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Penelope
There’s something deep and almost primal about that groan, and I look at Tristan, trying to really see him.
He looks strained, and the bulge in his pants is even bigger now, like his clothes can barely contain it. It’s like he’s already close to the edge, ready to fall apart. He takes short, unsteady breaths, his composure starting to fray a little bit at the seams.
Dominic and Xavier follow my gaze, looking at their fellow Alpha—their packmate.
“You’re missing out,” Xavier says. “She feels so fucking good, you have no idea. It’s one of those things you just have to experience for yourself.”
“And she tastes fucking amazing,” Dominic chimes in. “Even better than she smells.”
Tristan’s nostrils flare, like he’s testing the air for my particular scent, and it seems like what Dominic said is hitting home for him.
Xavier chuckles, his perceptive eyes picking up on all of it. “Are you gonna help her or are you just going to stand over there and jerk off while we take care of her?”
I whimper softly, and all of them look back to me. Something like understanding passes through Xavier’s gaze, and I can tellhe knows that the sound was in response to them talking about Tristan joining in.
I can’t deny I want it.
Xavier grins wickedly, glancing at Dominic. “She wants all of us, you know,” he says. “That’s why she called us. She wants us to help her while she’s in heat.”
“She wants us all to fuck her,” Dominic says shortly. “You saw how worked up she got when Xavier and I were passing her back and forth. She likes it. Don’t you?”
The last bit is directed at me, and I blink, trying to find my voice.
“Go on, shortcake,” Xavier says. “Tell Tristan how much you want him. I mean, I’m sure him watching and giving orders is nice and all, but you want more than that, don’t you?”
I lick my lips and swallow hard. “Y-yes,” I say. “I want it.”
“Tell him,” Dominic instructs. “Let him hear it.”
My eyes find Tristan’s. “I want you. I want you so much. Please?”
Through it all, Xavier and Dominic are still touching me. Dominic plays with my breasts, smearing his cum between them, and Xavier is still knotted inside me. Every time one of us shifts, his knot pulls at my entrance, making me clench down on it, reminding me how big it is and how full I am.
“What do you want?” Tristan asks.
I can’t even think of anything to say, other than the truth. I open my mouth, and maybe it’s the heat making me so honest, but it all comes spilling out of me.
“I’ve imagined how you would touch me,” I admit. “Rough, barely controlled.”
“Does that scare you?” he wants to know.
I shake my head. “You know it doesn’t. You told Xavier and Dominic I wanted it rough, and you’re right. I want it. I want tobe manhandled. I want it to hurt a little—to know that you want me so much you can’t hold yourself back.”
Tristan growls low in his throat, each of my words affecting him. His cock twitches in his pants, and his hands clench at his sides while he drags in a breath through his nose.
I wait, holding my breath to see what he’ll do. “Please?” I add again, practically whimpering the sound.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and that seems to be the last of his control. It’s as if his restraint snaps with an almost audible sound, and he finally closes the gap between himself and the bed.
He strides over, shoving down his pants roughly. He takes off the rest of his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off, letting me get my first good look at his body.
And what I see makes my eyes practically fall out of my head.
Xavier and Dominic have beautiful, wonderful cocks, but Tristan is fucking huge.
No, not just huge.Massive.