Page 89 of Depraved
My eyes close when the alpha’s finger comes up—the world around me fades away. The fact that we’re in my attic nest is somewhere in the back of my mind, but if the guys were to wheel me out into a stadium full of people right now, I wouldn’t fucking care—I’m that far gone. Trembling, quaking sensations take over my body as Jonah sucks my clit between his lips again and Black’s finger edges inside me.
When Black thrusts upward, the tight thrill tosses me into the air, and I shatter, coming apart at the seams. My mouth yanks back from Jonah’s cock, and I howl in wild pleasure as both my mates work faster and faster, drawing the sensation out, making smoke creep behind my eyes and blot out the entire world so that all I can feel is the bliss they’re bestowing.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like. This. An omega and her two mates and pleasure, pleasure beyond anything I ever dreamed of. It feels like my mate bonds glow warm on my neck as I hit that pinnacle, and the heat from them surges down my body to make me come a second time with a whimpering shudder.
Oh my god.
Two mates.
Every woman should get two mates.
That was incredible.
As I slump back on the swing, utterly exhausted, Black adds a second finger to stretch me, and somehow the burn of that stretch is subsumed by the afterglow. He plays with me and opens me up more, but I just bask in the floaty feeling from the swing and the double orgasm.
Magic.
I hear my men moving and muttering logistical things about how they’re going to fuck me, but I don’t look up. I’m spent and limp. At this point, they can use me any way they want.
“I think that’s enough with the swing for tonight,” Black says from where he stands next to me. Gratefully, I drop the straps, which were beginning to make my arms ache.
Jonah scoops me out of the swing and carries me over to the mattress. But instead of setting me down next to him, he sits down with me on his lap and asks, “Will you straddle me?”
I nod dully, mind still not entirely functional as I make my limbs comply. I love the feel of his skin, the heat of him, the hard planes of his muscles. My hands drift lovingly over them as Jonah slowly lays back, and I scoot up slightly on my knees until I’m poised just above him. Then I slide down. So sensitized, just having him slide inside of me causes a rush of effervescent lust to rush through me.
I lean forward onto my hands above him, and he starts to knead my breasts. Even though I’m not thrusting or grinding, I’m already sneaking toward that edge again.
The fact that I’m here, in my safe and cozy nest, fucking my two mates, just brings that edge even closer.
As if my thoughts summoned him, a second later, Black’s front brushes against my spine, and I gasp. His beard scratches the side of my ear as he gruffly says, “I need you to spread a little more, princess. Why don’t you reach back and hold that ass open for me.”
Jonah’s hands lock onto my breasts and keep my chest upright as my own hands move backward and grab my cheeks. Even though I comply and pull myself apart, I ask in a tight voice, “You aren’t going to try the knot?” Because that worries me.
His big hand caresses my spine. “No, little wolf. No knot. That’s for your pussy only. That’s for when I want to breed you and fill you up with my babies.”
Jonah’s hands tighten on my breasts as Black says that, and my Murky’s eyes flash gold. My beta loves the idea of breeding me just as much as Black does. “Jonah and I are going to do that too … make that pussy a white, creamy mess. But not tonight. Tonight, I just want you to have both your mates at once. But I’m taking this ass first. It’s mine.” An alpha growl erupts from Black—but I can’t even fault him. He’s doing such a good job of sharing me.
I nod, giving in to him, pulling myself even farther open as Jonah moves his hands slightly, spreading his fingers wide but then closing them so that my nipple ends up pinched between his pointer and middle fingers.
“Good. Now hold still.”
Black draws out the tension by slowly circling my hole with his cock before teasing my entrance with the hot tip. I tense several times, expecting him to surge forward, but he doesn’t.
“Rise up on your knees a little more, Elena. Come off Jonah’s cock just a bit.”
I push myself upward until Jonah’s less than halfway inside me.
“Good girl,” Black praises. “Now, your job is to make sure you’re fair. We both get to be inside you the same amount.” That’s when he presses against me, going slow, pushing just the tip through the tight ring of muscle and filling me up. It stings, and I clench my teeth, but more slick gushes from me, and Black pulls back out, gathering that sticky wetness from my thighs and coating himself again.
“Your omega body is made to take it, little wolf. Just relax.” He pushes in again, and this time the entrance is much easier … not quite pleasant, but better. He waits and lets me adjust to the full feeling of two cocks inside of me, separated only by a thin barrier.
It’s so much to take, and yet, somehow, not quite enough.
Both men swivel their hips, not going deeper, just exploring inside me, feeling the tightness they’ve created.
“God, Elena.” Jonah’s head tips back as sensation starts to overwhelm him.
“You’d better fucking start to move, princess, or I’m going to,” Black threatens.
