Page 56 of Coco and the Misfits (The Candyverse #4)

COCO

“O ur omega.”

They keep saying that, and every time I bloom like a flower in the sun.

Their touch, their gazes on me, they rush over my skin like flames, scorching every inch of me.

And Zach is touching me, only this time I get to touch him, too.

When I touch his cock, he hisses. I’m fascinated by it, its length, its girth, and the fat knot at its base. Bending forward, I slide my hand over his cock all the way down, to the knot.

He’s trembling, every perfect muscle taut, as I trace it with my fingers. His gaze is fixed on my swaying breasts, now free of the confines of my bra.

“You’re killing me.”

“Am I?” I drag my fingers back up his cock and precum leaks from the slit on the head. “Think I’m wet enough for you?”

“Only one way to find out,” he growls and shoves me back onto the mattress. “I have to check.”

The breath knocked out of me, I stare up as he crawls over me and puts his mouth on my nipples. “Oh God...”

Meanwhile, one long-fingered hand travels down my middle, burrowing inside my panties, finding my middle, and I almost squeal when he starts stroking me.

These men. Always thinking of my pleasure before theirs.

And they do it so well I can barely think as he stokes the fire in my body, making my back arch, as his fingers burrow inside me and pump, making me moan and writhe. They’ve learned my body, studied it, and now play such music on it that blows my mind.

He lifts his hand before I shatter, eyes heavy-lidded. “So wet,” he breathes, licking each digit. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”

“I want you,” I pant. “Please, Zach. Do it now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

The slow smile spreading on his lips is like a sunrise. He wastes no more words. Pulling my panties down my legs and off me, he grabs his cock, aligns it with my entrance and pushes in.

He tries to go slow. I feel the tension in his powerful body, the muscles bunching in his legs, in the arm he plants down by my head. He’s magnificent like some exotic animal of the jungle, sleek and strong, and his cock...

Thick, so thick as it thrusts into me, sliding inside inch by inch, filling me up, stretching me so deliciously.

He’s right, I’m so wet, and that’s a good thing, given his size. Then his knot reaches me, pressing against the lips of my pussy, and we both freeze.

“Coco,” he whispers, his blue eyes boring down into mine. He has now braced both hands on the mattress, hovering over me, his muscular legs pressed between mine.

I’m vaguely aware of the other two alphas’ presence behind me, the heat radiating from their bodies. The scent of arousal in the air.

“Girl…” Zach’s voice is strangled. “I don’t have to go in any further.” He licks his lips. “What do you want?”

I know what he’s asking. To knot or not to knot?

“Do it,” I whisper, rolling my hips a little, making us both hiss. “So good...”

“It may hurt,” he breathes. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

I hear what he isn’t saying. I’m not in heat like a real omega might be. My body isn’t so pumped up with sex hormones that I won’t feel the pain of getting knotted. I’m not crazed with lust.

But I’m crazed with love, and that’s enough. Their love for me. My love for them.

“You won’t hurt me,” I reassure him, even if I’m not so sure about it. I only know I want it. “Knot me, alpha. Mark me.”

“Dammit.” His face twists, eyes blazing. “Are you sure?” He tilts his hips and the knot presses more firmly against my opening, already full to bursting. “We should have used lube.”

But I’m dripping wet, and I want. I want it. I want him. All of him. All of them.

“I’m ready,” I say. “Now, Zach.”

He pushes. I spread my legs wider. Lift my hips. And my body opens up to take his knot.

It’s painful. It’s weird.

But it’s also natural and perfect.

Yeah, it’s not a heat. I’m not an omega as omegas are defined. I may not be anything at all, just me, just Coco, and that’s enough. I am enough. I have the heart of an omega and my men accept that. They accept me for who I feel I am, and what the rest of the world thinks doesn’t matter.

“Mark me,” I say and his blond head bends to my neck, his teeth pressing against my skin. A sharp caress.

“Sure?” His breath warms my skin.

“Yes.”

He bites down as he pushes deeper, his knot snagging inside me, making me cry out. Both pain and ecstasy on both ends.

He’s purring deep in his throat and the sound relaxes me. The pain morphs into pure pleasure and I shudder as I come, clenching as much as I can around him.

Heat radiates from the bite, and it’s like a drug. I arch and Zach presses down between my legs, and we’re locked together, predator and prey.

The alpha and the omega.

Wrapping my legs around his muscular thighs, I cling to him and we rock gently together. The pleasure floods and ebbs, and he shudders with his own release. Once. Twice. Three times.

“She responds like an omega,” someone says and I’m not sure whether it’s Atticus or Ryder. “Good girl.”

And I come again helplessly, moaning Zach’s name.

Nothing has ever felt so right.

* * *

“Are you with me, beautiful?”

I blink and I find Atticus bowed over me. Zach’s knot lasted a while and I’m still dazed by the experience. The bite in my neck throbs, but the heat in my blood lingers.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Ryder says. “Zach fucked her into a coma.”

“I’m awake,” I protest. “I want you.”

“Hell. We’ve created a monster.” Ryder chuckles, and I smile at the sound. “Are you high, babe?”

Oh, I’m high. High on pleasure and contentment and love. “Come here…”

“As you command,” Ryder says, still chuckling, and scoots closer. “Zach is out for the count, just for your information.”

“So who fucked who into a coma, huh?” I wink at him and now both Atticus and Ryder are laughing.

“Good point,” Atticus concedes. “But what about you? Are you out for the count?”

“No way. Give it to me.” I don’t care if I’m slurring my words. I feel drunk. Drunk on them. “Both of you. Your cocks, your knots, your bites. You said it. Tonight we become a pack.”

“I like hearing you say it,” Ryder growls in my ear. He grabs my arm and pulls me to sit up. “Say it again.”

“I want your cocks, your knots. Your bites.”

“And the other part.”

“We become a pack. Tonight.”

“Damn,” Atticus breathes and kisses me. I’m held between the two of them, Atticus plundering my mouth while Ryder pulls my tangled hair up and kisses my neck, sending shivers of sensation down my back and into my belly.

“We don’t have to knot you tonight,” Atticus murmurs against my lips. “We won’t hurt you, sweetheart, even if you want us to. But we can fuck, and we can mark one another.”

“Then do it,” I murmur back. “Mark me. Take me. Don’t worry about me, I won’t break.”

“You won’t,” he breathes. “Such a perfect little omega.”

God, they own my heart. Whether they knot me tonight or not, whether I enjoy it as much as someone else would, it doesn’t matter to me. They treat me the way I asked them to, they see me the way I see myself, while being gentle and careful not to harm me.

It’s what I’d dreamed of. What I was about to give up on.

They are amazing.

And they start stroking me, stoking the fire all over again, playing with my nipples, my clit, rubbing their thumbs in and out of my pussy, toying with my ass.

“You’re so hot and ready,” Atticus groans. “I need you, love.”

“I need you, too.” I wind my arms around his corded neck and climb into his lap. “Let’s do this.”

His cock is veined and thick, and his knot is bigger than Zach’s. Not taking it today might be a good idea. One day, though. One day I’ll be knotted by all three of them.

He enters me with excruciating slowness. Impatient, I lower myself, sinking onto his hard-on and he growls like a wounded animal. Then Ryder molds himself to my back, his mouth finding the back of my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh, and I hiss.

Atticus’ cock pierces me, splitting me so wide I’m glad I had Zach’s knot first. I sink all the way down to his knot, but he doesn’t try to push deeper.

He’s so long that it’s deep enough to get me off easily.

Combined with Ryder’s teeth on my neck. Ryder’s hands sliding around me to cup my breasts and toy with my nipples, oh God… It’s more than enough.

I ride Atticus, watching his handsome face distort with need and pleasure through my lashes. His gaze is unfocused, his jaw clenched, his lips parted. Handsome as a god, an older Thor, and I almost laugh when I think that he’s fucking me with his hammer.

More like with the handle of this hammer tonight.

And then I forget all about the Nordic gods and their hammers when Ryder’s hand slides between my ass cheeks to stroke my back entrance, a finger dipping inside, and Atticus’ hips surge up. He starts thrusting upward again and again, a low growl caught in his throat, his hands bruising my hips.

Knowing he’s about to come flips a switch in me—one of my alphas, my top alpha is about to come—and I clench deep inside, moaning.

“Ace...”

“Yeah, come for me. Come for me, pretty girl. Come...”

We rock together, and he groans as I gasp and come so hard that black dots float before my eyes.

The pleasure rushes down my spine and bows me over so that I slump against his muscular chest. I can feel his cock twitching inside me as he spills, his hands leaving my hips to circle over to my ass and squeeze.

Triggering another cascade of pleasure through me.

And Ryder is still finger-fucking my ass, his teeth scraping over my neck.

“Oh fuck me,” Atticus groans, kissing the top of my head. “I can’t imagine what knotting you will be like. It’s never been so good with anyone in my life.”

“Well, it will have to wait,” Ryder rumbles, “because it’s my turn. Right, Candy girl?”

* * *

I’m in a bit of a daze as Ryder hauls me off Atticus’ cock and lap to turn me around.

Pulling me into his own lap.