“She’s made herself pretty clear, dude,” Tae chuckles from my side. “Good luck not coming in three seconds when you feel her amazing mouth around you.”
Jagger moves in front of me so I’m facing his throbbing member. The moment my tongue makes contact with his velvet steel, the salty taste of pre-cum merges with his caramel scent.
Nash’s knot pulsates impatiently at my entrance, like he’s willing Jagger to hurry up already.
“Mmm,” I moan as I flick my tongue over his tip.
“Fuck yes.” Jagger throws his head back as I take him deeper.
The last time I was with Tae and Nash, I couldn’t help but feel something was missing. It was Jagger. Having him joining us now makes me feel like we’re finally through to the other side. That we may have a real chance at making this work. As a pack.
I bob up and down his dick, slow at first then increasing my speed, tracing his pronounced veins with my tongue until his balls clench up against his body. If I had a spare hand, I’d stroke them, but I’m already too afraid of losing my balance, so I keep my palms firmly flat against the bed as Nash’s hips begin to slow.
Nash maintains a languid pace, like he’s wanting to drag out every second to prolong our pleasure. I’ve felt on the edge of another orgasm for what seems like forever, and he seems to know this, keeping me right on the sweet spot, suspending me on the edge of pure bliss.
“It’s so hot watching you be shared, Delilah,” Tae says, gripping his cock that’s already hardening again.
As Nash settles into a rhythm, he rocks me onto Jagger’s length.
“Do you want my knot, omega?” Nash checks again.
I mumble a gargled response while enthusiastically nodding my head to make my intentions clear. I whine at the decadent stretch I feel as Nash’s knot engorges, the walls of my pussy being forced to take him. His knot feels even warmer than his shaft, adding an extra burst of heat between my legs as I produce more slick to make the transition easier.
Nash mewls, digging his fingers into my curves before he lets out a guttural roar and locks in place, fusing us together.
And then I’m free-falling. My body feels like it’s being transported away from the nest, soaring through the air as pleasure takes over. While my pussy grips Nash’s knot, squeezing him as he spills his seed inside me, I take Jagger to the back of my throat, eager to be completely stuffed full of my alphas.
Jagger’s hips shudder as he gets close. “Del…”
Suddenly, he comes down my throat. I swallow it all, shaking and trembling. We’re a blur of slick, sweat, and pure pleasure. Once he’s finished, Jagger withdraws, his thigh muscles quaking.
Looking up and seeing his spaced-out expression makes me grin, yet that quickly morphs into a moan as I whimper from the ripples of pleasure ebbing through me.
“Wow,” Jagger gasps.
When my quivering finally subdues, Nash gently lays me down on my side, still locked inside of me. I don’t think anyone has died from pure pleasure before, but after this experience, I certainly think it’s possible. If sex with them is this good now, I can’t imagine how intense it’ll be during a heat.
“You did so well, omega.” Nash spoons me from behind.
Completely blissed-out, chest panting, Nash serves as my anchor. I can’t recall ever feeling so good. Jagger rolls over on my other side, his hair damp from sweat and exertion, stroking my face.
“Well, that’s not how I expected game night to end,” I mumble.
Nash’s laugh sends vibrations through his knot before a deep, yet happy, exhaustion settles in my bones. Tonight was a big step.
When we finally catch our breaths, we talk about anything and nothing, Tae curls up at my feet. It’s an unfamiliar, indescribable emotion, but what I can say for certain is that I feel safe.
I glide the pad of my finger over Jagger’s tattoos, trailing over the intricate outlines and following the swirling ink to the spot where my name is etched. I flatten my palm over it, relishing in the thump of his heart underneath his skin.
“Mmm,” I wriggle back against Nash. “This is nice.”
Nash hums in agreement as he kisses my hair while Jagger says, “Can we stay in this nest forever?”
I smile. “I think my friends would have something to say if they didn’t ever see me again.”
“Maybe I should message the Stellas to let them know that you’re staying the night,” Tae suggests. “I don’t want them to be worried about you.”
“And my balls are on the line here,” Jagger chuffs. “If Sabs thinks we’ve done something to hurt you, they’ll end up in a smoothie.”
