But she’s not done. “I need more,” she slurs, reaching blindly. “Your knot... want it inside me. Please.”
I look at my best friend and smirk. “I can’t. I’m spent.”
Jude’s eyes flash, his control snapping. “I’ll fuck her.”
He positions himself between her legs, shoving my hand aside gently but firmly. I shift back on my heels, still catching my breath, watching as he lines up his cock with her entrance.
She’s soaked, ready, and he pushes in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, hips snapping forward.
She moans around Dorian’s cock, taking him deeper as Jude starts fucking her in earnest. Her body rocks with each thrust, breasts bouncing, skin glistening with sweat.
Dorian’s breaths come in pants now, his hips jerking as she sucks him off, her tongue working the underside of his shaft.
I watch, mesmerized, my cock already twitching back to life despite the release. Her scent is everywhere, making my head fuzzy, and my instincts scream.
Jude’s knot begins to swell, locking him inside her. He rocks against her, his hands gripping her hips tighter. She whimpers, the sound muffled, her eyes rolling back.
Dorian’s close—I can see it in the tension of his muscles, the way his abs clench. “Gonna... Fuck,” he warns, but she just hums around him, encouraging.
He comes first, spilling into her mouth with a guttural groan. She swallows what she can, the rest dribbling down her chin as she pulls back, gasping.
Jude follows seconds later, his knot fully inflated, pulsing as he empties himself deep inside her. She shudders, another orgasm crashing over her from the stretch, her nails digging into the sheets.
But it’s not enough for her yet. As Jude stills, panting, she turns her hazy eyes to Dorian.
“You... eat me. Now,” her voice slurs, commanding despite the sleepiness.
Dorian doesn’t question it. He slides down, taking my place earlier, his mouth descending on her overstimulated pussy.
Jude’s still knotted inside her, but Dorian laps at her clit, tongue delving where he can around the connection. She keens, hips grinding against his face.
“Too much... more,” she babbles, fingers in his hair.
He bites her thigh then, teeth sinking into the soft flesh just enough to mark, a sharp contrast to the pleasure. She yelps, the pain sparking another wave of heat through her, her body trembling violently.
I kneel beside her, hand stroking her hair, whispering nonsense as she unravels again. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”
Her final orgasm rips through her like a storm, back bowing off the bed, a broken cry escaping her lips.
Jude groans as her walls clamp down on his knot, milking him for everything. Dorian pulls back, lips shiny with her, his eyes wild.
She collapses then, utterly spent, her body going limp as sleep claims her. Her breaths even out, soft and deep, lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
The room falls quiet except for our ragged breathing, the air heavy with the aftermath—sweat, cum, and her scent still lingering like a drug.
I look at Dorian and Jude. “This,” I growl, voice hoarse, low, “is only going to get worse.”
Dorian swallows, chest rising and falling. Jude hisses softly, shaking his head, but I see the tension in their shoulders, the awareness of what we’re all wrapped in.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Dorian
The kitchen isquiet in the way houses only get when something seismic has just happened.
Ryker stands near the counter in nothing but a pair of boxers, scratching at the back of his neck like he does when his nerves are shot. Jude’s fridge is open, light spilling onto the tile, illuminating rows of condiments and half-finished takeout containers.
