Page 117 of Knight Life In Vegas

I was going to lose it all over again and slide back down the slope into a rut. I held on as tightly as I could, knowing if I let go I might hurt her.

“Almost there,” Chico assured her.

I felt the spacing of his fingers shift, and the pressure skyrocketed as he made room for his cock to join mine.

Charlotte and I both chanted curses, squirming as he adjusted her body to accommodate him. I moaned long and lowwhen his cock fully breached her and he eased his fingers out, letting her pussy hold both of us.

“Mother of god,” I breathed out.

She bit down hard on me as Chico started a slow pace, his hand braced on her hip.

“Goddamn, you guys.” Dylan glanced over at us, rubbing his eyes. “You know if she can take another cock while knotted, that means she can take three normally.”

Charlotte’s omega demand lanced through me.

“I think she might like that idea,” I gasped out.

“Pull your knot out. I want to get in there.”

Chico chuckled. “How exactly are you going to get in here?”

“Creatively.”

“Do you want three cocks, querida?”

She nodded as best she could while still biting me.

“How am I supposed to get my knot out, though?”

Dylan shrugged. “Same way his cock got in?”

I held my breath as Chico reached down, gently and expertly manipulating Charlotte’s body while she squirmed and growled. Only pleasure came through the bond from her. Soon enough Chico was able to wedge his fingers in a way that let me slide out. That was probably for the best. With the way she clung to me, I wouldn’t have been getting free anytime soon.

Dylan draped himself over the three of us and I held the underside of Charlotte’s knee so he had somewhat clear access. He didn’t have the same finesse as Chico, but with two of us already buried in Charlotte, there were bits of space simply due to the shape of everything. He worked his fingers in one at a time, eyes closed, probably paying attention to the bond as much as we were. Charlotte was shaking between us, edging closer to feral with every passing moment. She took us all like a champ, though, the heat hormones letting her adapt, dulling her pain and increasing her pleasure from each touch.

“Beau,” she whispered against me, teeth detached for a brief moment. “I need.”

I reached behind me, smacking his thigh. “Wake up before I combust.”

His awareness flickered into the bond, lust roaring through him when he realized what was happening.

“She asked for you,” I told him.

“I can’t possibly join.”

Charlotte released her bite once more and let out a keen that shot through me. Dylan eased his cock in, all of us teetering on the edge.

She reached for Beau and he awkwardly climbed through the pillows to get to her head, the only part of her that was actually accessible to him. Her fingers curled around his cock the moment he got within reach and he cussed, dropping to his knees where Charlotte could wrap her lips around him.

She was a fucking marvel.

“Move on three?” Dylan asked.

“I fucking guess so,” I said unsteadily. “God, no one knot her. I’ll die on the spot.”

Dylan counted down and we all shifted. Charlotte cried out, muffled by Beau, a rush of slick bathing my skin. I spilled into her, unable to hold back. I was as lost to her now as when I had taken her to bed with Dylan the first time. But as much asIwantedher, I was humbled as hell by how much she wantedall of us. I didn’t give a shit if it was the heat prompting it. It felt like more.

She spiraled over the edge each time we all moved. Slick flowed like a fountain to help us along.

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