Sam pulled away, gasping for air.
Tayte stepped up.
Celeste looked up at him, her skin flushed with blood. “Tayte… I…”
“I know, sweetheart. Get on your knees. We’re all here.”
She rolled off the pillows, her soft skin shining with a thin film of sweat and her legs shook as she stood, then turned and knelt on the bed for him.
Presenting to the Alpha.
“I think she needs all three of us to make her come. Don’t you sweetheart?”
Celeste pressed her face into the mattress and said, “I don’t know. I don’t know…”
She was practically sobbing.
“Dane, Sam, touch her, push her to the highest limits.”
Sam and I knelt either side of her and began to kiss her.
Her neck, her back.
I reached beneath her and cupped her breasts, the soft flesh filling my palm.
Sam reached behind her and thrust his fingers into her.
She cried out and gasped.
Tayte was stroking himself, getting ready for her.
“My turn.”
Sam withdrew his fingers and I lay down beside out mate, biting on her shoulder and licking her ear.
I heard the grunt and felt the thrust as Tayte filled her up.
“More. Please.” Celeste begged.
He wasn’t moving, I realised.
But at Celeste’s request he began to fuck her.
Their bodies banged together until she was screaming out to him.
I reached under and worked her swollen clit with my fingers, in circles.
Over and over.
Sam lay down in front of her and kissed her face and neck.
They she began to arch and gasp, her whole body bowing up into one long crescendo of sound.
And then it released like an arrow hitting centre.
She shook and shuddered and cried out. Grabbing hold of me and Sam, anchoring herself with all three of us.
I looked over at Sam, who was holding her hand too. That’s when I felt the connection flowing between all four of us.