Page 92 of The Pack

“Such a good fucking mate, taking our cocks so well,” Magnus growled, and I threw my head back, writhing on top of him.

I could feel the tension inside me building, the pressure rising to impossible heights, the heat coiling tighter.

Tobias’s hands moved lower, his fingers skimming over my ribs, the gentle curves of my waist, the flare of my hips. His touch was firm and insistent, his hands guiding and steadying me, and then he touched my clit, sending fireworks of pleasure shooting straight through me.

Callum’s fingers trailed along my throat, his touch possessive, his palms rough and warm. His lips were on the curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, his kisses hot and urgent.

Thorne’s hands were on my breasts, his touch teasing and gentle, his fingers circling the delicate flesh.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a final cry, I broke, the orgasm tearing through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, consuming and drowning me. I arched my back, every muscle tensing and then releasing as a wild, desperate wail escaped me.

My vision blurred, the world spinning around me as I focused on the overwhelming sensations spiraling through me.

The pain.

The pleasure.

The connection.

The feeling of being utterly and completely surrounded.

I’d never felt so whole, so safe, so loved.

The intensity of it all was consuming in a way that I would have thought impossible, and I felt a rush of emotions that had been buried beneath years of hardship, fear, and loneliness. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, a sob threatening to escape, but the release wasn’t painful.

It was healing.

“You haven’t taken our knots yet, mate,” Magnus growled. “You’re going to tonight.”

His knot?

Magnus and Killian began to fuck me harder, their cocks slamming into me, their thrusts growing rougher and more insistent.

With every stroke, I could feel them getting closer to their own releases, the base of their cocks beginning to swell. Bigger and bigger they inflated, stretching my poor little holes until I thought I might burst.

I cried out, desperate and needy as pleasure and pain rocketed through me.

Callum’s fingers slid lower, teasing the delicate flesh between my legs, his touch rubbing harder and faster.

“Come for us, lass,” Killian whispered, his voice thick with lust.

A fresh wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I threw my head back, an animalistic yell emerging from deep within. My body shook, the ecstasy consuming me.

And then, with a final thrust, Magnus and Killian both came inside me, their cocks pulsing and twitching as their seed flooded me.

They roared in unison, a sound so feral and primal it sent a shiver down my spine. Their hands gripped my waist and hips, their fingers digging into my skin, their possessive touch claiming and dominating me as I came one final time.

My head lolled to the side, and only their hands on me held me up. I saw Callum, Tobias, and Thorne with their cocks in their hands. They were all stroking their lengths furiously, their eyes locked onto mine.

“Fuck,” Callum grunted, his face tightening as he came, his cock spasming, his seed spurting in thick ropes across my stomach.

Tobias let out a low groan, his eyes blazing as he pumped his fist faster. He came a moment later, his cum landing on my chest.

Thorne was next, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing, his cum covering me along with the others.

As the last of their seed splashed onto my skin, I fell forward against Magnus, panting and exhausted.

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