Page 197 of Altius
We were just getting started.
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Staring down at Joaquin’s triumphant leer as he fucked me hard enough to nearly dislodge Alijah’s cock from my ass, I realized the lingering impressions of my heat hadn’t been hormone-fueled exaggerations.
Not only were they explosive together, but they were determined to get me off as many times as possible.
I was inundated with a constant stream of Alijah’s pleading kisses. He never stopped stroking my bare skin or praising me.
Joaquin could spur me higher with a single tweak of a nipple.
And then there was the masterful way they used their mating bond to plan their next move, shifting one leg higher, nipping at my neck just so, rubbing my clit at the precise moment to make me explode.
What had started as a mission to make Alijah beg for mercy had backfired in the most spectacular, mind-blowing way.
I wasn’t complaining.
If anything, I hoped the two of them used every advantage they’d gained during my heat to keep me floating in this euphoric haze for another hour or three.
But Joaquin, despite his copious amounts of devilish charm, was only human. All too soon, his resurgent knot pressed against my entrance.
“Ready, babe?” he asked, eyes darting between Alijah and me, expecting us both to answer to the same pet name.
Alijah plastered the length of his sweaty chest against my back and dug his chin into my shoulder. He anchored himself with one arm wrapped tightly around my middle, while the other hand twined together with my fingers, sinking deep into their plaid bedspread.
“Do it,” he panted against my skin, thrusting as deep inside as he possibly could. “Knot us both—together.”
Locking my hips in a punishing grip, Joaquin surged forward, turning the already-present sensation of fullness into overwhelming pressure. Wanton cries filled the room as they poured everything into me, pulse after pulse, blazing hot like a brand.
An unspoken claim.
Alijah finished first, a shivering wreck slumped heavily against me, pouring incoherent moans into the curve of my neck.
“Wow. T-that’s tight, so fucking tight,” he mumbled. “Never knew… God damn. Feeling you both like this…”
I looked at Joaquin in silent panic. “You two haven’t ever…?”
Alijah laughed against my hair. “I can’t take a knot.”
“We’ve been waiting,” Joaquin said, giving me an indulgent smile as he ran a teasing finger through the valley of my breasts, meandering its way down my trembling stomach and hips, to where we were so intimately locked together. “For you.”
“Lie down,” I said absently, unable to process the weight of their words. What had started as a bit of escapism had taken a hard left into uncharted territory. “I need to lie down.”
Sandwiched between them, overflowing with cum and confusion, I stared at Joaquin’s tattooed chest while the mates exchanged lazy kisses above my head, overly aware of the dense knot fusing us together—all three of us—a tight yet perfect fit.
After a few false alarms, when the subtle shift of my hips or a breathy sigh from Alijah was enough to return Joaquin’s knot to full hardness, it finally deflated.
Joaquin gave me a prolonged kiss, flavored with unchecked possession, before withdrawing. “I’ll start the shower. Alijah, you got her?”
“Yeah,” Alijah said softly, his face buried in my shoulder.
A few moments later, Joaquin’s naked form was faintly visible through the glass-block wall of their bathroom. The sound of water striking tile echoed throughout the room.
Alijah snuggled closer. “Was… Was that too much?”
Angling my head, I gave the corner of Alijah’s mouth a reassuring kiss. “I feel like I should be asking you that.”
“I—I wanted it,” Alijah murmured. “We held back during your heat because we weren’t on the same page. Not like now.”
