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Goddess, I want it. I may be going to hell, too, because that's all it takes to convince me. I'll deal with the aftermath later. I just need the torture to stop. I nod at them, and they breath out relieved sighs. Maverick takes the hem of my dress and starts pushing it up exposing my dripping pussy to him.
"Fuck," he mutters, leaning in to run his nose up my slit, eliciting a whimper from me. My body feels too hot, though, for his slow perusal.
"Off. Get it off!" I end on a sob.
"Okay, okay." Maverick rushes and then looks at Hudson. They have some unspoken conversation, and then Hudson nods and comes to lay behind me when Maverick pulls me up to a sitting position. My dress is pulled up and over my head, leaving me sitting between them in only my nude-colored thong. Suddenly I know why Hudson is behind me, because he pulls my back flush against his chest and starts purring while Maverick's lips crash against mine. The combination of their touches soothes the itchy feeling crawling over my skin, but my pussy still clenches over nothing in a way that is impossibly painful.
I kiss Maverick back while scrambling for the buttons on his shirt. I spend a minute fumbling to undo them before growling and ripping as hard as I can. Buttons fly through my apartment, and I yank his shirt off his shoulders.
His answering chuckle is dark and delicious. "Is my omega feeling needy?" he purrs, running his nose up my neck and sniffing me.
"Yes," I hiss, reaching for his jeans. He snatches my hands and yanks them behind my back.
"Hold these for me, will you, Hud?" Hudson grabs my wrists in one of his hands and keeps them locked between our bodies, behind my back. I glower at Maverick and his still buttoned jeans. I want them off and his knot pulsing inside me.
"Words, Summer. Use your words, and tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, I promise. But you have to ask for it," Maverick says, grabbing my legs to trail kisses from my calf up my leg. He stops though and stares at my foot. I frown, until I realize it's the foot where Connor put his claiming mark. I try to yank it out of Maverick's grasp, panic seizing me. His hold is steadfast, though. A flicker of pain is there and gone in his eyes before he looks at me with a sad smile. "It's okay, love." Then he continues kissing up my calf, inside my thigh, until he's resting between my legs. Then I realize the bite mark from Brody is on display on my hip, and I've never felt shame burn through me as hot as it is right now. A whole different kind of gnawing inferno hits me square in the chest. Hudson purrs louder in response, Maverick joining him, until I'm calm enough to think again.
Maverick grabs my thong with both hands and pulls it quickly down my legs. Instead of tossing it aside, though, he bunches it up and puts it in his pocket. Then he sits back on his haunches and stares at me, waiting. I frown at him and squirm, wanting him to come closer. But he doesn't, he just stares at me, one eyebrow raised.
My stomach continues to churn and cramp, making it hard to focus on what he's waiting for. When the most recent wave of nausea passes, I'm clear-minded enough to remember he wants me to ask for what I want.
"Fuck me, Maverick. Please. Just touch me already." With my hands still anchored behind my back, I use my legs to pull him closer. He doesn't budge. Instead, he stands up off the bed and pops the button of his jeans, shoving them down with his boxers in one move. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. Thick and long and weeping precum, he's so hard his head is starting to turn purple with need. He grips his knot that has started to swell at his base and sweeps his thumb over his head, gathering his precum and rubbing it up and down his length, tugging slightly.
I drink in his body. From his short brown hair and neatly trimmed beard, down to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps, tanned already despite the barely turned weather. His abs are taut under my perusal, and I can tell he's restraining himself, so I taunt him. I lift my knees toward my chest a little and wait for him to glance at the movement. When he does, I drop my knees toward the bed, giving him a clear view of my dripping pussy. His eyes go black as his pupils dilate, and he lunges for me.
Twenty-Four
Maverick
Her honeyand nutmeg scent is swirling around this entire apartment. It's everywhere, invading every fiber of my being in an intoxicating aroma that has my dick aching and my alpha writhing. I can feel the urge to rut pushing against my skin, but I can't—won't—do that. Won't give in to that temptation until she knows she's our mate and consents to it.
She looks so fucking beautiful laying against Hudson, completely naked. Her chestnut hair flows in loose curls around her, draping past her shoulders and framing her perky breasts, pushed out because of her hands locked behind her back and peaking, ready for my touch. Some of her hair sticks to her slightly sweaty face, and I can only imagine how hot she is right now, waiting for my knot. But I had to hear her say the words. She had to ask for it, for my own peace of mind and hers. A heat can make you act and do things you wouldn't normally do, similar to being drunk. Except usually you have a lot more mental clarity, it's just your body's instincts pushing you together. I won't let that be the reason we're together. So I wait until she's lucid enough, when the pain isn't riding her as hard, for her to tell me she wants this. Us. She does, but I still hesitate. Worried about ruining things and making her run from us when her heat subsides. But then she teases me, dropping her legs to give me a good look at her pussy, pink and glistening with her arousal. I lose the battle I'm waging with myself and lunge at her.
I bury my face between her thighs and dart my tongue out to lick a stripe up her. She cries out at my first touch, but I don't stop. I assault her clit with my tongue, moaning at the taste of gingerbread cookies, and shove two fingers inside her. There's no resistance, her slick pulling my fingers right in with a slight squelching noise. She's fuckingdrenched.I pump in and out of her while I continue to lap at her nub. It swells with each swipe of my tongue, and I can feel her walls start to clench on my fingers. She's close. I keep up the same rhythm on her clit and curl my fingers up to graze against her g-spot. Summer moans long and loud through her first orgasm. Her breasts sway slightly with each heaving breath she takes until her body slumps with pleasure, and she relaxes. I grin, kissing the inside of her thigh, and pull my fingers out of her. As soon as I do, her stomach clenches, and her beautiful face twists up in agony again. My heart drops, worry slicing through me.
"More. Oh, Goddess. I need more. It hurts," she whimpers. I hate seeing her like this. I know what her body needs, too. Hudson snakes his free hand around her body and slides his fingers through her folds, teasing her clit again. He rubs back and forth and looks at me. "Mav," he warns, telling me to just do it. To ease her pain. But...
"Summer, say it. Tell me what you want," I growl, using just enough of my alpha command to get her to use her words.
"KNOT! I need your knot. Please, alpha." She's squirming against Hudson's hand, looking for more than he's giving her. I don't make her wait anymore. Shuffling between her thighs, I grab my cock in one hand and guide it toward her entrance. I sink into her wet heat slowly, throwing my head back at the exquisite sensation. She's so tight, squeezing me like a vice and sucking me in until I'm seated to the hilt, my knot nudging at her entrance. When she locks eyes with me, I pull back out and surge forward, slamming into her.
"Yess," she cries, "more. Harder. Faster." She tilts her hips up to meet mine when I thrust again. Her sweet, soft mewls spur me on. I pull back again and slam forward. Over and over again I fuck into her. My knot is swelling with each plunge into her, begging to lock us together.
"You want my knot, my sweet, perfect omega?" Her eyes meet mine, and they're glazed over with pleasure.
"Yes, alpha. Knot me. Make me yours." I don't even know if she's aware of what she's saying or how it affects me, but my alpha is roaring his approval that she's finally recognizing she's ours. Despite the three other claiming marks on her body that practically tore my heart from my chest, she's saying she's mine. Right here, right now.
I surge forward with one last hard thrust, and my knot pops into place in her pussy. The fit is almost unbearably tight as she comes again, her pussy fluttering over and over around my cock. It's the sweetest torture, and my cum shoots out of me in jets when she screams my name. Her whole body goes limp with pleasure, and she rests all her weight against Hudson who finally let go of her wrists. She brings them around, and I see milky white cum on her wrists and hands. I look up to meet his eyes, and he shrugs, absolutely unrepentant.
"What? That was some of the hottest shit I've ever seen," he grins.
"When the fuck did you take your dick out?" I bark a laugh, shaking my head.
He just chuckles and looks at Summer, who is still limp with pleasure, smiling slightly with pink tinging her cheeks adorably. My mouth pops open.
"You little vixen." My hips buck forward at the thought of her stroking Hudson to an orgasm with her hands tied behind her back. She moans, and I rock again. I'm not able to move a lot with my knot locked into her. Not until it deflates, at least, which could take a half an hour if I continue to push it into her the way I am. But the soft gasps and moans she gives me when I do don't discourage me in the slightest. Just when I'm about to stop moving, more of her perfume bursts out of her, and a small sob falls from her plump, pouty lips.
"What's wrong, pretty girl?" Hudson worries aloud, using both his hands to pluck at her dusty pink nipples. Pulling and twisting on them, she clenches around me with each movement. I grit my teeth against the pleasure, cum shooting out of me again. So much that it's starting to leak out of her, despite me still stuffing her full of my knot.
