“Relax, baby,” I whisper in her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive shell. “Let us take care of you.”
I press one finger against her tight, puckered hole, and she tenses for a moment before forcing herself to relax, a soft sigh escaping her lips. I work my finger into her, then another, stretching her, preparing her for me. The feeling of her, tight and hot and welcoming, is almost enough to make me come right then and there.
“Please,” she begs, her voice a breathy whine. “Knox, please. I need you. I need all of you.”
When she’s ready, I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her. I can feel Maddox inside her through the thin wall of her flesh. The sensation is incredible, a tight, intense pressure that borders on pain.
I push into her slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. She cries out, a sharp, broken sound, her body arching back against me.
“Easy,” Liam says, his hand on her lower back. “Breathe, Millie. Just breathe.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and I push in deeper, until I’m fully seated inside her. The feeling is… indescribable. A tight, hot, perfect pressure that steals the air from my lungs and makes my head spin. We are one being, a single, pulsing entity, joined in the most intimate way possible.
I begin to move, my hips rocking, matching Maddox’s thrusts from below. Millie is caught between us, a vessel for our shared pleasure, her body a conduit for the raw, primal energythat flows between us. The scent in the room intensifies, an intoxicating cloud of arousal and pack and home. I can feel my knot beginning to swell.
I lean down, my mouth finding the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder. I can feel the frantic beat of her pulse against my lips. I bite down, a sharp, possessive act that seals our bond.
She screams, her body convulsing around us, a powerful, explosive orgasm that rips through her with the force of a hurricane. Her climax triggers my own, and I come with a hoarse shout, my knot swelling, locking us together in a final, perfect union.
We are a pack. We are one. And we are home.
Millie
Iwake up sore. A dull, pleasant ache that speaks of a long, intense night. They took turns on me, I remember, their hands and mouths claiming every part of me.
My throat is raw, my tits tender, but my whole body is warm, cocooned in a post-heat haze. My core feels sensitive, used in the best possible way, and there’s someone still inside me while a huge arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me close.
I turn my head slowly, my neck protesting. Liam’s face is right there, his eyes closed, his breathing even and peaceful. That means it’s Maddox inside me, his cock hardening by the second.
I rock my hips back against him, a small, experimental movement. He groans in his sleep, and his hips move in response. It’s a lazy, possessive thrust that sends a shiver through me.
“You up?” Liam says right in my ear, his voice husky with sleep.
I turn my head the other way and kiss him, a kiss that tastes of morning and him.
“Hey baby,” he murmurs against my lips, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my toes curl.
“Where’s Knox?” I manage to groan out in a wrecked whisper.
“Making a call,” Liam tells me, his hand tracing idle patterns on my stomach.
And then someone’s fingers find my clit, pinching it just right. A jolt shoots through me, white-hot and blinding. And I’m gone, lost in a wave of sensation, my body no longer my own.
I don’t know how long I’ve been in this stupor. Time has lost its meaning, blurring into a hazy, fever-dream landscape of sensation. I have recollections of being fed, of water bottles pressed to my lips, of strong hands cleaning me with a warm cloth. And of being fucked. So much fucking.
Liam left for a little bit and came back, smelling of coffee and fresh air. Same as Knox. But Maddox… Maddox has been beside me or inside me since this all started. A constant, grounding presence in the storm of my heat.
Right now, he has me pinned against the wall of my bedroom, my feet barely touching the floor as he fucks me roughly. The plaster is cool against my overheated cheek. Each thrust is a powerful, possessive act that sends shockwaves through my entire body.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, a low, rough growl against my ear before his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of my neck. He sucks hard, and I know he’s leaving a mark, a brand. I moan, a wanton, shameless sound that echoes in the quiet room. He grinds against me, the friction delicious, unbearable.
“Be my good girl and come for me,” he commands, his breath hot on my skin. “I’m hungry, and the guys just got pizza.”
The absurdity of it, the domesticity of his need mixed with the raw sexuality of his demand, is what does it. I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his back, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
“I love you,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
It makes my chest ache even as my body coils tight with release. He fucks me some more, his hips snapping forward, and I shatter, a silent scream tearing from my throat as my body convulses around him.
