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Holy fuck.
I was supposed to ask before doing that.
Lacey whimpers, digging her fingers into my cheek. She doesn’t leave me in limbo for long. The bond explodes in my mind as she works her tight cunt over my cock. Her euphoria comes first, ripping through the newfound connection so violently I groan. My knot swells and pulses, as does my shaft. There’s simply no way to hold on when her pussy wrings my cock like a vise.
A low growl rattles out of my chest, and I empty as deep as I can get inside her. I’m so out of it that I barely remember my teeth are still dug into her lip.
I’m so hazy that I swallow a gulp of her blood before finally swiping my tongue over the bite as I retract my teeth. I give the wound another quick pass, so my saliva will seal it, and cradle her skull.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur against her lips.
She nods, her cheek brushing mine.
“Well, that was entertaining,” Callum says, ruining the perfect moment in time. I growl, and he laughs. “Welcome to the pack, man.”
Grim sends something through the bond. It’s hard to make out when I’m so overwhelmed, but it feels like contentment or happiness. It’s strange to be able to sense all three of them. Though it’s not a bad experience. I think it’ll take a little getting used to, but I’m obsessed with being able to sense Lacey’s thoughts and desires.
She begins to swivel her hips.
Callum snorts. “Not satisfied yet, baby girl? Don’t worry. You’ve got three cocks at the ready.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Lacey
My skin buzzes with pleasure and euphoria. The cramps get bad for a while, but they settle as the guys focus on making me come as many times as possible.
Time is hazy, losing all meaning.
I’ll have to apologize for my atrocious behavior later because I’m a bossy, demanding mess.
Life passes in flashes of concerned looks, dirty talk, and being so full my system hums with bliss. My eyes get heavy, and I snuggle closer to the warm chest under me.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Grim rumbles, brushing his huge hand over my cheek. “You back with us?”
I nod, blinking repeatedly. “Yeah, I think so.” My eyes burn, and my skin isn’t in much better shape. I grind over him, trying to get to his knot, but for whatever reason that just isn’t happening.
“I told you she was mindlessly begging,” Grim growls.
“Yeah, but my fingers are already in her ass, so…” Callum laughs and stretches his fingers, leaning over my back. “You want my cock up your tight ass? Huh, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I choke out, focusing on the extreme feeling of fullness. “Right now!”
Cal chuckles. “I’m doing my best, but I don’t want to risk leaving you sore. Grim has already threatened to rip my balls off.”
“I don’t think it’s even physically possible for you to fit inside her right now. I’m already taking up every bit of room…” Grim grunts. “God, that’s weird as shit.”
“Feeling me touch your dick through Lacey?” Callum asks. “Yeah, it really is.”
“I love it,” I moan.
“That’s all that matters, then,” Wilder coos, pulling my sweaty hair back from my cheek. “Here, while you’re coherent, go ahead and drink a sip of this for me.” He unrepentantly tips a bottle of water to my lips and pours while I sputter, having no choice but to swallow.
“Give her a little more warning next time,” Grim grunts.
“I tried that the last two times, and she refused to drink.” Wilder caps the bottle and tosses it aside.
My gaze rakes down his bare chest, and I whimper, catching sight of his thick cock. The next thing I know, I’m making a mad snatch for it.
