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But I’m barely holding myself up in the moment, and I need a little break.
It takes a bit for Dom’s knot to go down enough for us to move, and by the time it does, I feel better. Less like a limp noodle. Even if I didn’t, I would keep going. I want to finish what we started.
Dominic pulls out and I wince at the slight soreness and sudden rush of emptiness. He turns me back over onto my back and then leans over me, kissing me once more. I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him and deepening the kiss before I let him pull away.
Tristan moves into the vacated space, ready for his turn.
His eyes are so dark they’re nearly black, and I can only imagine how worked up he is, after watching his packmates fuck and mark me. My heart races, and I’m so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of feeling inside me right now. But it’s easy to focus on Tristan as he comes over and grips my ankles, spreading my legs wide.
“You’re such a mess,” he says, sliding his cock through it. My thighs are smeared with cum, and we’re probably going to have to wash this rug once we’re done here. “I love it. I love you. Fuck, angel, you have no idea. I can’t get enough of you. All day, every day, I just need you.”
“I’m right here,” I choke out. His cock is so big that just the feeling of him grinding against me is enough to have me shuddering with renewed pleasure.
He slaps his cock against my clit, and I cry out, tipping over into another orgasm.
Everything feels so sensitive, so intense, and it’s hard to catch my breath. But I don’t want to stop.
“Please,” I beg him, arching up. “Need you.”
His eyes flash even darker and he nods. He starts to push his cock into me, and as always, it’s a tight, tight fit. He’s so big, and I have to breathe through it as inch after inch disappears into my body.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, reaching up to brush hair away from my sweat damp face. “So well, beautiful girl. All you need to do is keep your eyes on me and feel everything I’m doing to you. I’ll take care of the rest. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, swallowing hard. It’s about all I can do, fucked out and nearly spent as I am. I keep my eyes locked on him though, staring into his gaze as he bottoms out and starts to fuck me.
He’s not gentle, and I wouldn’t have wanted him to be.
His cock batters at me, driving into me again and again. My head is full of the sound of it, the slapping of skin on skin, andthe way it feels like he’s carving me open in the best way. I can’t hide any of that, pleasure playing out on my face. I reach out and wrap my hands around his forearms, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Good girl,” he growls. “That’s perfect. Hold on to me and let me have you.”
It’s the easiest thing in the world to let him have me right now. It’s like I can feel him everywhere, intense and just this side of too much.
“Are you going to come again for me?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t—I don’t think I can,” I pant out.
“You can,” Tristan assures me. “You can do it. One more for me, angel. Show me how much you want to come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
I whine because it’s a struggle, but I take a deep breath and try to focus on how good it feels. His cock is hitting all the right spots, scratching a deep itch inside me. There’s the distant spark of sensation, and I coax it out, wanting to be good for him. Wanting to show him how good he makes me feel.
“Look,” he says, urging me to look down my body. “Look at how well you take me.”
As always, the sight of my pussy stretched around his cock is enough to have me whimpering softly. It never seems like it should fit, but it always does.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Mine, mine, mine. And you always will be.”
I nod along with that vow, caught up in it. “Yours,” I manage on a choked off moan.
“Good.” He reaches down and thumbs my clit roughly and then draws his hand back, slapping it The shock of it sends me over the edge into a screaming orgasm that rips the last bit of pleasure right out of me.
I claw at the rug underneath me, twisting and writhing, and Tristan keeps going, losing his pace as his orgasm hits in a rush.
He scoops me up so I’m half sitting in his lap and then bites down on my shoulder, finally letting go and coming inside me. His knot bulges, and I shudder as that triggers an aftershock of my own climax.
My chest is heaving as I fight for breath, and Tristan slumps over me in the aftermath. Both of us struggle to come down from the high of that pleasure, and when Tristan kisses the mark he left, as well as the ones left by the other two, a shiver runs through me.
“I owe you everything,” he whispers into my ear. “You brought me back to life, from being so closed off to everything. My heart was dead until you. And you brought me not just yourself, but Dominic and Xavier too. My pack.”