I whimper around him, thighs quivering as another wave builds inside me, tightening like a fist around my spine. My whole body feels flushed, overheated, the room spinning slightly as I chase something I can’t quite grasp. Sweat beads at the small of my back, between my breasts. Every breath is a gasp.
They keep ruining me with the kind of pleasure that leaves no room for thought. Just heat. Just them.
And then?—
I break.
The orgasm slams into me with the force of a storm, raw and blinding, my muscles clenching hard around Mason, my moan spilling around Dylan’s cock as I sob out a cry that doesn’t sound like anything human.
Mason groans, hands gripping my hips so hard I know he’s leaving bruises. “That’s it. Oh fuck—fuck.”
He thrusts in one final time and spills into me with a full-body shudder, and I feel it.
The warmth.
The pressure.
The shift.
It starts small, a subtle pulse, then a slow, deliberate stretch deep inside me. My breath hitches, the aftershocks of my orgasm still rolling as I realize what’s happening.
His knot.
I feel it forming, thickening inside me, locking us together.
Mason gasps behind me, his forehead pressed to the center of my back, his body shaking. “You feel that, angel? Fuck. You’re taking it so well. So tight around me.”
My body tries to adjust, to stretch further as his knot expands, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt, strange and intimate and unbearably full. My thighs tremble and my arms nearly give out, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. I won’t.
Because it’s perfect.
Dylan groans loudly, then stills, spilling onto my tongue, his body twitching as I swallow him down, the salt and taste of him flooding my senses. His fingers cup the back of my head, gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
For a few breathless seconds, we’re all frozen there. Gasping. Shaking. Intertwined in sweat and slick and need and something dangerously close to affection.
I’m still impaled on Mason, locked in place by the thick knot pulsing inside me with every heartbeat, and he’s still panting against my back like he can’t bear to let me go.
And neither can I.
“Holy shit,” Dylan breathes eventually, voice low and ragged, and pulls out of my mouth. He leans in, pressing a kiss to my temple, fingers brushing my cheek. “You okay, gorgeous?”
I nod weakly, eyes fluttering closed. “I think I saw heaven.”
Behind me, Mason chuckles softly, and the sound vibrates against my skin.
“No, angel,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck. “You brought it to us.”
That’s when I realize this isn’t just sex.
It’s surrender.
It’s mine.
And I already know I’m not walking away from it unscathed.
15
ANITA
