Page 152 of Coco and the Misfits

Wrapping my legs around his muscular thighs, I cling to him and we rock gently together. The pleasure floods and ebbs, and he shudders with his own release. Once. Twice. Three times.

“She responds like an omega,” someone says and I’m not sure whether it’s Atticus or Ryder. “Good girl.”

And I come again helplessly, moaning Zach’s name.

Nothing has ever felt so right.

“Are you with me, beautiful?”

I blink and I find Atticus bowed over me. Zach’s knot lasted a while and I’m still dazed by the experience. The bite in my neck throbs, but the heat in my blood lingers.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Ryder says. “Zach fucked her into a coma.”

“I’m awake,” I protest. “I want you.”

“Hell. We’ve created a monster.” Ryder chuckles, and I smile at the sound. “Are you high, babe?”

Oh, I’m high. High on pleasure and contentment and love. “Come here…”

“As you command,” Ryder says, still chuckling, and scoots closer. “Zach is out for the count, just for your information.”

“So who fucked who into a coma, huh?” I wink at him and now both Atticus and Ryder are laughing.

“Good point,” Atticus concedes. “But what about you? Are you out for the count?”

“No way. Give it to me.” I don’t care if I’m slurring my words. I feel drunk. Drunk on them. “Both of you. Your cocks, your knots, your bites. You said it. Tonight we become a pack.”

“I like hearing you say it,” Ryder growls in my ear. He grabs my arm and pulls me to sit up. “Say it again.”

“I want your cocks, your knots. Your bites.”

“And the other part.”

“We become a pack. Tonight.”

“Damn,” Atticus breathes and kisses me. I’m held between the two of them, Atticus plundering my mouth while Ryder pulls my tangled hair up and kisses my neck, sending shivers of sensation down my back and into my belly.

“We don’t have to knot you tonight,” Atticus murmurs against my lips. “We won’t hurt you, sweetheart, even if you want us to. But we can fuck, and we can mark one another.”

“Then do it,” I murmur back. “Mark me. Take me. Don’t worry about me, I won’t break.”

“You won’t,” he breathes. “Such a perfect little omega.”

God, they own my heart. Whether they knot me tonight or not, whether I enjoy it as much as someone else would, it doesn’t matter to me. They treat me the way I asked them to, they see me the way I see myself, while being gentle and careful not to harm me.

It’s what I’d dreamed of. What I was about to give up on.

They are amazing.

And they start stroking me, stoking the fire all over again, playing with my nipples, my clit, rubbing their thumbs in and out of my pussy, toying with my ass.

“You’re so hot and ready,” Atticus groans. “I need you, love.”

“I need you, too.” I wind my arms around his corded neck and climb into his lap. “Let’s do this.”

His cock is veined and thick, and his knot is bigger than Zach’s. Not taking it today might be a good idea. One day, though. One day I’ll be knotted by all three of them.

He enters me with excruciating slowness. Impatient, I lower myself, sinking onto his hard-on and he growls like a wounded animal. Then Ryder molds himself to my back, his mouth finding the back of my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh, and I hiss.

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