Page 29 of The Honor of Being Hers
“You’re not done,” he said.“Not even close.”
She moaned, arching her back.
William moved in behind him, naked now, cock thick and straining.“On your knees,” he commanded, his undeniable authority bleeding through the careful control.
Tyler helped roll her, Ryan returning to pull her upright as William knelt behind her.
He didn’t speak.Just pressed in slow and thick, his cock sliding into her with one deep push that made her cry out again.His rhythm was slower than Ryan’s, more deliberate, like he was mapping the shape of her from the inside.
There was no time to think about their differences as Tyler appeared in front of her and kissed her mouth, then her throat, before standing and letting her pull his cock into her hands.She stroked him eagerly, lips parting as he guided himself into her mouth.
Lauren moaned around him, body shaking as William fucked her from behind, her mouth stretched around Tyler’s cock, her whole body pulsing with need and fullness.
When she came again, it tore through her, made Tyler curse and pull free, stroking himself over her lips.She opened her mouth instinctively, tasting salt and musk as he spilled across her tongue, some landing on her cheek, her chin, marking her thoroughly.
William thrust twice more and followed her into release with a low, feral groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her, locking his large knot so deep it felt impossible.
When William’s knot finally released, Tyler was there immediately, his hands gentle but urgent as he positioned her on her back again.Her body was slick and open, marked by her other Alphas, but still hungry for more.
“My turn properly this time,” he murmured, settling between her thighs.His cock was thick and ready, and when he pressed into her, she was so wet and stretched that he slid home in one smooth thrust.
“Tyler,” she gasped, her hands finding his shoulders.
His rhythm was different from the others, steady and deep, with a tenderness that made her chest ache even as her body responded with desperate need.He leaned down to kiss her as he moved inside her, swallowing her moans and whimpers.
“So perfect,” he whispered against her lips.“So beautiful taking all of us.”
When his knot began to swell, she was already climbing toward another peak.The pressure and stretch sent her over the edge with a broken cry, her body clamping down on him as he groaned and spilled inside her, his knot locking them together.
They stayed joined for long minutes, Tyler pressing soft kisses to her face and neck while she trembled through the aftershocks.When he finally slipped free, they laid her back down again and kissed her skin soothingly.After they had cleaned her once more, she ended up curled around and between them like a newly formed climbing vine.
She was still trembling when Tyler tucked a blanket around her shoulders.
Ryan brushed damp hair from her face.“You’re claimed now,” he said.“You can still back out, but we need you to know that for us, you are ours.We want it all.Scent markings, bonding, your love… Just everything”
Lauren blinked slowly.She could feel them inside her.Around her.Still hard, still wanting, but holding.
“I know,” she whispered.“I’ve been yours.”
14
She didn’t know how long she had slept for.The light in the room had shifted, late now, stretched and low, golden enough to catch on the sweat still drying between her shoulder blades.The sheets beneath her were rumpled and damp, twisted around her legs like evidence of what they’d done.Her body ached, but not in a fragile way.Her thighs were tender, marked with faint bruises from their grips.She could still feel the phantom weight of their hands, their mouths, the stretch and fullness that had left her so completely claimed.
She felt heavy, her core molten and hot, her chest still rising too quickly for how still she lay.
They hadn’t left her.
William was curled at her back; she could feel the solid warmth of his muscular frame against her spine as with one arm draped over her hip, his breath steadily brushed against the nape of her neck.
Ryan sat upright, leaned against the headboard, one hand resting on her ankle where it had crept into his lap in sleep.His broad chest was still bare, defined muscles relaxed but ready.Those sharp green eyes watched her with quiet intensity, and his dark hair fell across his forehead in a way that made her want to brush it back.
Tyler lay at her front, close enough that she could feel the weight of his thigh pressed between hers, grounding her.His sandy brown hair was sleep-tousled, and she could see the gentle concern in his warm hazel eyes even in the dim light.
Lauren blinked slowly, her lashes catching on the dried edge of sweat and tears.There had been so many tears, not from pain, not from shame, but from the way they held her open, the way they stayed even as her body gave out.Salt tracks had dried on her cheeks, and her throat was raw from crying out their names, from begging and pleading and finally breaking apart completely.No one had rushed her.No one had taken more than she offered.She hadn’t known pleasure could feel like that, like being treasured.
Tyler moved when she shifted, his instincts immediately alert to her emotional state.He pressed a kiss to her collarbone before looking up, his perceptive hazel eyes reading her face without speaking.
“I’m still here,” she said softly.
