We were in my room before I knew it. Killian laid me down on the bed, panting slightly. His pupils were blown wide with lust, and he dropped a kiss to my mouth, his hands going for my breasts. His touch sent bursts of cool, desperate longing through me. Somewhere, I vaguely heard Jace commanding Renz and Owen, insisting that this happen only one at a time.
Killian’s body stretched over mine, the fabric of his clothes feeling coarse against my greedy flesh. His mouth caught mine, and I accepted his conquest eagerly, meeting the thrust of his tongue with my own. I whimpered into him as I scrambled at his clothes, yanking at his shirt, then pants, desperate to get them off him.
“You are beautiful,” he told me, one hand gripping my thigh as he pulled them up over his hip. He kissed my neckand chin, grunting as his thick cock slid through the folds of my pussy.
His fingers skimmed up my side and settled on my breast, his thumb working small circles around my nipple. He smiled at me, his weight settled warm over me. I shimmied beneath him, grinding my clit on the base of his cock. It felt so good, and he was hard and thick and throbbing between my legs. So why wasn’t he inside of me yet?
“You are beautiful,” he repeated.
“Thank you,” I said, distracted as I continued to writhe beneath him. “You are, too. I love your earrings. I never told you. I like the way they catch the light, and I like the way it makes you look rebellious and sexy, and I like your voice and the way you touch me, and I like that you laughed when I kneed you between the legs.”
Killian laughed. Owen whispered, “Fuck, when did that happen?”
“It was my own fault,” he told me. “And I always thought it was rather sweet of you to come back and help me to the infirmary.”
I opened my legs further, rubbing my thighs up and down his sides. My body ached, every nerve ending needing more. He gripped my hips and pulled back, then nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance. I tried to push upward, but he held me in place.
“Slowly,” he murmured.
There was a stretching feeling as he pushed into me. He moved slow and steady, panting with the effort it took to keep himself under control. My chest pushed upward, breasts needing touch. Killian took a breath and pushed again. I was soslick that he entered smoothly. There was a sharp, brief pain, but then his cock was pressing against me, pushing up against the nerves inside.
I gasped, my hands wrapping around his biceps. Killian’s fingers pressed into my hips so hard they were going to bruise. His mouth worked over mine, his tongue thrusting into me as he rocked his hips back and forth.
He lifted me up, driving his cock deep inside of me. I gasped, clutching at him as he pumped hard and fast. There was pain mixed in with all that pleasure, my body unused to the driving force. But I didn’t care. The lightning that Owen gave me was back, spreading through me, and I wanted more. I planted my feet on the bed and thrust upward, desperate and eager.
“Gods,” Killian grunted. “So tight. I’m not gonna last.”
Pleasure made my toes curl. I gripped the bed with them and, looking up at the ecstasy in Killian’s face, I couldn’t help it. I laughed. There was such a giddy release, a sense that finally,finally, everything was starting to come together as the sound of our slick bodies moved together filled the air.
Killian dropped over me, thrusting hard as he caught my mouth once more. His movements started to grow jerky. He moaned, and I felt something burst into me, hot and wet. Then suddenly his hips jerked back. His cock slid out of me, and I gasped in protest. Renz took his place, thrusting two fingers into me deeply as Killian wrapped his hand around himself, pumping hard. He grabbed his shirt and closed it around his tip as he swelled. A knot formed around the base of his cock, and a sense of loss swept through me.
Then Renz dropped his head to my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth, and I forgot all about Killian’s knot. My body trembled; that orgasm I so desperately needed still denied.Renz’s fingers curled up, pressing into the spot that sent pools of heat melting into my core, but it wasn’t enough. After Killian’s cock, two fingers were just too small.
Renz twisted his fingers inside of me, making me collapse backward with a moan, then pulled his hand away. He smoothed my wetness over his fingers, inspecting it. “Good. It doesn’t look like you’re bleeding.”
I nodded, vaguely understanding that it was a good thing. Frankly, I didn’t care. I just wanted more. Renz pulled me up and flipped me over, drawing my hips back toward him. I grabbed a pillow and pressed my face into it, spreading my legs as he settled between them. Unlike Killian, Renz didn’t waste time.
He grabbed handfuls of my sides, pressing his cock into me. The entrance made me shiver, and I pressed my hips higher, desperate for more. Renz grunted as he wrapped one arm around my waist, yanking me back tighter against me. His other hand reached up and fondled my breasts as he kissed up my spine.
His hips pulled back, his cock nearly leaving me, then snapped forward. The suddenness of the action made me cry out. Heat flooded me once more. My thighs shook around him. As he thrust in with firm, quick strokes, my whole body moved with him. I had to stretch out one hand and press it against the headboard to keep myself in place.
“I have been dreaming about this ass,” Renz grunted, pulling back so he could hold on to said ass. His hands splayed over my buttocks, his fingers squeezing and kneading it. “It’s so juicy. So nice and round.”
He gave it a light smack, the quick, sharp pain making me jolt forward. Renz followed me with another quick and deepthrust. I cried out and bit into the pillow. My back arched upward as I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with all of this. It felt so good, and I was so close.
I could feel the waves rolling through my body every time he drove his length to fully encased inside of me. My inner muscles clamped down on him, but I wasn’t getting any closer. Every time I felt like I was right at the brink, I didn’t tip over. My core was so tight, and that lava of pleasure flowed through me, making me gasp and whine and pant.
“Renz,” I gasped. I reached between my own legs and rubbed my clit. It was hard, swollen, and wet. My own fingers were too much on it, and I whimpered, tears pooling in my eyes. This was torture! Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless.
Then it occurred to me that as soon as I orgasmed, I might not be able to take the others. And that was such a dreadful possibility that I flipped, and instead of chasing that orgasm, I started to fight it.
I wanted them all. I wanted to make sure they all reached their pinnacles, their completion. I had to keep going for their sake.
Renz grunted. His movements started to shake, and this time, I yanked myself forward, pulling clear of him. He grabbed at my hips, but I turned, wrapping him in my hand. With a few pumps, he climaxed. Killian threw the same shirt he used over Renz’s cock, and Renz wiped himself up as his knot formed beneath my palm. It was large, twice as big as his tip.
Killian’s knot was still firmly in place. He gripped his cock, massaging the knot as he watched us.
“That doesn’t feel good, does it?” I asked, the intensity of my uncompleted orgasm slipping enough for me to speak.
