Page 163 of The Pact

I slide myself in. She’s stretched out and takes me eagerly. “Wes,” she pants. “I need you to come inside me. Please,” she pleads. Something about her begging for me to fill her up satisfies me.

“Anything you want, blue eyes.”

Hooking my arms under her thighs, I lift her. Thea reaches behind me and holds on to the headboard for support. I raise her up a few inches, then let her sink back down onto my cock. She’s moaning instantly, making my cock swell more.

I study her as I fuck her. Her teeth pull over her bottom lip and her lashes flutter as she struggles to keep her eyes open. God, she’s so damn pretty. I kiss down her pink cheeks to her parted mouth. My tongue invades her. She willingly accepts it.

Damian comes up behind Thea. I pull away from her and he wraps his hand around her neck. There’s a momentary flash of fear in her eyes at the unexpected gesture. I have to hold myself back from what I want to do. Her fear does something to me. It calls to an animalistic side of me. I push the urge away.

Sutton kneels next to Thea, gripping her jaw and turning her head to him. I watch him flick his tongue over her lips. She pants against his mouth, needing more. Cole must sense that. He kneels at her other side and brushes his fingers lightly over her ribs. She shudders under his touch.

“That’s our girl. You’ve been such a good girl tonight. We’re proud of you,” Damian praises as his fingers tighten around her throat. I feel her pussy clench at his words.

“Don’t stop,” she moans out. She lets go of the headboard and claws at my back. The sharp pain of her nails scraping over my skin pushes me closer to my release. I let the smallest amount of that primal urge loose. My fingers dig deeply into her thighs. She’ll have bruises tomorrow. I smile at the thought.

Cole encourages her. “Come one more time, love. It would make us so happy. Can you do that for us?” His voice is dripping with persuasion.

“I want to,” she admits.

Damian slips his other hand around the front of Thea, dipping between her legs to find her clit. I look down, watching as my cock thrusts into her and Damian’s fingers tease her. Damian leans close to her ear and I just barely make out his whisper. “You’re perfect, Thea. You’re everything we’ve ever wanted.”

He isn’t lying. Thea is exactly what we’ve been missing. I can’t imagine life without her. The thought still scares me. If she ever leaves, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t ever lose her.

Thea comes again, her pussy clamping down on me. She’s pulling at my hair, while Sutton presses his mouth to hers, swallowing down her screams. I follow her release with my own, filling her just like she asked.

Sutton pulls away to tell her, “I love you, Thea. I love you.” It’s such a beautiful moment. I watch his amber eyes fill with affection and Thea’s widen in surprise.

She reaches a hand out to caress his face. “I love you too, Sutton.” Warmth fills my heart, looking between the two of them. But I also feel a pang of jealousy. Mostly that Sutton can express himself so freely, without the fear of getting hurt.

That feeling is chased away when I see tears spill from Thea’s eyes.

THEA

My heart feels entirely full, almost too full. I’ve never felt this loved and cared for before. How can this be what I was missing out on my entire life? How could I have gone this long without knowing true happiness?

I bury my face in Wesley’s shoulder, trying to hide the emotions spilling over. I don’t want them to worry or think I’m upset.

But it’s useless. They’ve already seen the tears.

Wesley’s hands run up my back and his body stiffens. “Thea, what’s wrong?”

I feel fucking stupid and I don’t want to answer. I just want to go to sleep cuddled up between the four of them.

Sutton brushes my hair from my face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” It comes out panicked.

“She isn’t hurt,” Damian assures them. “She’s having a drop.” There’s silence. “This was intense for her. Her body is coming down from it.” I feel his hand on my back. “What do you need, princess?”

“I want to be held,” I confess tearfully.

Wes slides me off of him. Cole pulls back the covers and I’m placed beneath them. I’m being handed a water bottle. I eagerly drink all of it. Sutton slides in behind me, his hand smooths over my hair and he kisses the back of my head.

Cole settles under the covers in front of me, scooting in close and draping an arm over me as he presses his forehead against mine.

Damian spoons Cole. He reaches over and pulls my leg up over Cole’s hip, leaving his hand on my calf as he gently massages. I assume Wesley is spooning Sutton. I think I feel his fingers tracing over my arm. However, I’m too exhausted to see if it’s him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Damian offers.

My lip trembles. Instinctively, I want to hold on to everything I’m feeling to protect myself. Giving them this part of myself is scary.

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