked up on the change in my begging immediately. Maybe it was the wobble in my voice, or the shakiness of my breathing that gave me away, but they got it and they flew straight into action, the teasing turning to deliberate, loving touches as I was carefully laid on my back with my embarrassingly wet pajama pants tugged down and tossed aside. They landed with a quiet, crumpled thud somewhere near the door to the bathroom, and two more matching sounds followed as the mattress wobbled with my mates’ hasty movements.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been inside either of you,” Serge said as he crawled over me, “this won’t be the long, drawn-out love-making spree you deserve.”
Eyebrows drawing together, I eyed him with confusion. “But…you and Dex didn’t…?”
His handsome face was awash with horror. “While you were behind bars? No, Sage. We couldn’t.” He rolled us back onto our sides and cupped my cheek tenderly. “It wouldn’t have been right, sweetheart. We needed you with us.”
“Oh.” I blinked back tears. “I…I needed you both, too.”
“I know.” He smiled softly and brought our mouths together for a tender kiss. “And now you’ve got us, and we’ve got you.”
My heart squeezed “I love you,” I told him, watching his eyes widen. “I know…I know it’s probably fast. We haven’t really been together-together for more than a few days, but…we spent weeks getting to know each other when we traveled here from Europe, and again when we went to rural France to retrieve the journals containing the spells. Plus all the video calls…”
“I know, beautiful,” Sergio spoke to me like I was something precious and, maybe to him, I really was. He dropped another sweet, chaste kiss on my lips and nuzzled the side of my face, which sent a strange burst of arousal through me. “I love you, too, Sage.” He looked over my shoulder, his gaze still soft and warm. “And you, too, Dexter. I love you both.”
Dex practically purred and I felt his chest press closely to my back as his cheek smushed into mine. He accepted a kiss from our alpha before turning his head slightly to include my mouth with theirs. These sloppy three-way kisses always felt so uncoordinated, but I loved them deeply.
Another burst of intense desire swept through me when Dex brushed the side of my face, and I whined in equal parts confusion and need.
“Aww, baby,” Dex cooed, “did I touch your scales?”
My scales?
