Page 148 of With A Little Luck
“That is never going to get old,” Ridge groans, reaching around to tease my clit.
He sends something through the bond. It’s hard to decipher exactly what that emotion is when my head is hazy, but it almost feels like yearning.
The bond is instinctual, but it doesn’t come with an instruction manual. I focus on sending him my desire for him in return and pray it works.
“I want you too. Both of you.” My hand is wet with slick, and I grab Hartley’s shaft, doing my best to jerk him. His sticky tip bounces around my stomach, and I work on trying to find a rhythm. He’s so hard in my palm, but so is Ridge as he stretches my pussy to what feels like its limit.
“You’ve got us, beautiful,” Hartley murmurs. “Enjoy the moment. No rushing things your body isn’t ready to accommodate.”
All of that sounds very rational, but I kinda want to be irrational at the moment.
I could spin around, and Hartley could totally stand on the mattress behind Ridge. If he were at that height, I bet I could get him into my mouth.
The thought makes my mouth water, and my body sizzles. Something is very wrong with my system because all it can seem to focus on is how hot it would be if they took turns jerking off on my face and tits.
“Goddamn,” Ridge hisses.
I’ve been clenching my inner walls at the thought of that naughty little fantasy. I relax and focus on riding him, but my cheeks heat.
Slick sounds fill the air with every gyration of my hips.
Their warm skin feels almost cool against mine, and sweat breaks out on my forehead and between my breasts. Hopefully I get my endurance back after I give birth because this is embarrassing.
I’m doing the best I can, but dammit, my thighs burn.
Despite my exhaustion, the pleasure building under my skin spurs me on, and I swear Ridge’s crown ends up firmly lodged around my ribs. I don’t care if it’s physically impossible. It happens.
I’ve never felt as full as I currently do, and that’s the best way I can think to describe it.
“Such a beautiful, sweaty mess.” Hartley licks and sucks away the light sting his teeth leave on my throat, and he moves to teasing my other breast. “All I can smell is your pussy. It’s about to do my fucking head in.”
“Her pussy is about to do me in,” Ridge grunts. His desire and need to come fill the bond, proving they aren’t just empty words.
Feeling his emotions only seems to heighten my own need. The bond is crazy and overwhelming at times, but it’s the most intimate connection I’ve ever experienced.
My pheromones tinge the air, and both alphas let out wicked growls in response. Having both of them surrounding me helps me feel safe in such a spacious room.
Could I talk them into spending the next six weeks exclusively in the nest? It would feel safer and smell more strongly of them at all times.
Ridge continues teasing my clit and leans his mouth close to my ear on the opposite side from Hart. “That’s it. Keep grinding just like that. You’re going to soak up every drop of my cum like the naughty little omega you are.” The low timbre of his voice sends a shiver through my system, and he picks that exact moment to pinch my clit. “Scream for us, Mama.”
He’s still injured.
I know better than to fall against his chest as pleasure rips through my nerve endings, but I’m not even sure this is real life. Embarrassing sounds spill from my lips, and I lock down on his length.
Ridge’s shaft swells to nearly painful proportions, but it also amps up my bliss. His knot brushes my lower lips with every swivel and grind of my hips.
My skin is oversensitive by the time I come back to reality.
“You good?” Hartley asks.
“Yeah,” Ridge says, sounding winded.
I open my eyes, but that doesn’t help much with how hazy everything is. At some point, I dropped Hartley’s cock, and I make a mad grab for it.
He pulls his hips back and lifts me. “Spin around to face Ridge.”
I hear the words, but my body makes no move to comply.
