Page 150 of The Heat of Us

I loved all sides of Ben. But the aggressive, starved-for-me alpha just lit up something so deliciously primal in me. He grasped my hips, fingertips digging in as he began to grind me back and forth over his stiff length. His crown slid perfectly against my clit, his precum mingling with my slick.

“Then soak me first,” he demanded. “Come all over your alpha’s cock, just like this.”

My need tugged me in all different directions. I rode him desperately, eager to please him. But he was so hot and hard my pussy ached to be filled by him. My movements were wild and sometimes the head of his cock would notch against my entrance before sliding away again. I chased my pleasure and wanted him to snatch it from my grasp and own me entirely at the same time.

He kissed me as I came. Every sensation was so utterly wrapped up in how he tasted. Melting chocolate and vibrant peppermint licked clean off fingers and lingering on my tongue afterwards.

Ben laid me down in my makeshift nest. His mouth feathered along my jaw as the aftershocks continued. Down to my neck. My breath grew uneven and my pulse ricocheted against his.

Bite me, bite me, bite me.

“You’re mine, Hazel.”

I was hollow and eager in one breath and then filled completely by him in the next. His cock buried to the hilt in my pussy and his canines piercing my neck. I’d never felt more vulnerable, trapped, owned than in that moment. Completely at the mercy of his driving thrusts and held down by his teeth.

I couldn’t hide how much I loved it. Not when the bond between us was being woven, golden threads dipping, twisting as new connections between us flared to life. I was his but he was just as much mine.

“I-I had no idea it would be so—”

I kissed the rest of his words away. Because I could feel it and already knew. My hands slid down the muscular curve of his back, along that sweet dip until it settled on his firm ass. I forced him deeper inside me and I could feel the press of his knot starting to work its way past my entrance.

“Knot me, Ben.” I licked the shell of his ear, relishing the way he trembled. “I want you to know exactly how much I love your cum inside me.”

“Fuck.” His pace grew more uneven. His lips kissed messily over my face and chest and breasts, always compulsively returning to his bondmark. There was a hint of that rut frenzy in the bond, like an untamed windstorm whipping the edges of his need. His knot stretched me further and further each time as he fucked me with harder, deeper strokes. I cried out when I felt him finally lock into place, my body clamping around him like a vise. I could feel every throb of his cock filling me. It was overwhelming — the warmth of his release, his shuddering pleasure in the bond — and I gave myself over to it all.

I ran my nose along his neck as we caught our breath. I had to know, what was his scent now that we were bonded? What part of me was forever linked with him?

“Coconut,” I laughed. Of course it was.

“Yeah?” Ben’s shy smile was adorable. I loved how he unabashedly gave me every facet of himself.

“Like the—” I nuzzled and licked him a little, eliciting a low grunt. “Yummiest dessert ever. I want to lick it off you every day.”

“I’m ok with that. In fact, I insist.”

He was so giddy it was infectious. Was this how it was going to be now? God, and that was just one bond. Imagining three was—

There was a loud clatter.

Our heads shot upwards. I blinked at an upside-down (at least, he was from my angle) Remy. Everything he had been holding — fresh clothes, breakfast — was scattered on the floor. Aleks crashed into his back with a loud oof, only just managing to save our coffee from spilling everywhere.

Remy’s voice was strained as he took in our naked bodies and bleeding necks. “Please tell me you’re back and I don’t have to strangle Ben.”

I blew him a kiss and waved my fingers at him. Slightly awkwardly as I was still underneath Ben. “Hi Remy.”

He let out a low cry and dove into the nest. “Baby.” Being knotted didn’t stop him from taking my face into his hands and kissing me fiercely. “I was fucking lost without you.”

“Sorry I scared you.” His grip was so tight, afraid to lose me again if he let go. I ran my palm up and down his forearm, each sweep trying to reassure him.

I am here. I am ok. I am yours.

Ben carefully moved me into a sitting position on his lap and I felt Aleks’ body hugging my back.

He was trembling. “Oh, Aleks,” I said softly.

“I’ve decided something, Hazel,” he said, his voice muffled by my hair. “We are going to stop hiding how obsessed we are with you and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

I had focused so long on the trappings of love. Deeply painful and frightening, as Kerry had put it. But she also called it a force and I understood that now more than ever.

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