It was like a dam broke, the signal they were waiting for.
The room filled with moans and grunts, the dancers now fading away to the background, an erotic backdrop to the reality now happening around them. Fabiana didn’t care; she’d been liberated in a way she had never experienced. She was one with them, bolstered by their enjoyment of her pleasure as they sought their own.
One voice.
One sound.
One pack.
“Hold it,pequeña. Hold it and they will too.”
His girth stretched her even more in this position. He controlled her movements as surely as if he’d bound her with rope again. All she could do was roll her hips, the motion moving the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Hold it.”
Adonis shifted underneath her and moved his hips faster, battering that spot over and over again. She panted, soaking him with her enjoyment of the change.
“You’re so fucking wet. So wet.”
Using her hold on the wall, she rocked back into him, their bodies coming together harder with each thrust.
“Yes,” she hollered. “Right there.”
“Tell them, mate.”
“Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
He rose to his feet and held her hips as he jackknifed into her so hard her teeth rattled. But it was perfect, just what she needed, and she screamed.
The women joined her, crying out one after another down below. Adonis’s Alpha call wrapped around Fabiana, pulling her in before he allowed it to spread, connecting his pack.
Their pleasure multiplied and rebounded on the other, twisting and colliding until she couldn’t catch her breath. She knew them all, swallowed their climaxes while adding hers to the fray. It was magical, this moment, this coming together as one.
They were as one body, one soul, crying to the moon.
By the time Adonis released her, tears flowed freely down her face.
Fabiana had never felt that level of acceptance in all her life.
Adonis lowered her to the couch with him, cradling her on his hips and running his fingers through her hair as she tried to collect herself.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay.”
She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her arms around him. Adonis held his grip on her and leaned forward. Ice clinked, a cork popped, and the sound of liquid being poured into a glass assaulted Fabiana’s amped-up senses.
“Drink, before Raphael kills us both for wasting his drink,” Adonis said, offering her a flute of champagne.
A watery chuckle escaped her. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, a moping Raphael isn’t something anyone needs to see.”
“Are they always like this?”
Adonis kissed her forehead. “I’ve never been mated before, so I don’t know.”
She leaned back and sipped her drink. “You never came?”
