“Son of a biiiii—Ahhhh…” I sighed. Saige popped off of her demon and leaned up, capturing my mouth with hers as Bram pumped my cock. “Yessss,” I hissed. The sensations were overwhelming and absolutely fantastic.
“Good. Now, make her scream on my dick, Baby Fang. Fuck her good.” Bram took her chin in his hand and pulled her in for a scorching kiss before directing her mouth where he wanted it. I positioned myself behind her and ran my cock between her lips, loving the way the heat and wetness felt.
Paradise. This was paradise.
Her hips pushed back against me so I pushed forward. Her pussy swallowed my cock like our bodies had been starved for this connection, this joining. My hands gripped her hips and my head fell back as I exhaled sharply.
“So good...so good.”
“Now, start moving. Give it to her, man,” Bram said, his words coming out between clenched teeth. “Goldie, that's it. Take it. Fuck, you're gorgeous.”
I pulled back and drove forward again, testing the motion and finding that I really fucking liked it. My pace started to pick up, the sound of me pounding into her getting louder with each thrust of my hips. She started to squeeze my dick, causing my balls to tighten, and I cursed. Her moans and squeals were driving me wild. Every time Bram threw in a “fuck” or “shit,” my orgasm edged closer and closer.
“Touch her clit. I'm gonna come,” Bram groaned out to me, and I snaked my hand between Firefly’s legs to press against her clit. I swear to the stars it was like an on button. The fluttering I'd felt earlier around my fingers was nothing compared to the absolute clamping that was now happening around my cock.
“Mmph.” I tried to speak but couldn't. Lightning zipped down my spine, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as I felt myself empty deep within my mate, her blissed-out gasps the perfect soundtrack.
“Yesss, little mama. I'm gonna fill you up so good,” I promised, continuing to slowly rock my hips.
She laughed, resting her cheek against Bram's thigh. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
“Perfect for us,” Bram whispered, gently caressing her shoulder while I gave her a few more thrusts, wanting to prolong the moment. When I softened enough that I could no longer physically be inside her, I squatted down and spread her ass wide. A full body shiver swept over me as I watched my cum begin to trickle out and slide down her thigh.
“Let me up, Viper,” she said teasingly, standing upright and stretching her arms up toward the ceiling.
“You okay down there?” Bram looked down at me with a grin on his sexy face.
“I've never seen anything so... I've never felt this feeling of…”
Fuck, I wasn't making any sense.
Firefly reached down, offering her hand. I took it and stood, our bodies pressing together once more. “How did it make you feel, Faris? We want to know,” she said softly, brushing my wayward curls from my eyes.
I glanced between her and Bram, suddenly completely overwhelmed with this feeling. I knew why I'd never felt it before.
“Tell us, Baby Fang. How do you feel?” Bram asked, encouraging me to find my voice.
“Whole. I feel... whole.”
After the intense sex with Bram and Faris, I took another quick shower and then collapsed into bed. Sloane was in the middle with Fischer on his other side, his head resting on Sloane’s chest. They were completely out, snoring softly. We hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep in Besmet—the ground didn’t make for the most comfortable of naps. At least I’d gotten enough rest to regain enough power to open the portal and get us back home. I knew Cam was still upset, but I'd been expecting as much. I wasn't sure what our conversation was going to be like when it finally happened.
I snuggled up to Sloane, and in his slumber, his arm came around me and held me close. Sleep came for me as I listened to his heartbeat thumping steadily.
When I woke up later, Sloane and I were wrapped around each other like a couple of pretzels. He was still sleeping, and I peered over to find Fischer no longer in bed with us. Rolling onto my back, I stretched and glanced over to the window. The sun was setting, the dusky lighting spilling through the window. Hues of oranges, pinks, and purples swirled on the horizon. We'd been asleep for hours and I was thankful the guys were letting us rest.
Sloane shifted, rolling toward me on his side. His face was so relaxed and boyish when he slept, like all of the trauma he'd been through in his life couldn't touch him. He was going to be an amazing father. All of my men would be—I had no doubt. In a way, I knew Sloane would go above and beyond for any children in his life because he'd been let down so horribly by his own father.
And Bram... An image flashed in my mind of him swinging around a little girl with long red hair, as she squealed and he laughed. Cam would be the kind of dad who hovered, always protective of his kids—the way he was with all of us. Fischer would be the easiest for the kids to go to if they needed to talk; his affinity would make it easy for him to understand in a way that none of us could. As for Kai... I chuckled to myself. I could see him completely buried under a pile of children, laughing and pretending to growl. And Faris? Well, Faris was going to lose his mind when he found out. He'd already expressed his interest in seeing me pregnant.
“P–please…”
Sloane's strangled voice drew me out of my daydreams. I looked over at him to find his face, which had been peaceful just moments ago, now pinched and red.
“Don't. Don't touch her!” he growled, and my heart broke. Instinct told me he was reliving whatever he’d witnessed in Besmet.
“Sloane,” I said gently.
He didn't respond, but his breathing sped up considerably and a hoarse cry came from his mouth. “Sorry... Red.”
