Fletcher pulled my leg over his hip as he licked his way down my throat. Copeland cradled my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.
“Oh!” I gasped, my body responding to their every touch.
“That’s better,” Linc praised.
I glanced at him over Fletcher’s shoulder and licked my lips as I caught sight of the tent in his pants. There was no denying the man was built to please. Linc realized what I was looking at and, rather than shifting positions to hide it, he unbuttoned his jeans. He let them slip down just enough to free his erection.
Linc’s eyes locked with mine. “Tell us what you want.”
I hesitated.
“You had no problem giving orders while you were waving a knife around in the burrow. Would it help if I got you another blade?” Copeland shifted his hips, pressing his hardened length against my butt.
Fletcher hissed as the move caused me to grind against him. “Tell us what you want.” His fingers tightened in my hair.
Channeling the confident woman I’d been on my mission, I met Linc’s challenging gaze. “I want to watch you stroke yourself while Fletcher fills me.”
Without taking his glowing eyes from mine, Linc gripped his cock and ran his hand slowly up its length, veins bulging… and I didn’t just mean in his arm.
“Fletcher,” I rasped his name, squirming against him. “Hurry!”
The rabbit shifter slid a hand between our bodies, unbuttoning his pants. His erection sprung free with the eager energy of the Easter Bunny on Easter morning.
Fletcher lined himself up with my entrance, guiding himself inside me one slow inch at a time. Blinking hard, I tried to uncross my eyes so I could watch Linc.
My blood flushed with heat, then chills, as pleasure and lust shot through my body. I reached behind me, fumbling with Copeland’s pants. Saying nothing about my clumsy attempts, Copeland shoved his jeans over his hips. I found the prize I was seeking.
Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked, enjoying the feel of the silken steel against my skin. Copeland groaned, his hips jerking forward.
Fletcher rested his palm on my butt, tucking me against him as his hips found a steady rhythm. My hand kept pace as it moved along Copeland’s length. Linc matched us as he continued to stroke his cock. We were in perfect sync, and I loved it.
Our breathing grew ragged, and Fletcher’s fingers dug into my skin. “I can’t hold out much longer, love.”
“Then don’t,” I gasped.
That was all he needed to pick up the pace. He rocked faster, burying himself deeper with each thrust. The need for release grew heavy in my belly. When his hips shifted slightly and he stroked my G-spot just right, my orgasm exploded without warning.
I tried to scream his name, but no sound came out, and my eyes rolled so far, I thought I could see the back of my brain. My body clamped around Fletcher, milking him as pulses of pleasure traveled through me.
“Charlee.” Fletcher buried his face in my hair and groaned my name. “You feel so good, love.”
Lost in my explosive climax, I forgot I held Copeland’s erection in my tightly clenched hand, until he roared my name and I felt his release splash my skin.
Panting and greedy, I watched as Linc’s muscles strained and his cock jerked in his grip. He never broke eye contact as he joined us in riding the aftershocks of our orgasms. The man was completely unembarrassed as he let me soak in the sight of him.
I’d never felt so powerful or desired as I did in that moment, basking in the love of my mates.
“If you start feeling overwhelmed or tired, tell us, okay?” Copeland wrapped a blanket around my legs. “I don’t care if the alpha requested your presence. We’ll get you out of there immediately.”
“Would you stop fussing?” Laughing, I batted his hand away. “I’m a big girl and can handle myself. Which reminds me, is this wheelchair really necessary? My legs still work.”
“You’ve been in a hospital room for over a week. We’re not going to risk exhausting you the first day Dr. Blaine is allowing you out of here,” Fletcher explained.
“I don’t like it when the three of you gang up on me. You guys get so bossy,” I playfully huffed.
“If you prefer, I’ll be happy to carry you,” Linc offered.
My cheeks warmed. It was embarrassing enough that I was going to be wheeled in front of the alpha. But to be carried infront of him? With our size difference, it would look like Linc was carrying a kid instead of his bonded mate.
