“Brennan mentioned…you said you’d like it if we fucked you while you’re asleep, is that true?” His cock twitches at his words, and I can’t help the small smile that takes over my face.
“Yes.”
“Anyof us?”
I smile into the sheets. “That’s right—feel free to tell the others too.”
He clears his throat, grinding against me in the process. “That’s good to know.”
“Ethan?”
“Yeah, Little Bird?”
“Will you fuck me now?”
My alpha lets out a little laugh, before straightening up, his cock still seated inside me. “As you wish.”
His thumb finds my asshole once more as he pulls back, and when he fills me to the brim again, he pushes it past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh!” I cry out, and he freezes. “Green,” I say quickly, my face rubbing against his sheets. The feeling is strange, but not unpleasant. In fact, it’s almost like it’s adding tothe intensity of him in my pussy. His free hand grips my hip so wonderfully, the pressure reminding me that I’m here and I’mhis.
He laughs lowly, the sound sending goosebumps down my spine. “You’re going to havesomuch fun with us.” He pushes deeper with his thumb as he thrusts into me. A sharp cry leaves me, my pussy clenching tighter around him. “What a good little brat you are.”
His words, which might sound degrading coming from anyone else, are filled with only endearment.
My orgasm is building deep in my gut, the movement of his thumb inside me only adding to the pleasure as his thrusts take me higher and higher.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room are the obscene noise of his thighs slapping against mine, our heavy breathing, and his grunts swirling with my gasps of pleasure.
The tipping point isright there, I just need a little push.
“Knot me!” I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets as he drives into me.
“So demanding,” he gasps, thrusting harder. “Say please.”
“What?” I turn my head back to look at him.
His chest is flushed, his glasses askew, and he has this infuriating little smirk on his face.
“Be a good brat, and say please,” he repeats.
“No!” I gape, an involuntary cry leaving me when he thrusts harder.
“Then no knot.”
I bury my face in the covers, indignation filling me. I shouldn’t have to say please. It’smyalpha,myknot.
But…Ireallywant it.
And I know…I know that if I said “yellow”, then he’d give it to me. And our little game would be over.
I don’t want it to be over though.
So…”Please,” I whisper, my gut clenching.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, so much love and affection in his voice that my heart feels like it might burst. All the indignation that I felt just a moment ago evaporates with his words, and all I feel is pride.
On the next thrust, he pushes his knot inside me. The pinch of pain that I felt the last two times is only a slight twinge, and then I’m so full, soloved.
