Page 109 of Follow the Rhythm
My knees buckled as he pressed me against the clear evidence of his arousal. I whimpered in the back of my throat. I didn’t feel ferocious anymore; I felt like a quivering mess.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Charlie agreed, his lips on the nape of my neck. He placed his hands over Ellis’s and rocked me against Ellis’s cock. We both gasped at the friction, and my perfume spiked. “We need to get home.”
The walk outside was fraught. With each step my thighs brushed together, which in my current state was enough to cause more than a little flutter of pleasure. The humid summer night air was oppressive, and my floaty dress felt suddenly heavy and itchy.
I heard Charlie muttering something to Ellis, but I couldn’t focus because Charlie was drawing small circles on my wrist with his fingertip. I remembered with perfect clarity how he’d circled my clit the same way. Ellis gathered my hair up in his hands to get it off the back of my neck, and I suppressed a moan as a breeze blew across my overheated skin. My eyes were closed against the lights of the city, which suddenly felt too bright. I buried my face in Charlie’s chest. His sweet scent was making my mouth water.
“I want to go home,” I said blearily.
“Kieran is on his way; he’ll be here soon,” Charlie murmured. He started purring softly. “It’s alright, beautiful.”
Much later than I should have, I realized my heat had arrived, early and without the usual warning, and I was in danger of combusting right there on the sidewalk.
A wave of intense cramping hit me low in the stomach, and I whimpered into Charlie’s chest. His purring grew louder, and Ellis blew cool air against the back of my neck, which was a helpful distraction. I hadn’t had pain like that in years. Had protecting my Alphas from Bea thrown something out of whack? Or was I just finally experiencing the delayed consequences of denying my impulses for the past five years?
“This sucks,” I whined.
“We’ll take good care of you, darling. Kieran’s almost here, and we’ll give you everything you need,” Ellis said.
The thought of my huge yet gentle Alpha caused another round of cramping and a rush of heat. I sobbed a little. I was so hot and so wet, and I needed someone to touch me where I was aching.
“Damn it, she’s burning up,” Charlie said, his voice rumbling through his purr.
“Where the fuck is he?” Ellis said.
“That’s him, thank god,” Charlie said sharply. “Come on, beautiful, let’s get you home.”
Charlie lifted me easily, and then I was in the cool interior of what had to be Kieran’s car. His scent closed around me, enveloped me like a sleeping bag zipping shut, and I took a deep inhale. I was on Charlie’s lap in the backseat, and Ellis slid in next to me.
“What the hell did you do to her?” Kieran growled.
“Just drive,” Ellis snapped. “She’s in pain.”
I whimpered in response. Kieran cursed and sped up, jostling me on Charlie's lap. I keened softly at the faint brush of his cock between my legs and ground into him.
“Someone needs to tell me what’s going on before I lose my mind,” Kieran said.
“She’s in heat,” Charlie said, still purring. “Come on, beautiful, let me help you.”
Kieran cursed again as Charlie turned me so I was facing Ellis and reclining against the door. I let my legs fall open at his touch, one heel on the seat and the other foot on the ground.
“Darling. Look at me.” I opened my eyes. Ellis was there, his eyes almost glowing blue in the car's darkness. He circled my ankle with his hand. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, please, someone fucking needs to,” I panted in frustration.
Ellis smirked, then drew his fingers up and up, his hand disappearing under the skirt of my dress, and right to the aching bud at the apex of my thighs. He drew my panties aside and stroked me softly. I was almost sobbing with relief. “Fucking hell. You’re so wet, darling.”
He gathered some of the slick dripping from my pussy and stroked my clit again. I couldn’t see what he was doing, only the movement of his hand under my dress, which heightened every sensation.
“Is he making you feel good?” Charlie breathed in my ear, dragging his teeth along the outside curve. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure as Ellis sank a finger inside me. My pussy clenched on him.
“Yes,” I gasped. “So good.”
Charlie used his tongue to tease the opening of my ear while Ellis fucked me with his fingers and stroked my clit with his thumb. “I love watching him touch you,” Charlie said, his voice unsteady. He shifted, and his cock, hard and demanding, pressed against my ass. “Fuck, this is too much.”
“Open your eyes,” Ellis murmured. “I want to see you, darling.” I fluttered my eyes open and met his intense gaze. Pleasure was building quickly. When he crooked his fingers inside me and pressed firmly on my clit, I cried out and writhed as my orgasm rushed through me, pressing me more firmly against Charlie’s trapped cock. Slick gushed from me with an obscene sound. Ellis never looked away from my face, and I felt utterly exposed.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I came back to myself a bit. The car was soaked with my scent. Kieran was still cursing under his breath in the front seat and driving much faster than normal.
