Rylan keeps stroking my hair, Wolf keeps touching me, keeps murmuring meaningless words in a low voice as he works his cock farther and farther into my ass. And then his hips meet mine and he exhales harshly. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Hold it together.” This from Malachi.
I turn my head to find him kneeling on the other side, watching us with fire in his eyes. Behind him, the flames remains safely in the fireplace but they’ve flared so high, they fill the space completely. How much of that is from when he ate my pussy and how much is from watching Wolf’s cock sink into my ass? I don’t know if I care.
“We’re moving, love.” Wolf bands an arm around my hips and rolls carefully onto his back, taking me with him. It makes him shift inside me, and I can’t stop myself from whimpering. Wolf kisses my temple. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I gasp.
Malachi moves to kneel between my thighs. His cock looks even bigger than it did this morning, and I lick my lips as I stare at it. It couldn’t be clearer what their plans are, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive it. I’m not sure I care. I glance at Rylan and frown. “What—”
“Not yet.”
Malachi braces one hand beside me and Wolf and wraps a fist around his cock. He drags his blunt head through my folds and up to circle my clit. I whimper and writhe, but Wolf grabs my hips and forces me still. His breath is harsh against my temple. “It feels too good when you do that.”
“Thought you could go for days,” Malachi says, but he’s too focused on the sight of his cock rubbing my pussy for the comment to sting. He notches himself at my entrance and then he’s pressing in, in, in.
I can’t breathe.
It’s too much. I’m too full. They’re too big.
I open my mouth to tell them that, to beg them to… I don’t even know. Hurry up? Stop? Something.
Rylan kisses me before I can give the words voice. He devours my whimpers and pleas as Malachi works his thick cock into me in short, steady strokes. I think I’m sobbing. I don’t know. The sensations are so intense, it feels like I’m floating above my body, watching the scene play out. Malachi’s muscles flex as he works himself into me until he’s fully sheathed. And then he goes still, aside from the little tremors that shake his body.
Only then does Rylan lift his head. He moves back enough to grab the knife and use it to slice a deep cut into his forearm, deeper than he cut Wolf or Malachi. He looks at Malachi as he presses his forearm to my mouth. “Now.”
Malachi moves the moment Rylan’s blood hits my tongue. He begins to fuck me in slow, deep thrusts, never quite pulling out all the way before he drives into me again. Beneath me, Wolf doesn’t move, but he doesn’t have to. His cock fills me, adding to the sensation every time Malachi thrusts deep. And the power of Rylan’s blood surges through me, until it feels like my hair is floating around me.
Except…my hair is floating.
And so is Malachi’s.
I can’t see Wolf, and Rylan’s hair is too short to tell, but there’s a weightless feeling to the room, as if we’ve somehow decreased the force of gravity. But that’s impossible. No, this is magic. I can feel it thrumming inside me in time with Malachi’s thrusts. So close to the surface, but not there yet. Something…
Something’s holding it back.
I’m holding it back.
I claw at Malachi’s shoulders. “I need more.” His brows draw together as he looks down at me and then he glances at Rylan. I follow his gaze. Desperation claws its way through me and I find myself reaching out to Rylan. “It’s not enough. I need more. I can’t let go.”
Rylan hesitates. “If—”
“Fuck my mouth.” Under different circumstances, I might enjoy the way his eyes blaze even brighter as shock suffuses his handsome face. Right now, I’m too intensely focused on that feeling of almost. I nod to myself. “Yes, that’s what I need.” If he does that, it will overwhelm me, I’m sure of it. Then maybe this horrible feeling of being almost there will burst. I glare up when I realize Rylan is still hesitating. “Now. Hurry.”
He curses, but then he’s shoving out of his pants and moving to kneel over us. It’s a little awkward, but I don’t care. I wrap my fist around Rylan’s cock and reach for Malachi with my other hand. “Don’t stop.”
Malachi’s expression is almost feral. “I won’t.”
I arch up and tug on Rylan’s cock at the same time, guiding him into my mouth. He’s not quite as long as Malachi and Wolf, but he’s thicker, thick enough I have to work to suck him down. His low curse has me clenching around Malachi, but it’s not enough. I can’t get him deep enough.