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FORTY-SEVEN

Emma

WHY HAD I MADE this so complicated when it was actually so simple? Gabriel’s strong thigh parted my legs, pressing hard against my core. I moaned and rutted against it, wanting more even as I relished what I already had.

“Get her down here with Elijah, Blondie,” Curran said.

Gabriel gave a grunt of frustration, but he slid off the couch, tugging my leggings down as he went. I thought I heard a seam rip; couldn’t bring myself to care. Why was it so hot in here? I struggled out of my sweat-soaked tee as Gabriel pulled the leggings over my bare feet and threw them aside like they’d personally insulted his mother.

Then I yelped as I was unceremoniously scooped up and deposited on my back in the center of the nest, surrounded by cushions and the scent of my perfect, wonderful pack. I breathed it in—great, gasping lungfuls of it, headier than the strongest alcohol.

Gabriel was tearing at his own clothes now, and why thehellhad he worn clothing with buttons in a heat nest? I grabbed the nearest bit of cloth I could reach and tugged hard, several of those damned buttons popping off to disappear among the piles of pillows and blankets.

His shirt gaped open, and his trousers hung low around his hips with the fly open.

Close enough.

Driven by instinct, I rolled onto my front and got my knees under me, arching my back to basically shove my pussy in his face.Insert Tab A here. Gabriel groaned and buried his mouth in my soaking folds, rubbing his clean-shaven cheeks through the slick mess as though wallowing in it.

His tongue came out, dragging along my slit, and the pitiful remnants of my higher brain functions whited out. Next to me, Elijah groaned. I rolled my head to face in his direction, and found him on his back, his body nearly bent double as Onyx hooked his knee over their elbow and thrust into him with a snarl.

Gabriel’s tongue curled into my passage.

“More,” I choked out, and was rewarded when the tongue disappeared, replaced by an eager cock. I rocked back, taking Gabriel inside my body almost violently... drawing a sharp curse from him.

Big hands grabbed my hips, slamming me back onto that thick length in a brutal rhythm. My vision lost focus, Elijah’s sinuous writhing as Onyx fucked him becoming an indistinct blur in front of me.

Gabriel changed his angle, somehow managing to pound into me even deeper than before. Every stroke plowed across my sensitive front wall. I was making noise without meaning to—a rhythmic, rising wail in time with Gabriel’s thrusts.

I only realized I’d lost track of Curran when a heavy, callused hand fell on the nape of my neck, pinning my upper body in place.

“It’s good, isn’t it, pet?” said the gruff voice. “Good to finally let go.”

His thumb stroked lower, grazing my inflamed mating gland, then pressing firm circles over it. I shuddered as every nerve between my gland and my clit roared into life, an orgasm crashing over me.

My body clamped down on Gabriel’s cock so hard I thought I’d hurt him, but he only made a strangled noise and jerked out his own release, buried as deep inside me as he could get.

Curran continued to rub my mating gland as Gabriel’s knot swelled inside my passage, tying us together. The feeling swam in my stomach, putting ideas in my head that I couldn’t ignore.

As though we shared a brain, Elijah began to moan, “Oh, fuck... Onyx... bite me—I need you to bite me, oh god, do it now,do it now!”

Onyx made a low humming noise of want, pulled out, flipped Elijah onto his front, and thrust back in. With effortless strength, they pulled him up to a kneeling position, his back to their front.

There was just enough of a height difference that Onyx could cup Elijah’s chin, tip his head to the side, and bury their teeth in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Elijah screamed, fluid spurting from his twitching cock as he came violently. His body jerked and spasmed for several moments, then he slowly went limp in Onyx’s arms.

Onyx pulled away, mouth bloody, panting hard. They lowered Elijah carefully to the cushioned floor, following him down and settling behind him.

Knotted and mated.

My passage clenched at the realization, drawing a hiss from Gabriel.