And he didn’t stop there. He kept going until my entire body was trembling, my nails digging into his arms. His lips brushed mine intermittently, but he couldn’t focus on kissing me and fucking me at the same time. We both needed him to focus on fucking me more.
“Fuck, little omega,” West grunted. “You’re even better than I imagined. Clenching so tight on me… I don’t want to come, because then it’ll be over.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Over? No way. With you all taking turns, we can go all night.”
He groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he was pushed to the edge of his control. I kissed him desperately, another climax building in my core. His cock pushed all the right buttons inside me, and it wouldn’t take much more to shove me over the edge.
All I needed was for him to come, to prove to me that he was in this with me for good, despite our shaky start.
“Talia…” He moaned my name.
Iscreamedhis.
I felt the tension in his body reach a peak and then release all at once as he came. His knot pressed into me, filling me almost to the point of pain as it swelled and locked us together. My core fluttered around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending I had.
West slumped over me with a satisfied groan, holding me tightly against him. I relaxed into his embrace and took deep breaths of his wool and smoke scent as my body came down from the high—but I didn’t stay satiated for long.
I needed more.
Luckily, my pack wasn’t done with me yet. Mercer smacked West’s shoulder when his knot had deflated and freed us from each other. Then, he maneuvered me out from under West and hauled me up the bed as his packmate grumbled.
“Ready for round two, sweetheart?”
My legs trembled and cum dripped out of me, but I nodded eagerly. Conrad sat off to the side, naked and flushed, his hard cock dripping in his hand. Mercer hadn’t yet taken off his damn pants—typical.
When he grabbed the shirt I’d been wearing, I got the sense he wouldn’t be taking his pants off for a while longer.
“Give me your hands.”
I lifted them, wrists pressed together.
He wrapped the shirt around my wrists and tied it twice, binding me. I tried to move my arms apart but the restraint held tight, keeping my movement at his mercy. He lifted my arms above my head, positioning me to lay down on my back.
“Is that alright?” he asked gently.
“Yes. And I remember the safe word, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Let me know immediately if anything upsets you,” he commanded.
I nodded, and he leaned in to give me a single chaste kiss. My body was covered in goosebumps from the sudden lack of contact, the trembling in my limbs diminishing as the sweat dried on my skin.
Desire burned in me; a need to touch and be touched. Mercer was never going to make it that easy for me, though.
He pulled away after the single kiss. He cupped my chin in his hand before running a finger down my throat and then teasing across my shoulder. His lips trailed along my collarbone next, tongue flicking out to taste me. I arched into the touch for a second, but then my heart rate inexplicably kicked up into a gallop.
Benjamin’s bondmark throbbed beneath its bandage, pain snaking out from the site in thin tendrils.
I whined in distress, and Mercer was retreating from me before I even had to think about using the safe word. He reachedfor the restraint, prepared to undo it immediately, but I shook my head.
“No, keep it. It was just…” I swallowed hard. “Your mouth. By my neck. By the…” I trailed off.
His sandalwood and brown sugar scent wrapped around me as he moved close again. He kissed just below my collarbone, trailing down until he’d latched onto my nipple, tongue swirling around it once. “Is this better?” he asked.
“Keep going. I’ll... I’ll tell you.”
He lavished attention on my breasts and my panic faded, tension flooding out of my body. The arousal I’d felt when he’d first started touching me came back tenfold, and I moaned. “Yes, this is better.”
He didn’t stop to reply.
