Page 37 of Mated to the Pride

“Jess, please…”

“God, yes.”

I knew what he wanted, and I needed it too. I shifted forward, feeling my weight supported by Blake and Hale beside me, and let Preston guide his way inside me. Slick-wet from his kisses and my pleasure, there wasn’t the faintest discomfort as I took every inch of him, sinking down into the fireball heat of his lap.

“Fuck, Preston.”

I felt the others close in around us, the heat of their bodies overwhelming in an entirely pleasurable way. Blake kneaded at the small of my back, and I could feel his cock bumping up against the backs of my legs. At either side of me I had Stone and Hale, impressively hard in my hands, and soon Stone leaned in to capture my lips in a rough, eager kiss.

It wasn’t just that I couldn’t tell where my body ended and Preston’s began. I couldn’t delineate between any of the five of us. It was as though we formed one amorous creature, damp with sweat and desperate formore, more, more. As Stone pulled away from our kiss, I buried my face into his hair — breathed in the woody musk of his scent, still flooded with the taste of his kisses.

“Jessica.” Only Blake was still solemn enough to use my full name, even as lust tinged it with urgency — made it sound like a litany more than a name. “Would it be too much, if…?”

“No,” I moaned into the side of Stone’s head, following the pattern of Hale’s kisses over my shoulder and my neck. “Not too much.Please.”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence for me to know what he wanted. Sure enough, Preston slowed his thrusts to give Blake a chance to press up even closer behind me, guiding himself into place. When he finally pushed inside me, I felt the searing bliss of both of their widths together, melting back against Blake’s chest and losing myself in Stone and Hale’s devouring kisses.

I felt that I’d been made for this. Made to carry their child — made to curl and stretch to the shape of them, heart pounding to the rhythm of all four lovers at once.

Was it too soon to call it love? I didn’t think so. Every trailing touch of Stone’s fingertips felt like fire; every circle Hale’s tongue traced over me made me feel a little more alive than the second before. When my pleasure mounted to another powerful orgasm, my eager cries and tight clenching brought Preston to his peak inside me. In the moment, I couldn’t be sure whether it was him or Blake. Only when he withdrew, leaning forward to offer a line of kisses down my body, could I draw my own conclusions. It wasn’t long before Hale moved in to take his place, Preston cupping my chin to draw our lips together. The intersection of those feelings — the desperate, wild pleasure of Blake and Hale thrusting inside me together, and the sweet satisfaction of Preston’s romantic kiss — was surreal and powerful.

A hand snaked down to draw tight circles around my clit, so good and unexpected that my back arched hard again. I opened my eyes to see that it was Stone’s hand, fast and focused; with Preston still kissing at my neck, I reached down for Stone’s cock to devote all my attention to him, carried away on a raft of bliss.

Before long, Hale was following Preston over the edge — withdrawing from me to finish neatly on my stomach. As he made to move away, my hand closed around his wrist.

“Is there lube?”

“Uh-huh. Are you uncomfortable?”

“No,” I answered. As Blake hit deep inside me, I arched back against him again, punctuating my point; still, Hale returned with lubricant. I still couldn’t speak from the pleasure, but he took initiative, squeezing a little into his palms to massage over my thighs.

Only when I’d gathered my breath could I speak up, lifting my head to meet Stone’s eyes. “I want both.”

“Like before?”

His brow furrowed, unsure — but Blake understood. He reached around me to slick up his fingers with lube, then slipped back down again to a tighter, more intimate hole.

“Like this,” he murmured, his voice a gratifying hum. My head tipped back onto his shoulder as I moaned out my pleasure, feeling the exquisite stretch of his first finger inside me. Stone seemed to understand then, moving between my legs to guide me down onto his waiting cock. I still had Preston and Hale on either side of me, smoothing lube-slick hands over every free part of my body. It felt like an all-over massage, and even more so once Blake added a second finger. The white-hot intensity of feeling them fill both parts of me at once had my heart hammering and my skin tingling all over. Last night’s danger had vanished from my memory, along with any thought of uncertainty or shyness or discomfort.

At last, Blake withdrew his hand and pressed his cock inside me instead. I gasped, legs tightening around Stone’s body as I felt inch by tantalizing inch of Blake sink slowly deeper. He was careful and gentle — and Stone had slowed too, giving me a chance to assimilate to the new two-pronged rhythm of our love.

“God,yes.”

I accepted eager kisses from Preston and Hale as we rode out this final stretch together, groaning against their lips and feeling more undone by the second. I could feel myself mounting to one last peak, with Stone’s thrusts growing ever more urgent, and his thumb still strumming a delicious rhythm over me. Soon, I felt Blake begin to tense too; knowing that both of them were ready to come for me, hard and eager, drove me over the precipice, and I came one last time with a desperate cry.

As Stone and Blake finished, staggered one after the other, my body remained tense between them. I felt a last lick of lust as I felt Blake’s mouth on my neck — a hard, satisfying bite that tugged me back under a wave of pleasure all over again.

We lay in a floppy, fulfilled pile, limbs intertwined around one another. I felt the body heat of all four lovers pressured up close against me, desperate for as much of my skin as they could contact. They covered me with such efficacy that I barely felt naked, sighing with the weight of my pleasure underneath the cozy last traces of our sex.

“That was incredible.”

I smiled at their hums of assent, and as I felt Blake’s hands wind into my hair, coaxing out the tangles.

“You’re perfect,” he said, keeping his voice soft and low. “Exactly what we needed, even before we knew it. Before we could have hoped.”

I glowed in his praise, nestling closer to the sound of his voice. The rest of the Norths moved with me, keeping me close and protected in the center of their love-pile. “You’re all perfect too,” I told them, and meant it. I’d never had a partner that felt so right or natural — never felt so loved or desired. The knowledge that a life of ours was growing inside me only sharpened my happiness. “I… really can’t believe how lucky I am.”

I felt several hands come to rest gently over my stomach, and knew they were thinking of the same bundle of joy.

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