Page 155 of The Heat of Us

Ben caught my eye in the rearview mirror. “No.” He grinned. “You don’t. Enjoy the drive, Hazel.”

Remy’s fingers slid beneath my panties properly this time. He began to stroke and tease the pooling moisture between my legs. Aleks dragged my shirt up before exploring the soft swells of my cleavage with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Remy claimed my lips, leaving me wanting with chaste, light pecks while his fingers continued their torturous seduction.

That was how the first one built. Gradual. Gentle. Warm. A honeyed spiral of pleasure spinning down, down, down, tighter and tighter until—

“Stop,” Aleks said sharply.

The sparks building in my belly fizzled out to nothingness.

“Fucking can’t stand any of you,” I sulked.

My pants were pushed off, forming a puddle on the floor of the car. Remy and Aleks slung one bare leg each over their knees and now they were both stroking and teasing my poor, exposed pussy. Aleks was exploring my clit lightly, his motions seemingly random but still enough to stoke my arousal higher. Remy had no such finesse, pumping two fingers wetly in and out of me.

I dug my nails deep into both their legs as they denied me a second time. All stimulation ceased instantly at Alek’s command, their hands leaving me bereft. My body felt like a taut bowstring, sliced through instead of sending an arrow flying. I collapsed, a low sob escaping.

“At least we aren’t making you hold your orgasm back on your own while we play with you,” Remy purred in my ear, an angel on my shoulder.

“Yes, we’re being generous, really.” Aleks was Satan incarnate as far as I was concerned. Using his encyclopaedic knowledge of how I looked, sounded, felt when I came against me.

They were ruthless with me. Scent marking me with licks and kisses, hitting every sweet spot inside me, drawing out more and more of my slick until the car was bursting with the scent of it.

Then denying me the final pleasure. Again and again.

I was a total wreck when we finally pulled into the parking garage. Half certain I had gone feral all over again.

Ben put the car in park, flicked off his seatbelt and threw his entire body into the backseat so he could kiss me.

“Are you mad?” The back of his fingers trailed down my cheek.

I let out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m mad alright. Not angry mad. The other mad. The crazy batshit insane mad,” I babbled. If I didn’t get to come soon I was going to claw some eyes out or crush some ballsacks in my bare fist.

“That does sound awful,” Ben soothed, as if he wasn’t the one who gave his packmates permission to torture me. He sent me his calm in the bond and I shuddered. “We’re going to take good care of you now.”

I didn’t protest being re-dressed and carried upstairs. I needed them to unfurl the tightly wound ball of tension Remy and Aleks had built and built inside me.

Ben paused at the door to my nest. “I tried my best, but make sure you fix what you don’t like before you invite us in,” he said, setting me down.

I leaned my back against the door, grabbed Ben’s collar and yanked his body flush against mine. “All I need is my pack. Fucking me. Knotting me. Making me come.” One hand hooked around the doorknob and twisted. We stumbled backwards into the room and Ben caught me just in time and swept me back up into his arms.

I truly didn’t care what my nest looked like. I didn’t even look back. I just landed on the familiar softness and gave myself entirely over to my pack.

It probably looked like a frenzy but it felt like a dance. The way their bodies understood, gave way and loved me was effortless. So many hands, so many mouths, all devoted to worshipping me. Ben consumed my sharp gasp as Aleks slid home, my heaving breasts pressing up into Remy’s hungry mouth.

“Come for us, Hazel.” Ben’s touch seared down my stomach and stroked my clit between his clever fingers.

I shut my eyes tight, giving myself over to the sensations starting to build. The foreplay in the car had left a gaping chasm of need inside me and now everything they were doing was rushing, filling, overwhelming me with pleasure, so quickly it was on the verge of rising, cresting, spilling over and—

“Fuck yes.” Aleks groaned as I came with a hoarse cry, drenching his cock, Ben’s hand and the sheets beneath with an overwhelming spray of slick. So much that Aleks slipped out of me momentarily and had to guide himself back inside, fucking me relentlessly through the involuntary quivers taking over my whole body.

The orgasm went on and on and on, flying along my whole body and taking a life of its own. Remy and Ben were kissing and caressing me over, their touch like lightning rods for each electrifying burst through me.

“God, Hazel.” I could barely meet Aleks’ kisses. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life.”

I finally collapsed and went completely still. Aleks slowed to a stop, his cock still hard and thick inside me. It felt impossible to lift my eyelids open. I tried to verbalise how I was feeling and all that came out was a nonsensical mumble.

Remy laughed, running a palm along the curve of my breast and along the dip of my waist. I jerked slightly. Even that tiny bit of contact felt like too much for my overstimulated body at that moment. “Does that mean we can edge you again in the future?” he asked sweetly.

I eventually managed to lift my head and glance down. I’d come everywhere, not just in the embarrassingly large wet patch now on the sheets, but all over my pack too. Not that they seemed to mind at all, from the hungry glint in their eyes.

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