Page 31 of Cursed Love

Amel chuckles beside me, his deep, silky voice cutting through the haze in my head. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over my arm. “You’re squirming like a little fish out of water. You need some relief?”

“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head even as my thighs press together instinctively. It’s a lie. I need it—desperately. But admitting that feels like losing, like giving up the last shred of control I’m clinging to. Even so, slick gathers between my thighs and I curse myself for not wearing panties to bed.

Hunter’s laughter rumbles through his chest, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulls me closer. “You sure about that?” he teases, his lips brushing against my temple. “Because your scent says otherwise.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, glaring at him even though my voice comes out weak, breathy. I’m anythingbutfine, and they all know it. I wait for the panic to start, the fear that someone is behind me, holding me here but it doesn’t come. Almost as if with the right person, it’s easier to let go. I lean back against him, letting myself relax before more slick gushes between my thighs.

I groan, slapping a hand over my face as mortification floods my entire body. “Gods,” I whisper, my voice muffled. “Kill me now.”

“You know,” Hunter drawls, his lips quirking into a smirk as his hand slides to rest on my hip, “you can’t fight this forever. We’re right here. All you have to do is ask.”

"Fuck," I breathe, my eyes slamming shut as Amel's strong, warm fingers delve between my legs. His fingers brush over my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly before he slides two of them inside me.

I arch my back, my head thudding against Hunter’s chest. "God, Amel," I pant, gripping the sheets around me. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My walls clench around his fingers, a silent invitation for more.

He chuckles low in his throat, and I bite my lip to muffle a moan. "Impatient?" he teases before curling his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sends me reeling. I whimper, my toes curling as the sensations rush through me like wildfire.

"You're so wet for me," he grunts, his breath hot in my ear. "So fucking tight too." His words only fan the flames between my legs and I can't help but grind against his hand.

"I... I need you," I whimper, no longer caring about maintaining any semblance of control. All I want is to feel him inside me, claiming me as his own.

Amel growls in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I've got you," he assures me before removing his fingers from inside me with a wet pop. He positions himself at myentrance and then he pushes in, slow and steady, stretching me with his girth. I bite my lip to muffle a moan, my nails digging further into the sheets.

"That's it," Amel grunts, his breath hot against my neck as he buries himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. "Fuck, you feel incredible." His hips begin to rock in slow, deep motions, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Hunter's heated presence at my back only serves to fan the flames of my arousal, his cock pressing against my ass teasingly. The mere thought of being filled by both of them at once sends shivers down my spine, my body aching for more.

As if reading my thoughts, Hunter nibbles on the nape of my neck, the bite just enough to leave a pleasant sting, before whispering those filthy words about claiming me completely. His fingers trail down to my puckered entrance, circling and teasing the uncharted territory. "Soon," he growls into my ear, the promise laced with both hunger and possession. "We'll have you begging for it."

Hearing his depraved plans has me arching my back, silently offering myself to them even more. My slick drips down onto the sheets below, coating both Amel's and my thighs as he begins to move again—this time slower, lazier, as if he wants to draw out every single second of this exquisite torture.

"That's it, sweet girl," he pants against my ear.

My body shudders with pleasure as I let go, whimpering with relief as the heat dissipates. Amel continues fucking into me until he thrusts one last time, his knot expanding inside of me. He spills into me, seconds before I feel warmth against my ass, Hunter still nibbling my ear. “Couldn’t help myself, Koa. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

I wriggle between them, a mess of cum and slick now just as I come again, my face scrunching up as the pleasure shootsthrough me. Hunter rocks himself against my back, his knot throbbing against my ass.

“I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up, baby girl,” Hunter muses, leaving a soft kiss to the back of my neck before he disappears. I murmur a thanks but I’m already falling asleep on Amel’s knot, curling into the safety I’m falling in love with.

Moses throws an arm over the both of us, tugging us closer. “Next time it’s my turn.” I don’t even have the energy to laugh before sleep takes over.

Amel

Koa’s pressed up against me when I wake up. She’s still curled up in my arms, her breathing slow and even, her body tucked into mine like she belongs here. And maybe she does. No—scratch that—definitelyshe does. There’s no question in my mind anymore.

What does piss me off, though, is the quiet murmuring from either side of the bed. I blink the sleep from my eyes and lift my head, only to see Moses and Hunter sitting up against the headboard, their voices low as they whisper about work. Hunter’s got his damn glasses on, the blue light from his phonereflecting off the lenses, and Moses has a tablet in his lap, his brows furrowed in concentration.

They’re supposed to be sleeping.Resting.Not ruining the peace we’ve got going on in here. I glare at them, my jaw tightening. “Do either of you assholes realize how loud you are?” I hiss, careful not to wake Koa.

Hunter glances up from his phone, an unapologetic grin tugging at his lips. “Morning, sunshine,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t look so thrilled to see us.”

Moses doesn’t even look up, his fingers tapping against the screen of his tablet. “Someone’s grumpy,” he mutters under his breath.

I roll my eyes, trying not to growl as I shift, my arms tightening protectively around Koa. “What the hell are you even doing? You’re supposed to be sleeping, not running the company from bed.”

Hunter shrugs, sliding his phone into his lap. “Neither one of us wanted to leave,” he says, his tone unusually soft. His eyes flicker down to Koa, his grin fading into something more serious. “We can smell it, Amel. Her scent’s changed.”

That stops me cold, my irritation melting away as his words sink in. “Her heat?” I ask, my voice low.

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