They’ve all joked about getting my name tattooed in different places, but I’m content knowing the rings I picked out are firmly planted on their fingers.
“You hear me, Vanessa?” Hawk asks.
“If I can’t speak, I make a fist or tap any one of you three times,” I say, gasping as Moretti pulls his fingers from my ass.
I’m still shocked he didn’t have more of a fit over the stunt I pulled at the wedding. Surprising him with the paperwork felt like the only way to get him to sign.
He’s extremely stubborn, but I am too.
I had a feeling he would give in once he understood how important it was to me. All he needed was a little nudge in the right direction.
Or, in this case, a giant shove.
Magnum pops off my tit and stretches out next to me and Hawk, but he keeps working my clit. “We’re going to take turns with youallnight, princess. Use that tight little bodyover and overagain.” He’s always light and playful, but his tone is extra intense.
I shiver as Moretti climbs over Hawk’s legs once more.
Was he getting more lube?
We’re already drowning in it, but he and Magnum both impressed upon me the importance of overdoing it withlubrication when it comes to anal. I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to that, anyway.
Moretti’s sticky cock bumps my butt cheeks, and I breathe through the panic.
“Pull her up your length a bit. I need to work around your knot,” Moretti says, running his hand down my spine.
Hawk uses his hold on my hip and ass to do exactly that.
“Now open her up a bit,” Moretti says.
Hawk complies, pulling my butt cheeks apart, and my face heats.
There are no words to describe how it feels to be this on display.
I don’t get to worry about that for long as Moretti notches at my ass and thrusts inside me.
There’s some discomfort that might qualify as pain, but mostly, I’m full.
Too full.
I gasp, and my hands on Hawk’s chest shake like I might not be able to hold myself up.
“Are you okay?” Hawk asks, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
Magnum picks up his pace on my clit, and I finally feel like I can breathe.
“Darling?” Moretti chimes in, sounding clipped.
I finally manage to say, “I’m good. I need you to move.”
Moretti pulls out and dips back inside my ass. This time he goes deeper, and my pheromones burst in the air.
All three of my alphas growl, but my system must know what it’s doing because their pheromones flood the air in response.
A few deep breaths leave me hazy.
Omega biology occasionally comes in handy.
My head falls back, bumping Moretti’s shoulder.
