Zev sits back, watching, his hand lazily stroking himself through his boxers. He catches my eye and winks as he draws out his massive cock. A pearl of precum dots the tip.
Fowler is insatiable, and it’s not long before I’m close again.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and he doesn’t, even when I cum hard.
“Fuck yes, Grace,” Zev breathes as he strokes himself harder. “I love the sound you make when you cum.”
I whimper. “Please.”
Connor trades places with Fowler. Zev continues to watch as Connor removes his boxers and settles between my thighs. Fowler steps out of his boxers as well and finds his own cockwith his hand. With his free hand, Zev digs into his bedside table and produces three condoms which each of my alphas slips on.
They let me rest for a few breaths before Connor nudges my chin, kissing me soft and slow. “Is it okay if I…?”
I nod, too wrung out to speak.
He nudges against my entrance. I reach up and grip his shoulders as he presses his thick length in, slow enough that I feel every inch of the stretch. The ache of it blooms outward through my hips and up into my belly. A gasp escapes me as Connor bottoms out and goes still, one hand braced beside my head. He rests his forehead against mine.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “We don’t deserve you.”
I want to laugh, but he starts to move, and then all I can do is hold on.
His knot blooms faster than I expect. Connor picks up his rhythm, every thrust deliberate as my slick makes easy way for his knot to slip inside. With a single moment of pressure he hops in, locking us together.
Connor’s panting in my ear, mumbling, “So good, so tight,fuck, Grace,” over and over until he swells inside me. The fullness is overwhelming. I cum again, crying out his name and wrapping my arms around his neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see both Zev and Fowler stroking their cocks faster. Connor bucks his hips once more and cums, filling me with is release and roaring into my ear. I take it all.
Zev and Fowler join us again on the bed while Connor and I remain locked together. Their caress my breasts and arms, and place kisses along my neck. I’m dizzy with pleasure and sensitivity when Connor claims my mouth, holding my head straight on with a hand on my throat.
Fowler strokes my hair while his other hand gently massages my thigh. “Need anything?”
“Water,” I manage.
Zev pours a glass and helps me sip, then kisses away the droplets at the corner of my mouth.
Connor is trembling, still buried deep. I can feel every pulse of his knot. He presses his face into my neck and moans, body shuddering with every little movement.
When his knot finally deflates, he pulls out slow, careful not to hurt me. Then he rolls onto his back beside me, breathing hard. “Holy crap.”
I grin, but my heat still burns bright within me. I reach for another alpha, Zev this time. “Please. More.”
Zev smiles devilishly. “I always knew you’d be insatiable, Grace.”
Zev lifts me up and sets me in his lap. He lines up, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance. I grip his shoulders as he lowers me onto his impossibly thick cock. He sets a slow, rolling rhythm. Each thrust reaches deeper than the last. I cling to him and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his bittersweet chocolate scent.
“Perfect omega,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect, Grace.”
I don’t know about perfect. In heat. Delirious with need. Those things for sure. But not perfect.
Zev holds me tight with one hand splayed across my back and the other cupped around my ass, guiding me up and down in a slow, rolling grind. The pressure builds until his knot catches and swells, sealing us together with a fullness that steals my breath. My fingers curl into his shoulders and a sob escapes me. I cum again, my inner walls squeezing Zev’s length tight. Zev lets out a low groan of satisfaction as he holds me close to him until his knot deflates.
Fowler leans in to kiss my temple. “Are you still with us?”
Honestly, unsure.My body is a coil of heat, a never-ending fever that consumes but is never satisfied. I reach for Fowler and pull him even closer.
Zev holds me until his knot subsides, then carefully lowers me onto the bed on my belly where I’m passed off to Fowler. He shifts my body to the edge of the bed and urges me to my knees. His warm fingers dig into my hips and pull them against his. His hard length rests against my ass.
“Fuck,” he groans as he grinds against me. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Grace. I’m so thankful you’ve given us this second chance.”
I press back harder against his hips. “Now, Fowler. Please.”
