Page 121 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“Feels so good,” she yells, coming hard, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock in waves.

I fuck her through it. Don’t stop. Don’t slow.

She comes again barely a minute later, a second orgasm crashing through her with a broken cry, her thighs shaking against my hips, and I had not expected her to come twice that close together. The bond is doing something to her body.

Making her more sensitive. More responsive. Every thrust drives her higher.

She is sobbing softly into my shoulder now. I kiss her face. Her wet eyelashes. The new mark at her collarbone, my teeth marks already fading to gold under my lips.

I feel my own orgasm building. Steady, inexorable.

I drive into her, my hips snapping against hers, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the tent, and when it hits me, I come inside her with a groan that tears out of somewhere deep in my chest.

My cock swells, knotting her to me, pulsing thick and hot, and I hold myself there, buried to the hilt, my forehead pressed to hers.

I kiss her mouth. Her forehead. The mark again.

“I love you,” I say against her lips.

She is breathless. Boneless. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen, the new bond glowing gold at her throat.

I roll her gently onto her side. Cuddle her against my chest, careful of the knot still locking us together. My hand rests on the curve of her belly.

“Does it hurt?” I ask just to make sure.

“No,” she says. “It doesn’t hurt at all. I feel so much closer to you. Like you’re inside my heart.” Her hand finds mine, squeezes. “I want all of them. All of your marks. Tonight.”

I chuckle. Low. Rough. My knot is still swelling inside her, and the bond is still settling, warm and golden between my ribs.

I reach behind her. Lift her ass cheek with one hand, exposing her to the candlelight. Her tight pink hole is glistening, slick running in a thin trail down between her cheeks. “Who’s ready to take her cute ass?”

I glance over her shoulder at Cole.

His eyes are dark. Fixed on her ass with a hunger that makes my own cock twitch inside her, even knotted. His jaw is tight. His cock is hard against his stomach, the head flushed dark.

I give him a small nod.

He moves toward the bed without a word.

Thirty-Four

COLE

Iclimb onto the bed behind her, my eyes going straight to her asshole.

She is glistening. Ezra’s release and her own slick mixed together, white and clear, running in a thin, slow trickle down between her ass cheeks. The candlelight catches it. Makes it gleam. Her ass is presented to me, round and full.

“Oh yes, her ass is mine,” I breathe, staring at her tight anus as Ezra holds her open for me as they lay on their sides.

She wraps one leg around Ezra’s thigh, opening herself further for me while her pussy is still knotted to him. “Do you like what you see, Cole?”

“Yes, baby. I’m going to make love to your ass,” I growl.

Her asshole is small. Puckered. Beautiful. Glistening with her ass slick.

I kneel between her thighs from behind. The bed creaks softly under my knees. I kiss her left ass cheek. Once. Hard.

My hand takes over from Ezra’s, holding the cheek open so I can look. My other hand runs slowly up the curve of her right cheek. Warm. Soft. The skin there is flawless, freckled faintly at the very top near the small of her back.