“Yes, you are.” He moves to his knees, his hands landing on either side of my chest, and leans close. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes, please.” I barely keep the whine out of my voice.
“Do not move. Let me fuck you how I want.” He kisses me hard and fast before sitting back on his heels. I barely breathe, watching him unbutton his pants and work them over his cock. “Take your mate.”
He lunges, my body sliding up with the force of his possession. He fills me with one thrust, and my mouth parts. He slides his legs wider, sits up, wraps his forearms around my thighs, and pulls. My arms straighten as I move toward him, and he holds my hips to his. I tighten around him, yet he doesn’t move.
“Daddy.” I want to beg. The pull in my stomach that started as they undressed me increases, and I know the second he thrusts, I’ll come.
“Just feel, Butterfly,” he says, and pulls out. My protest turns into a groan as he sinks inside me again.
“Yes.”
Over and over again. He gradually gains speed and stares at where we're joined. His control begins to unravel, and his grip tightens.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
“Daddy,” I moan, the sensations overwhelming me. The waves of pleasure get stronger until I can’t hold back.
“Come.” He rolls his hips, grinding, and hits all the right spots.
I close my eyes for the first time, unable to continue to follow his order, and fall. I loved our time by the creek, but this time seems more powerful. Maybe it is the magic of the moment, or the presence of all of my mates. Whatever it is, I feel connected to him on another level.
“Bane,” I breathe.
“Open your eyes,” he says roughly. I focus on him and get the pleasure of watching as he loses all his control. His thrusts shorten and speed up. His eyes glow, and his nails become sharp. I don’t care about them biting my skin because I get to witness the beauty of his pleasure. He drops his head back, histeeth gritted as if trying to hold back, but the sensations are too much. The muscles in his chest flex and bunch. He’s beautiful, and I continue to contract around him. His groan is as satisfying as my orgasm. Lifting his head, he stares at me, showing me everything while he comes inside me.
All movement stops. He drops forward, releasing my legs, and tucks his face into my neck. My body loses all tension, sinking against the bed, reveling in the weight of Bane sheltering me. He kisses my neck and lifts his head. His gaze roams my face, and he must find whatever he was looking for because he grins.
“Mmm…” I hate to lose him, and I feel the loss as he eases back. Bracing on his knees, he looks down and slowly pulls out.
“Lower your arms.” I release my grip, and he rubs my hands gently before letting go. “Don’t worry, baby.” He strokes my clit, and I gasp, sensitive. “My brothers will be inside you soon.” He pushes with his palms and slides off the bed.
“Do you want more?” Remy asks, and I meet his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper. With any other man, I would be ready to go to sleep. Things are different with my mates. My body is ready for them, pulsing with need.
“Lawson,” Remy says.
I turn my head and watch Lawson move to the side of the bed. His chest is bare, and his jeans are hanging low on his hips. His hair brushes his eyelashes as he stares at me through them. The heat in the room rises at his hungry expression.
“You followed Bane’s directions so sweetly,” he hums, gliding his palm down his chest. “Now, you follow Remy’s.” He motions toward him on the opposite side of the bed, and I look at Remy.
“Get on all fours,” he orders. Sitting up, I drop to my hip, and ease to my hands and knees. He crooks his finger. “Come to me.” I crawl across the bed toward him. “So good.” He glides his hand over my head as I stop in front of him. “You're going to take Lawson, and then me. Any objections?”
“No,” I breathe.
“What is your word?”
“Ballet,” I say quickly.
“Back up slightly.”
I slide back and feel Lawson’s hand on my back.
“Hold tight, baby,” Lawson says, and I feel the bed depressing as he moves behind me. “Gorgeous.” He slides his hand up my back, then down.
“Eyes on me,” Remy says softly, and he begins to unbutton his shirt.
