My whole body shivered at the implications of those words, Conrad’s skilled fingers teasing me closer and closer to the edge. Slick dripped down my thighs, core aching with the need to come.
When I was riding the edge of bliss, West pushed forward. He forced me to take his length as deep as he desired, his hold keeping me in place.
Mercer sucked hard on my nipple, and the abundance of sensations made my pussy flutter and pulse with release.
“There we go.” Conrad ran his lips down my spine as he purred the words. “That’s one. How many will you end up with tonight, hm?”
He chuckled when I impatiently pushed my hips back, but didn’t wait longer to give me what I was asking for.
His cock slid into my pussy right as West pulled out from my mouth. I groaned, my arms growing weak beneath me, but Mercer held me up so I didn’t collapse onto him.
It took me a second to adjust to the new waves of pleasure, but once I had, all I wanted was more. More of West’s cock pushing the limits of how much I could fit. More of Conrad’s rough thrusts. More of Mercer’s attention on my breasts.
Conrad grunted, slamming inside me again. I jolted forward, and West’s cock slipped down my throat.
He cursed loudly, using my hair to keep me there. I swallowed around his length, figuring out how to breathe around him. My eyes were teary by the time he slid free. “Fuck, was that alright?” he asked, panting.
“Yes, more.” I dug my nails into his thigh, trying to pull him back.
His hand gripped my hair tighter than before, using it as a handle to move my head right where he wanted it. Conrad and West fucked me in unison, leaving my mouth and pussy fuller than I thought possible one second, and achingly empty the next.
I lost myself to how good it felt to be ravished and adored by my pack.
They were quick to pull another orgasm from me, and Conrad gave in to the pleasure shortly after. I clenched down around him, instincts driving me to shove back onto his knot so his cum wouldn’t slide out of me. But I had another mate I needed inside of me, and I didn’t want to wait.
Conrad collapsed with a desperate groan, trailing kisses up my spine. He got close enough to my neck that I stiffened, but he noticed instantly and moved his ministrations back downward.His cock slid out of me, softening, letting a mess of cum and slick spill down my thighs.
“Fuck me, that was good.” He sprawled out on the bed, cheeks flushed.
I pulled off of West’s cock, breathing heavily. “Mercer.” All I did was say his name, but he knew exactly what I wanted.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not done with you yet,” Mercer growled.
Mercer moved me where he wanted me easily. My hips went down, core sliding along his length, and my torso was pushed upright—which my wrists thanked him for. West moved to the side to make it easier for me to lean down and take him into my mouth again.
Which I did immediately.
I wasn’t going to give him a chance to run. Not when I saw the pleasure in his dark eyes and could practically taste how close he was to release. I wanted to give him everything. I could handle that, despite his doubts.
“Good girl.” West re-gripped my hair, pushing my lips further over his length than I’d managed before.
I didn’t know how, but I didn’t gag. Moaning around his length, I peered up at him and tried to tell him with my eyes alone that I really liked what he was doing. That he should keep going. Again, he pulled me almost all the way off his cock, then shoved me back down.
Mercer grabbed my hips and slid me down onto his length.
I was a mess, held by my two alphas, every move controlled by them, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. At my side, I felt Conrad’s touch along my waist, reminding me he was still there.
Using one hand to help me bounce myself on his cock, Mercer slid his other between my thighs. His fingers found my clit with unerring accuracy, rubbing in time with my riding.
My eyes closed, one hand braced on Mercer’s chest and the other grabbing West’s ass to keep him as close as possible. The pleasure built rapidly, but the peak didn’t feel satisfying enough. It was a tiny orgasm, barely a release.
But another started to build almost immediately. It took its time, ratcheting up a hint with every thrust from Mercer and West. They were building at the same pace as I was. When they came, I would too.
Grabbing my chin, his other hand still using my hair as a handle, West tilted my head slightly upward. “Open your eyes, princess,” he commanded. “I want you looking at me when we come.”
I managed to open them, half-lidded and my vision hazy from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Good girl.”
