“Emery,” I whimper, my nails biting into the sides of his neck. “Please, E, I need—Oh!”
The head of Jay’s cock pushes against my asshole, nudging that tight ring of muscle before it slowly slips inside. All three of my men still themselves while I adjust to being so full, not thatit takes long after being in this position or something similar nonstop the last few days. And, oh my god, I don’t think I will ever get enough of this feeling.
“You good, bug?” Dante chokes out from behind me, but all I can do is nod and hope he can see me do it.
Then we’re moving.
Emery is thrusting from underneath me, burying his dick to the knot as he sets our rhythm. One Jay matches easily while he pumps in and out of my ass, fucking himself on Dante while he and Emery fuck me.
Oh, god, I was wrong, I’m not going to last.
I’m still so sensitive, still so needy for these men that my orgasm is already right on the edge. I doubt it’s going to take much at all for me to explode, maybe a few minutes of hard fucking after a slow build. Yeah, that’s all it’ll take for them to have me screaming their names, but they know that as well as I do. We might not have years and years as a pack, and maybe we aren’t necessarily fated in the traditional sense, but my mates know me inside and out, and I can say the same about them. We love each other, and that counts for everything.
My belly dips as our pace increases, a warmth starting in the pit of my stomach that spreads through my entire body as everything starts to tingle.
Almost as if they planned it, Emery and Jay both push their knots inside of me, neither swollen enough to keep us joined, but the thought alone has me reeling. So much so that I start to take control.
“I love you,” I whisper as I press my lips to Emery’s, kissing him deeply as my hips start moving faster. “Oh god, I love all three of you so much.”
Dante growls the same words as he slams into Jay so hard he buries him in my ass to the hilt, his knot quickly thickening, holding him there even though I keep rocking my body againsttheirs. Emery follows almost immediately, gripping my hips firmly while his knot swells inside my pussy, making it almost impossible to move as they start to come.
I’m nothing if not determined.
Rolling my hips the best I can, I work my body in a way that has them pushing all of my buttons, a way that still gives just enough for me to keep fucking myself on their cocks while I get closer and closer to my release.
I close my eyes and focus on the feeling, on the way we’re all connected, on how much we do love each other. I listen to the sounds they make, the soft moans and deep grunts, skin slapping against skin, sweet words and professions of love groaned into the space around us until Dante lets out a muffled roar.
Rocking faster, I gasp as Emery starts circling my clit, his hips lifting periodically as he continues to come and just as I open my mouth to cry out my orgasm, the sound gets lodged in my throat.
Something flies past my ear, slicing through the air so quickly I can feel the way it kicks up my hair, then moments later how a thick piece of it falls against my arm.
My eyes follow the strands, watching closely as the dark chocolate pieces hit my fair skin almost as if it’s in slow motion, some sliding off my biceps while others stick to it.
Almost as if it’s glued on.
Glued with sweat and cum, and a rich red color in large spots and squiggly lines.
That doesn’t make sense.
I lift my gaze, ready to ask Emery what the hell he got all over me, but I pause as my brow furrows.
His face looks the same.
Red spots and squiggly lines, but the largest spot is above his right eye and there’s a steady stream following the wavySshape down his brow and over his eyelid.
It takes a second for what I’m looking at to register, to realize the marks aren’t the same because my mate isn’t moving, he’s not reacting at all, and that isn’t actually a spot.
It’s a hole.
And that realization is what sends things into overdrive.
“Emery?” I whisper, panic replacing everything I was feeling mere moments ago as I lift my hand to his cheek. “Emery, please?—”
Something smacks into my arm, pain burning just above my elbow seconds before the same happens to the back of my hand, blood exploding from a wound I watch form.
Emery’s head jerks against the wall, his cheek blown open under my palm, his handsome face ruined as the last ounce of life fades from his eyes.
Tears burn my nose and throat as I try to make sense of what’s happening but I’m not given the chance.
