I feel like I black out, only coming to when I feel her wet heat sheath me. With her pussy hugging my cock, the knot in my chest melts away.
“Fuuhkk . . . ,”I growl and bounce her on my dick. I have her in reverse cowgirl, my hands gripping the underside of her thighs.
Ecker answers with a hungry growl of his own. When I meet his eyes, they are glowing, fully engulfed in gold.
“I’ve been wanting to feel your cock against mine while we both take her cunt for a while now,” I admit. A devious smirk plays on Ecker’s lips.
“Both?”Sinclair chokes.
“You can take it.” Ecker’s tone leaves no room for questions. Then, lighter, he adds as he scoots closer, “This pussy’s begging to be stretched.”
Ecker positions himself, one knee between my legs and his other foot on the outside of my leg. He slides two fingers into her, his knuckles grazing my cock. He gently pushes them in and out. With a groan, he says, “Mm, baby girl, you’re gonna do so well.”
“Yeah, she is,” Titus whispers approvingly, tilting her chin toward him. He slips his thumb into her mouth. “Is it tight right now? With just his fingers?” he asks with a slightly taunting lilt.
She sucks on his thumb and nods, moaning, “Mm-hmm.”
He gazes into her eyes, soft and adoring. “One day we’ll see how much our slutty little mate can take. Maybe I’ll take your ass while my brothers fill your pussy. Would you like that, Omega?”
She nods and moans again, her lips still wrapped around his thumb.
I realize Titus’s questions were meant to distract her when I feel the head of Ecker’s cock push against mine at her entrance. He’s wiped her slick from his fingers onto his length, getting it nice and wet for her.
She whimpers when he pushes more in. The squeeze of his dick gliding against mine makes me feral. All I want to do is thrust up and plunge both of our cocks deeper. I want to pound her overstuffed pussy until she can’t stop coming.
God, I want to make a fuckingmessof her.
I want her covered in our cum, our scents, our marks.
But my instincts to not hurt her are stronger than my lust. So I dig my fingers into her thighs and force myself to stay still as Ecker slowly seats himself, probably bruising her in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control.
I release a slow, rumbling growl as her pussy gets tighter and tighter.
Titus watches Ecker fill her to the hilt and praises in a quiet, gravelly pitch,“What agoodfucking whore you’re being for your mates.”
Sinclair moans. “God . . . it feels so . . .”
“Full?” Titus asks tauntingly.
Then Ecker, in a husky whisper, adds, “Tight?”
She exhales contentedly. “Perfect.”
Ecker slowly begins moving, and Titus takes one of her legs from me, holding her knee out. We find a rhythm and it’s soulful the way our bodies move in sync without us saying anything. My free hand wraps around her waist and plays with her clit while she strokes Titus’s cock.
Sweet, decadent pleasure hangs in the air, calming my rut and allowing me to revel in every small but sensational movement.
She’s right. This is perfect.
Her breath gets choppy and her moans sharper. I keep rubbing her clit, and we fuck her through her orgasm. She’s still coming down when Titus lifts her off us and stretches her out on her side. He lies down behind her. Her eyes are hazy and gold as he slides into her. Her lips part on a breathy,“Titus . . .”
They look so good together. Her hair’s fallen to one side, and I can see his new claiming bite next to mine. It’s felt like she’s always been ours, but now she officially is. The ceremony pales in comparison to the sense of belonging and commitment that comes from bonding.
He fucks her in slow, languid strokes until we all feel her lust start climbing again. Her orgasm has passed and she’s already hankering for more.
What an insatiable little thing.
Lifting onto his knees behind her, he pushes her top leg forward to give him better access to her pussy. Palming her ass, he slides back in and immediately resumes with heavy, punishing thrusts. She’s rocked forward and catches herself with her hands on my thighs.