Page 57 of Rook

“Please,” I gasp out when I can, my voice muffled by Luka’s flesh. “Gunnar, please…”

“Please what, Aisling?” Gunnar growls against my ear, his hands gripping my hips, anchoring me to him. His tone is rough, edged with the remnants of anger and an undeniable lust.

“Knot me,” I beg, the words slipping out between thrusts. “You’re my alpha. Please…fill me.”

There’s a pause, then Gunnar’s pace quickens, his grip tightening. “Say it again.”

Luka pulls back, lets me talk…waiting for me to give Gunnar what he wants.

“Please, alpha…Gunnar,” I plead, my body trembling on the edge of something fierce and overwhelming. “Knot me. Claim me.”

His hand comes down hard on my ass, like a punishment. The sting feels good, though, making me clench around his thick cock. I gasp and shudder, and Luka takes my face in his hands, making me stay up on all fours.

“Again,” Gunnar growls. “Tell me, Aisling.”

“I’m yours, Gunnar,” I practically sob, needing his knot. “Always…always…”

That does the trick.

With a snarl of possession, Gunnar pushes deep, his knot swelling at the base of his cock, locking him inside me. It’s a rush of heat, of pressure, of an indescribable fullness that sends me spiraling into ecstasy.

“Mine,” Gunnar declares, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire being.

“Yours,” I affirm, my mind fracturing as my heat flares out of control, pleasure consuming me in a blazing inferno.

Then Luka is sliding back into my throat, tugging on my hair, making me look at him with my mouth full of his cock. Gunnar rolls his hips, moving inside me, clutching my hips with strong hands.

And me?

I’m lost in them both.

Luka’s movements become erratic, desperate, as if driven to madness by the scent of our fucking. My senses are filled with the musk of alpha pheromones, the taste of Luka, the sound of our ragged breaths mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh.

“Fuck, Aisling, your mouth…” Luka groans above me, his grip in my hair unrelenting. “You’re gonna make me come…”

“Wait your turn,” Gunnar pants behind me, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Each push sends me further into a delirium, where only their touch and the overwhelming blaze of the heat exist.

“Can’t hold back…” Luka’s voice fractures, the strain evident.

“Shit,” Gunnar curses as he feels my walls start to flutter around him. “Now, Aisling, come for me, now!”

The command detonates something primal within me. My body obeys before my mind can process the order, convulsing in a cataclysmic orgasm that rips through me. My vision whites out; all I know is the violent pulse of my climax, echoed by the throbbing of Gunnar’s knot, expanding further, locking us together in an unbreakable bond.

Luka shudders, his release hot and heavy, filling my mouth as he holds me there. The taste of him, bitter and potent, sends another shockwave through my quaking body.

“Good girl,” Gunnar praises darkly, his own crescendo washing over me in searing waves. He keeps moving, riding out both our climaxes, drawing every last shudder from my spent frame.

I collapse between them, a tangle of limbs and labored breaths. Gunnar’s chest is heaving against my back, his heart hammering like it’s trying to escape. Luka gently pulls away, his thumb caressing my swollen lips.

But I want more.

I can already feel my body rallying for round two, eager to get as much as I can. I need Gunnar to stay locked inside…I need Oberon, I need Luka.

I need to be fucked for days, politics be damned.

Luka gets up and looks down at me, and I reach for him desperately even as Gunnar rolls me onto my stomach, pinning me. He fucks slowly into me, hips rolling relentlessly, and I barely hear their words as I give myself over to the raw need of my heat.

“She’s in heat…”

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