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"Knot, please ma—mo chroí," Conall stammered. His face was lovely and red, sweat glittering around his temples. "Please. I want to be so tight inside of you, keep you on my cock all night, locked to me. Please, I need—"
I sagged forward, sinking down and pressing against his knot, swallowing his pleas with a kiss that tasted of him and Laszlo both.
Conall's hands grasped my hips and when I surged up, gasping for air, he pulled me roughly down onto his swollen knot. We'd only shared this once—the day before? Two days? Time was foggy in and out of the castle, and I was dizzy, the heat and pulse of pleasure already ringing through me. But I knew now I was addicted to this moment—the bite of the stretch, the pinch of pain as he seated himself inside of me, and then the rich, pounding throb that followed.
I sighed as we settled together, resting for a moment and savoring the sight of Conall straining beneath me, the lovely completion of being so full and closely connected. My werewolf, however, was not so patient.
Conall groaned and reached to my core, stroking and swirling his fingertips over my clit until I squirmed and ground into the touch.
"Jealous?" I asked Laszlo, who watched us with a studying stare, his hands still stroking Conall's hair and face.
"A bit. Of both of you."
Conall panted, fucking me with those tied nudging thrusts, working my clit under his thumb.
"You can have his knot next if I can watch," I offered.
Laszlo smiled, but he looked down at Conall. "Is it different for you now that you've found her?"
Conall paused and blinked, licking his lips as he caught sight of Laszlo's waiting cock once more. "Dunno. Still want you fucking the back of my throat. Don't see why I wouldn't want to knot your ass and watch your wings beat with my thrusts."
My laugh and moan tangled together, and my eyes fluttered shut as I pictured the pair of them, my hips rocking on Conall's lap.
Laszlo fed Conall his arousal once more, teasing his tip on Conall's tongue until we shook and rocked and Conall had swallowed him down. Conall reached his other hand back, clasping Laszlo's ass, and we pitched and plunged and groaned. Laszlo caught my mouth in a kiss, the pair of us bowed over Conall's body as it braced between us, fucked from both sides.
Laszlo was the first to fall, shouting against my lips, wings stretching back, hips thrusting ruthlessly as Conall choked and thrashed beneath us. Laszlo stumbled back quickly, still dripping his release over Conall's cheek, and the werewolf gasped for air as if he'd been about to cheerfully suffocate.
I caught one exquisite view of Conall's face, cheeks red and victoriously painted, lips pulled back in an eager snarl, and then we were flipping over on the bed, Conall's patience shredded as he snapped and kicked between my thighs, his mouth and hands everywhere at once, pulling at my hair and breasts, sucking on my throat and nipping my shoulder.
He was in a frenzy, and he'd started to wrap his arms around me, gripping my bruised back, when Laszlo caught his hands.
"She's bruised. Take mine."
Conall growled, but he eased his movements and the sound softened into purr. His hips churned, not gentle, but rhythmic and deep, and my voice broke into whimpers as I started to quake.
"That's it," Laszlo said, voice soft and soothing for us both. He let Conall brace against him, the pair of them kissing my cheeks and lips and temple in turn. "She's yours. She's safe. We're all here together."
Conall moaned and his eyes went black, gazing down at me, canines flashing in the candlelight as he panted and surged inside of me.
"My mate," he rumbled.
"Ours," Laszlo corrected, but softly.
"Yours," I agreed in barely a whisper, but the word was nervous on my tongue, and Conall's smile hitched and he slowed his motion, tugging my relief away right before it surged up.
"It's all right,mo chroí. It will come," Conall murmured, and I didn't know if he meant my orgasm or my acceptance of belonging to these men.
Laszlo licked the shell of my ear and then nuzzled my hair. "Don't brace, dear one. Let it rise."
Conall let his weight settle, a perfect, grounding pressure that stole my breath. Their hands stroked me until I was loose and liquid on the bed, almost drowsy if not for the urge to chase the heat and shimmering pound of ecstasy that hovered at my edges. Conall groaned and shivered.
"Fuck, I can't hold on," he gasped.
"Don't," I pleaded, wrapping my arms around him, trying to pull him into my own flesh. "Don't hold, I love when you spill inside of me."
Those words were all it took for Conall to shudder and burst, heat flooding me and swelling the pressure of his knot in my greedy core.
I had no time to brace, and Laszlo was right—letting my release rise on its own was delicious, like drowning and flying at the same time, a slow and sugary whirling through my blood. Conall and Laszlo shared my mouth as I babbled wordlessly, quaking on the bed, clinging to them both to keep from being caught up and swept away in the tide.
