Page 138 of Packed in the Fire house

Even his kisses that he peppered across my shoulder were slow and thoughtful.

It was overwhelming, but not in a way I was used to. We fucked hard and fast, and I loved that, but this was a whole new level of intensity.

When Blaze couldn’t hold back any longer and we both tumbled over the edge, his knot expanding and making me almost painfully full, my orgasm was so intense, it felt never ending.

“Fuck me, if the whole heat is going to be like this, I’m never going to survive,” Blaze muttered as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.

“That’s why you have all of us. Many cocks make light work,” that silky Cajun voice said from the doorway as a waft of graham cracker hit my nose.

Glancing up, I licked my lips at the sight of a wet Rune, freshly showered and wearing only a towel.

My core throbbed at the sight, and even though I was on Blaze’s knot, I still wanted Rune. I needed to taste him.

It wasn’t a want—it was a need. That familiar desperation of heat was starting to take over, and I had no idea how long I would be lucid for, but I intended to enjoy every minute until I was lost to the heat haze.

“Come here,” I said, moving so I was on my knees, Blaze still thoroughly locked inside me. The movement made his knot touch new places, and I shivered with pleasure.

I was kneeling, my hands grabbing for Rune’s cock, yanking the towel away.

The mammoth length bobbed just inches away from my face. Looking Rune dead in the eye, I kept my sight on him as I opened my mouth and took every inch of him down my throat.

Usually, I would take some warming up, but heats made everything fit just that little bit easier.

“Cher,” Rune groaned, his hand coming to rest at the back of my head. I smiled around his cock. I wanted him to guide me.

I took my time lapping at the head of his cock between Blaze’s thrusts.

“Fuck my mouth,” I instructed, smiling up at him.

His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’ll smack your leg if it’s too much,” I said sweetly.

Rune looked at me questioningly, but as my smile never faltered, his grip on the back of my head tightened.

Closing my lips around him, I let him take over, thrusting into my mouth, using my throat for his pleasure.

My mind buzzed as my body shook. I needed this. I wanted my alphas to use me, to fill me. Every time Rune thrust into my throat, the muscles of his arms bulging as he did so, my pussy wept even more tart-smelling slick.

We were going to make my nest smell like a goddamned bakery.

Locked on a knot, my throat being used, my mind went gloriously blank. There were no thoughts, just their cocks as they worked me into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Cher, your slick is so strong. Are you getting close from me using that pretty little mouth?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

I nodded—well, as much as I could with a mouth stuffed full of cock.

Rune glanced behind me, probably at Blaze, but I couldn’t tell.

A second later, Blaze’s fingers found my clit and started circling the sensitive nerves.

My vision blurred to white, and there was nothing but them. Nothing but the feeling of my body preparing to fall apart.

It didn’t take me long to come with my mouth on Rune’s cock.

“That’s two.” Blaze chuckled. “I wonder how many times we can make you come before you pass out?”

My body shivered. I didn’t know how many it would take, but I certainly wanted to find out.

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