Page 20 of Pixel Perfect Pack

As if he’s read my mind, Kito starts grabbing blankets and wrapping me up in them. “Let’s get her cosied up.”

“No,” I reply, taking hold of Kito’s hand. His sweet scent of Earl Grey tea and freshly baked ginger biscuits fills my nose and my body knows exactly what to do. I turn in Kito’s lap and place my hand against his chest, pushing him flat on his back.

“You okay, honey?” Kito asks, his hand lifting to run back through my hair. Meanwhile, my own hands move to his jeans which much to my disappointment he’s wearing them in the first place. Surely by now, I should have these alphas walking around naked for easy access.

That’ll be the heat haze talking.

Much to my relief Kito gets the message and shimmies out of his jeans and boxers, throwing them to some undisclosed place in the corner of the room—thankfully not on the fireplace.

The rest of the room disappears as I throw my legs on either side of Kito’s waist and start grinding down on him. He’s already rock hard and the way his cock puts just enough pressure on my clit is fucking heavenly. I roll my hips again and again, back and forward on his cock until slick drips down my thighs.

“Fuck, Jess,” Kito groans, his hands coming to settle on my ass. His fingers knead the supple flesh, pressing so hard I’m sure there’ll be bruises tomorrow. I don’t care, I want the bruises. I want each and every one of these glorious alphas to mark me as theirs. For the first time since my heat started, I want them to bite me, claim me. The urge to move my hair out of the way and bare my throat is overwhelming but when Kito moves my panties to the side all thoughts abandon ship.

Orion steps in just long enough to lift me up, he holds me in place as Kito braces the tip of his cock at my entrance. Gently, Orion lets me down, allowing Kito to bury himself deep inside me. The relief hits me and I let out a low, guttural moan.

“That’s it baby, use me,” Kito urges, encouraging my hips to rove back and forth so my clit is getting just enough friction to make me squeal. The room fills with the smell of alpha. Old books and coffee, bergamot and ginger, fresh rain and heather. They meld together and cloak me from the outside world. Inside this little heat bubble, there’s just the four of us and it’s perfect.

My legs start to ache, muscles so tense they’re trembling uncontrollably, chronic illness is such a fucking mood killer. As if sensing that I’ve reached my limit, Kito shifts so he’s sitting up, our chests pressed together. His thick arms wrap around my waist, holding me to him as he bucks his hips upward.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he purrs, chest vibrating against mine. “I’ve got you, let me take care of you.”

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that he’s got me, he proves it in every thrust of his cock deep inside me. With each stroke of his length, the burn dissipates enough that I can think clearly, that I’m myself again. It’s glorious.

“Now I think it’s about time I hear you scream my name.” A playful smile lights up his features as his pace quickens and he pumps deeper and deeper inside me until I feel my orgasm starting to close in.

“What do you need, honey?” Kito asks, smirking at me with one hand resting behind him for leverage and the other running up and down my stomach. “Do you need me to play with your pretty little clit?”

I nod furiously, bouncing up and down on his incredible cock until my vision starts to cloud.

“You should see your face,” he says, hand slipping down between us to playfully pinch my clit. “So pretty for me, stick that pink tongue out I want a taste.”

I do just as he asks, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue like some thirsty animal. Without hesitation, he wraps his lips around my tongue and he sucks, kissing me messily until I struggle to keep my pace. He takes over completely, bottoming out inside me and swirling his slick moistened fingers around my clit.

“Kito, Kito, Kito,” I pant over and over and over, praying to a God who isn’t listening. Probably because his cock is buried nine inches inside me.

“That’s it, honey. Say my name, I want to hear how it sounds when you come. Can you do that for me? Can you come all over my cock and fingers like a good girl?”

I’ve never been one to come on demand but fuck if his words don’t make me implode. “Your knot, Kito, I need your knot.”

“Don’t worry honey, it’s your knot now,” he grins, his jaw tense as he fights his own climax. Slowly but surely, he slips his knot inside me, pushing and pushing until we’re locked together and I’m coming for a second time.

Kito lays us down, still locked together and facing one another. He covers us with a blanket and we just lie there in front of the roaring fireplace. Adair is in the kitchen batch cooking meals to put in the freezer and Orion is stringing up a set of fairy lights he found amongst my Christmas decorations on the low-hanging ceiling beams.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I mumble, my legs thrown haphazardly over Kito’s waist.

“What? That your gamer friends turned out not to be complete weirdos?” he chuckles. “Because just wait, we’re pretty fucking weird under normal circumstances.”

I laugh, the movement making Kito’s knot move inside me and bringing me yet another wave of relief. “So you all know each other, IRL I mean?”

Kito nods. “Yup. Went to uni together, lived together for a while in Edinburgh.”

“What did you all do at university?”

“Oh God,” he grumbles, throwing his hands over his face. “I don’t know if I want to tell you.”

“Why not?” I groan, poking him in the chest. “Come on, surely the fact your knot is still swollen inside me gives me some right to know some stuff.”

“Okay, but you can’t laugh,” he points at me in warning, the playfulness filling his dark brown eyes.

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