Atticus’ cock pierces me, splitting me so wide I’m glad I had Zach’s knot first. I sink all the way down to his knot, but he doesn’t try to push deeper.
He’s so long that it’s deep enough to get me off easily.
Combined with Ryder’s teeth on my neck. Ryder’s hands sliding around me to cup my breasts and toy with my nipples, oh God… It’s more than enough.
I ride Atticus, watching his handsome face distort with need and pleasure through my lashes. His gaze is unfocused, his jaw clenched, his lips parted. Handsome as a god, an older Thor, and I almost laugh when I think that he’s fucking me with his hammer.
More like with the handle of this hammer tonight.
And then I forget all about the Nordic gods and their hammers when Ryder’s hand slides between my ass cheeks to stroke my back entrance, a finger dipping inside, and Atticus’ hips surge up. He starts thrusting upward again and again, a low growl caught in his throat, his hands bruising my hips.
Knowing he’s about to come flips a switch in me—one of my alphas, my top alpha is about to come—and I clench deep inside, moaning.
“Ace...”
“Yeah, come for me. Come for me, pretty girl. Come...”
We rock together, and he groans as I gasp and come so hard that black dots float before my eyes. The pleasure rushes down my spine and bows me over so that I slump against his muscular chest. I can feel his cock twitching inside me as he spills, his hands leaving my hips to circle over to my ass and squeeze.
Triggering another cascade of pleasure through me.
And Ryder is still finger-fucking my ass, his teeth scraping over my neck.
“Oh fuck me,” Atticus groans, kissing the top of my head. “I can’t imagine what knotting you will be like. It’s never been so good with anyone in my life.”
“Well, it will have to wait,” Ryder rumbles, “because it’s my turn. Right, Candy girl?”
I’m in a bit of a daze as Ryder hauls me off Atticus’ cock and lap to turn me around.
Pulling me into his own lap.
“Look at me,” he says, gripping my chin and my gaze travels over his tattooed chest, all those mermaids and anchors inked on his skin, the names and memories he chose to cherish despite the pain they bring with them. “Tell me if you want this now. I can wait for another day. I can wait for as long as you need. Not everything has to be achieved in one evening.”
“I want you,” I tell him, meeting his gaze and smiling. I run my hands up his naked, inked chest. “Tonight. Now.”
“I won’t insist.” He gives a sharp grin. “Been dying to bury myself in you again. Have you in my arms. Pleasure you until you moan my name.”
“No more screaming your name, then, for everyone to hear?”
“That will come. Not tonight, though. Some nights are made for wild sex and some for loving you, and this is where I love you.”
“Won’t you always love me?” I whisper.
His grin turns into a soft smile. “Forever and ever. Love expresses itself in different ways.”
“Will you love me with your cock?”
He snorts. “For as long as you like.”
“Then do it.” I lick my lips. “Lie back and let me ride you, Ryder.”
He lifts his hands in mock surrender, though his expression is serious. He’s surrendering to me for real. “Have me any way you want me, baby.”
He lies back on the mattress, a map of perfectly sculpted planes and valleys, the bold dark lines of his ink distracting me as I bow over him, my breasts swaying.
So beautiful.
Mine.
