Page 19 of Puck Your Bunny

My inner walls clench around him. The tight grip snaps the last thread of his control.

Wally lets out a feral roar. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and drives his body forward with everything he has. He shoves past my entrance, burying the massive knot deep inside me, stretching my opening to the absolute limit. It locks him tight inside my core.

The intense pressure brings mind-numbing relief. The fever in my blood breaks. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him tight against me as he pumps his hot cum deep into me.

I ride the incredible high of Wally's knot.

He stays slumped over my chest, his solid weight pressing me down into the mattress. The massive knot stretches my inner walls, keeping him locked inside me. He buries his face in my neck, his lips pressing gentle, soothing kisses right over my scarred scent gland. The intense fever of my Heat drops. The agonizing pain of the bond rejection fades into a dull background ache, silenced by his knot.

Opening my eyes reveals Kel and Simon kneeling on the floorboards beside the mattress. They stripped out of their clothes while Wally claimed me.

Kel's black hair is pulled back tight, a few strands escaping the manbun to cling to his face. The intricate, dark cedar branch tattooed on the side of his neck leads down his collarbone, connecting to a sprawling pine forest scene across his broad chest. A towering evergreen sits on his bicep, fading into a network of deep, knotted roots down his forearm where a carved woodsman's axe rests.

Simon kneels on the other side, his medium-length copper hair catching the dim light. They stare down us. Their chestsheave with harsh breaths. Both men grip their massive, dripping erections, stroking themselves to edge their raging instincts. The intense scent of their arousal fills the shed.

The initial relief of the knot takes the edge off the fever. My hands crave the heat of their skin. I look back and forth between the two men.

I look back and forth between the two men, clearing my dry throat. "Come here. Let me help."

They both shift forward, dropping their knees onto the edge of the mattress right beside my shoulders. The sight of them sends a fresh wave of need straight down to my core.

I reach my hands out, wrapping my right hand around Kel's thick shaft. A deep groan vibrates in his chest. His head falls back as I stroke my thumb right over the swollen tip. I use my left hand to grip Simon. He bites his bottom lip, his green eyes locked on my face.

Establishing a steady, slow rhythm for both of them sets the pace. They watch my hands work. Kel's hips snap forward with every downward stroke. Taking control of this dream gives me a massive rush.

Wally groans against my neck as the intense pressure inside my core eases. His knot shrinks enough for him to pull out, leaving my body throbbing and desperate to be filled again. He rolls off my chest and moves out of the way, sitting near the top of the mattress so Kel and Simon have the space they need.

With his weight gone, using my hands becomes easier. The Heat makes me greedy to be filled again after so long.

My hands stop moving. A tight grip holds both of them, my thumbs pressing right into their skin.

"I want both of you." I look back and forth between Kel and Simon. "At the same time."

"Fuck yes." Kel shifts his weight forward. His dark eyes lock on my body with unhinged lust.

"Wait." Simon shifts closer and puts a hand on Kel's bare shoulder, halting his advance. "We need lube to fuck her ass. Going in dry will just tear her up."

Kel freezes. A dark scowl crosses his face, but he backs off. Simon is right. Taking another cock dry is just asking to get torn apart.

Lifting my head off the mattress, I point a shaky finger toward the far corner of the dusty workshop. "There's an unopened bottle of lube in the tall metal cabinet by the sink."

Simon turns his head and looks at the rusted metal storage unit sitting in the shadows.

Dropping my head back down to the mattress leaves me staring up at the ceiling. A sad smile pulls at my lips. "Emmett was always hiding lube everywhere because we were like rabbits and he wanted to be prepared."

The mention of my dead Alpha makes Wally stiffen for a fraction of a second, but the tension melts out of his shoulders fast. I brace myself for a flash of jealousy, but they keep their focus steady on me.

Kel walks across the swept floorboards. He pulls the metal door open. The hinges shriek in protest. He reaches up to the top shelf and pulls down a large, unopened bottle of silicone lube. He walks back to the mattress, a victorious smirk on his handsome face. He takes off the cap to remove the seal and puts the cap back on, clicking it open.

"Alright, beautiful." Kel stands beside the mattress in the dim light. "Let's get you what you asked for."

Wally shifts further back toward the top of the mattress, giving us the entire center space. He crosses his arms and props himself up against the wall, seeming content to watch.

Simon scoots back, his legs stretched out in front of him. He gives me a hungry look. "Come here. Straddle me."

I crawl over his legs and settle my knees on either side of his hips. Facing him, I hover my slick folds right above his dripping cock. His large hands reach up to grip my hips. He guides me down, sinking his thick length inside my aching pussy with one smooth thrust until his knot nudges at my opening.

Throwing my head back releases a moan. It feels incredible to be filled again.