"Look at that," he murmurs, his eyes dropping to my hand. "She multitasks."
I would laugh but Cliff's hand slides up the center of my back, slow and warm, pressing me flat against the mattress, and whatever was about to come out of my mouth dissolves completely.
Cliff leans down, his lips finding the back of my neck, then the center of my spine, working his way down with that same devastating patience both alphas have. His cock presses against the back of my thigh, hot and insistent, and I lift my ass up toward him, desperate for more.
"Please," I say into the pillow.
I feel him smile against my skin as his cock taps my entrance. "Please what, omega?"
"Cliff,” I whine his name, then push back again.
"Such a needy little thing," he says softly. And then he pushes inside me.
The stretch of him filling me from this angle is so deep and complete that I accidentally squeeze Raff’s shaft hard. The alpha moans, clearly loving it.
Cliff stills for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands moving in slow circles against my hips. Then he pulls back and drives forward again, and any remaining ability I had to form a coherent thought leaves the building entirely.
The pack alpha sets a pace that's deep and unhurried, each thrust rolling through my whole body, and I feel every inch of him with a clarity that makes my eyes blur. Raff's hand finds my hair, turning my face toward him, and he kisses me while Cliff fucks me into the mattress. The combination of Raff's mouth and Cliff's hips is so overwhelming that I can feel another orgasm already building, embarrassingly fast, low and insistent at the base of my spine.
Through the bond, Cliff's pleasure bleeds into mine. Warm and dark and consuming, layering over my own until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Raff breaks the kiss and looks at my face, reading something there that makes his eyes go very dark. "She's close again," he tells Cliff over my shoulder, like I'm not right here between them.
Cliff's rhythm doesn't falter. "I know," he says. "I can feel her."
Reaching down, Raff pushes his hand under my body, finding my clit, and I cry out into the pillow as he circles it in time with Cliff’s thrusts. It’s all too much and not enoughall at once, and I'm already so oversensitive from Raff's mouth that it takes approximately no time before I'm shaking apart for the second time, my inner walls clamping down around Cliff so hard that he groans against the back of my neck.
He follows me over with three more deep, grinding thrusts, burying himself to the hilt and staying there until he starts to swell. The base of his cock thickening, pressing against my entrance, and my breath catches because I know what's coming and my body wants it so badly it frightens me a little.
The knot locks into place with a pressure so profound and complete that every nerve I have fires at once.
I make a sound that is entirely beyond my control, a broken, sobbing moan that tears from my throat as his knot pulses deep inside me.
The sudden, searing warmth of cum floods me, so much of it that I can feel it filling me, a relentless, deep tide that seems to have no end.
A dizzying, primal thought flashes through my mind—that he's pumping so much of himself into me that surely I must be swelling with it, my belly growing taut and round with his seed. And the desperate, hopeful ache that follows is so sharp and potent it steals my breath.
I want it.
I want to be swollen with him, marked and full and changed from the inside out.
"Breathe," Raff whispers as he kisses my face, his lips brushing my eyelids, my temple, the corner of my mouth. "Breathe, baby."
"Fuck," Cliff's voice is strained with the effort of holding himself still. His arms come around me, gathering me back against his chest, turning us onto our sides so the weight ofhim isn't pressing me into the mattress. "Breathe, Elle. I've got you."
Raff is right there, his hand finding my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "So perfect." His eyes travel down my body, then back up, past my shoulder to Cliff. "Lift her leg," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see."
Cliff's strong hand grips my thigh, lifting it high.
The movement exposes where we're joined, my cunt stretched tight around his knot.
Raff moves down the bed, lowering his head until his breath fans against my sensitive skin. Then his tongue touches me, and I cry out. He laps at where Cliff's knot is wedged inside me, licking my stretched skin and then circling my puffy clit.
"Fuck yes," Cliff groans against my ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "Don’t stop, alpha.”
His hips gyrate, tiny thrusts that push his knot deeper even though it's already locked inside me. Each movement sends a jolt through my oversensitive body.
Raff’s hot tongue keeps working my clit in expert circles as Cliff’s knot pulls at my inner walls.
