I felt everything. The way he’d hated to leave me this morning and the desperation for closeness now that we were back together. The relief of giving in. And somewhere deeper than that, pure gratefulness that these Alphas were willing to dig into the parts of myself I wanted no one else to see and wanted to remember even less. They would keep me safe.
Logan pulled out and flipped me over, shoving my legs up just to push into my ass once more. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” I told him. It was strange. And amazing. Everything felt like I was tumbling toward orgasm, my clit begging for attention, and yet I didn’t quite grasp the sensations because they were all coming from different places.
He braced one hand on the headboard and teased my clit with the other. The sight of him stretched over me, perfect body on display, fire in his eyes had me that much closer.
“Come on, wildfire,” he panted. “Give me one more. Strangle my cock with your beautiful ass.”
His teasing touch, words, and every thrust pushed me over. A deep, shaking orgasm that made my back arch off the bed even as he lost himself. Rammed his cock into me so deep I saw stars as he came. The knot?—
Ohfuck.
It stretched me and pressed against me andalmostmade me come again. If two of them were in me, two knots? I might pass out from that kind of bliss.
Logan slid an arm beneath my body, supporting me while he flipped us over so I could lie on his chest and breathe. “I fucking hated leaving you this morning. It was the last thing I wanted to do, and I’ve been a little out of my mind wondering if you were okay.”
“I wasn’t,” I admitted. “Better now.”
“Me too.”
I swallowed. “It was their idea. I didn’t ask. If you want us to go back so you can focus?—”
“I should have brought you with me in the first place,” he said. “The idea that I could focusawayfrom you? After less than two weeks? Honestly, I’m not sure why I even tried.” He shifted us around, moving until I felt the sheets and blankets slide up over us both.
He kept his purr low and soft. It felt nice beneath my ear. I traced the lines of his tattoo, stylized waves that cascaded over his shoulder and onto his chest.
“We won’t talk about anything while we’re here,” he said quietly. “But I need you to know that it wouldn’t have been wrong for you to ask. Or for it to be your idea. I—” he cut himself off. It felt like he was finding the words. “I just don’t want you to think that if it had been your idea that you wouldn’t have been welcome. I’m so fucking glad you came, no matter whose idea it was.”
I hadn’t even realized those were the thoughts lingering below the surface. So much of my life was spent not asking because I already knew the answer would be no, that I didn’t really think to ask anymore. I wanted to get better about it.
“I was worried you’d see it right before we got here because they posted me on their socials. Everyone but Aiden, cause he doesn’t have them.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I felt him stretch and heard him get his phone. “Guess I need to post something too, huh?”
“If you want.”
“I very much do. Keep your eyes closed.”
“Mmk.” Not a hardship, considering I could probably fall asleep right now.
Logan pulled me higher on his chest. I heard the little sound of the phone’s camera, but didn’t move. His arms rested on my back as he typed. Eventually his knot eased, and we slid apart.
“They said you could move to the big suite they’re getting or stay here.”
“I’ll move,” he said. “Make sure to take that basket with us.”
I finally opened my eyes and got a better look. A giant cellophane-wrapped basket with what looked like a million things that didn’t go together. “What is it?”
“Competition sponsors giving samples.”
“And there was lube in there?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Good thing too. Feel free to steal whatever you want from it.”
