Page 151 of Priceless

Heats… I’d had a few now, but it was nothing in comparison. Those had been a gentle warm day compared to the inferno now crashing through me and consuming me from within.

I needed, needed, needed?—

He settled himself with me, chest against my back, fingers entwined and locked against the cushions, legs pressed along mine.

My Alpha took me.

It was like a part of Everett had unlocked which hadn’t been there before. Part of me too. He wasn’t just my husband, he was my Alpha. Tied together by more than just need and want and love, but woven into each other in the deepest fabric of who we were.

Everett’s teeth grazed my ear, gentled compared to the way he was fucking me, driving me into the velvet cushions with his cock. “You’re mine, Ocean.” I felt the growl in every single part of me.

“Mine. My nymph. My goddess. And I plan on worshipping you every single fucking day until there’s not a doubt in your mind. I don’t care if my knot never leaves your cunt again. You’ll believe every good thing, every compliment.”

My voice was muffled by velvet and blankets and their clothes, but it felt like my entire body was lined in starfire. Silvered and beautiful and burning.

His voice dropped to a harsh whisper as we both grew closer to the edge. “Eventually you will watch me drop to my knees for you and you’ll welcome it because you understand your own fucking worth.”

I came.

Pleasure exploded outward and then inward and I couldn’t speak to tell him that even if that was ever true, it would also be true in reverse. That I would fall to my knees for him and them because they were my Alphas. They were the only ones that ever made me feel truly safe, and it was everything.

We would worship each other, and within that, we would find our own grace and peace and happiness.

He followed me into pleasure, knot swelling and adding another firework to the already burning flames of my heat and desire.

“Got it, little nymph?”

I laughed, breathlessly, melting into the cushions. “Got it. But?—”

“But?” He growled playfully. “Do I need to fuck the lesson into you again?”

A whine burst out of me. It wasn’t the lesson, it was him. Them. I moved on his knot, trying to make it press deeper. I understood, I just needed more. It was like I was thirsty and no amount of water would get rid of the sensation. “More.”

Everett purred in my ear. “I see. We can do that, little nymph.”

He pulled me up on all fours, stroking my body while he did so. But it was the cock suddenly in front of me that had me distracted. Cameron’s thickness, the rich lemon scent of him so much stronger now that I was in heat and now that I understood he was mine.

My Alpha smirked, full of that wicked confidence that told me he was prepared to ruin me, and he would have the best time of his life while he did it. “This what you need, sweetheart?”

Yes.

His cock between my lips made my eyes roll back in my head. He tasted so good. Citrus sharpness and candy sweetness. A lollipop I never wanted to stop licking. And I did lick him. From the crown of him, down the thickness of his shaft and lower. The more of him I tasted, the easier it was to breathe.

I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, but I didn’t get far. He was too thick and I had no idea what I was doing. Cameron didn’t care. He groaned and framed my face with his hands, not taking full control, but keeping me steady. His hips moved, pumping deeper like he couldn’t help it, and I loved that.

It was me. I was the one making him lose command of his body.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. I would have taken your mouth before if I’d known it would feel like this.”

My Omega shivered with the praise.

“A miracle is what it is.” Micah’s voice was beside me. So close, and yet I couldn’t turn my head to see him while my mouth was full of Cameron. What was he?—

Everett’s knot released me, and he pressed a kiss to the center of my back before pulling free. I moaned, mourning the loss of him. The sudden emptiness was hungry. A void so rich and dark and reaching that it needed to be filled and never stop.

I lunged down onto Cameron’s cock, savoring him, nearly choking on him. Fingers grasped my hair at the same time I was moved. Micah slid under my body and guided me down onto his cock. The relief was palpable. They were giving me what I needed. More knots. More Alpha. More pleasure.

“Suck slowly,” Cameron said. I looked up at him and loved seeing him towering there, muscles flexing and tightening as he tried to keep a grip on his pleasure. “Take whatever you need from me while he fucks you, baby. And when Micah knots you, I’ll give you what we both need.”

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