Page 58 of Stella

I squeezed my eyes shut, pleasure too intense to bear.

Simon tapped my forearm. “You’re okay, Stella?”

I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

Jerrick wrapped his hands around me, massaging my breasts, and tweaking my nipples, as Evan toyed with my clit.

I let out a hoarse scream, the orgasm breaking me in half with its strength. I clenched hard, black spots hitting my vision as my body helplessly writhed against them.

I shouldn’t have worried. My beta held my hips still, despite my thrashing and they didn’t stop, thrusting inside me through the orgasm until another one, almost as strong, hit me. My entire body spasmed.

Evan groaned as he came. Jerrick thrust harder, finally confident he wouldn’t make me swear off dick forever.

I screamed, raking my nails into Evan’s shoulders. Evan was too out of breath to even give me dirty talk, but he kept holding my hips still as Jerrick and Simon fucked me harder. Simon bit my shoulder, coming hard.

Jerrick slowed down, moving in and out of me so that I felt each inch of him. It dragged me closer to another orgasm.

With a few hard thrusts, Jerrick came, setting me off again.

The three of them started moving again, and I mewled at them, too aroused to think clearly. Each orgasm soothed me, until it wore off and I was desperate again.

“Knot me.” I squirmed, to feel the press of them against me. I’d had double penetration before with my old pack, but it had always felt like I was a bystander, like they were trying to one up each other, and I was an incidental piece of equipment, along for the ride.

Not with them. I was sandwiched between them, and they stroked and kissed every inch of skin. They were doing this because they wantedme, not just hot heat sex with an omega.

“Knot, please,” I gasped. I wanted it, even though it might destroy me, not because I couldn’t handle it physically, but emotionally. The intensity of emotion I felt for these men meant that it was going to hurt so much to walk away from them.

But right now, I didn’t care.

Evan cupped my face and pressed his forehead against mine as Simon pressed deeper inside me. Jerrick caressed my sides and back.

“Evan, now,” I panted.

“I’ll help,” Jerrick growled, guiding my hips down onto Evan.

Evan groaned, arching his back as Jerrick pressed me onto his alpha’s knot.

I cried out, coming again, burying my face in Evan’s chest.

Simon stroked my hair. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”

I couldn’t speak. I shook my head ‘no’ and rocked myself on them. I grabbed at Jerrick’s arm, trying to get him to understand what I needed.

He knew. He dropped his mouth between me and Evan, licking my clit. I cried out as I came again, so hard I couldn’t move, think, or breathe.

Simon came again, his cum spilling out as he pulled out of me.

I floated on bliss, a creature of pure pleasure, time losing meaning. My skin was sticky and hot, but the scent of beachwater-caramel-basil soothed me. I closed my eyes and floated until the waves of euphoria eased enough for me to remember where I was.

Evan purred, a soft rumble in his chest, knot deep inside me. Jerrick lay down to the right and I sighed. Simon shifted to the left, keeping his arm wrapped around my waist so it was one big snuggle.

I gave a happy sigh.

Simon rolled to his hip and stroked his hand down my back. It was so nice and soothing I never wanted it to end.

After another few minutes of contentment, Simon got up and brought some washcloths to clean us up. I was too sleepy to do more than smile at him. My eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and I fell asleep in a cuddle pile with a pack I was only borrowing.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling cold, despite there being two alphas pressed against me under a heavy blanket. I shivered and burrowed under Simon. Jerrick shifted in his sleep on the other side of Evan but didn’t wake up.

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