Page 57 of Coco and the Misfits (The Candyverse #4)

“Look at me,” he says, gripping my chin and my gaze travels over his tattooed chest, all those mermaids and anchors inked on his skin, the names and memories he chose to cherish despite the pain they bring with them.

“Tell me if you want this now. I can wait for another day. I can wait for as long as you need. Not everything has to be achieved in one evening.”

“I want you,” I tell him, meeting his gaze and smiling. I run my hands up his naked, inked chest. “Tonight. Now.”

“I won’t insist.” He gives a sharp grin. “Been dying to bury myself in you again. Have you in my arms. Pleasure you until you moan my name.”

“No more screaming your name, then, for everyone to hear?”

“That will come. Not tonight, though. Some nights are made for wild sex and some for loving you, and this is where I love you.”

“Won’t you always love me?” I whisper.

His grin turns into a soft smile. “Forever and ever. Love expresses itself in different ways.”

“Will you love me with your cock?”

He snorts. “For as long as you like.”

“Then do it.” I lick my lips. “Lie back and let me ride you, Ryder.”

He lifts his hands in mock surrender, though his expression is serious. He’s surrendering to me for real. “Have me any way you want me, baby.”

He lies back on the mattress, a map of perfectly sculpted planes and valleys, the bold dark lines of his ink distracting me as I bow over him, my breasts swaying.

So beautiful.

Mine.

His pierced cock is waiting for me, standing up at attention, hard and trembling, the flared head wet with precum.

Breathtaking.

“Come and get me,” he says, his grin returning. He lifts his hands and reaches for me. “Ride me as if I were your favorite pierced alpha.”

“You’re my only pierced alpha,” I remind him with a snort.

“Details.” He grabs my legs and drags me over his chest, then lifts his hands to my breasts. “God, look at your titties. So pretty. “

“She’s pretty all over,” Atticus says at my back and settles on his knees beside us.

“Fuck, this view is amazing,” Ryder breathes. “Next time you sit on my face, yeah?”

“Ryder…” My eyes drift closed as he massages my nipples. “I…”

“Help her ride me, Ace.” Ryder’s voice deepens, a rough edge to it. “Do it now.”

“Since you ask so nicely,” Atticus growls and big hands close around my hips, lifting me. “This way, baby girl.”

The head of Ryder’s cock nudges at my entrance, the metal of the piercings adding a small jolt.

Then he’s inside me, and I remember how good his cock had felt that first time.

How the piercings had added to the pleasure, the rungs of the Jacob’s Ladder on the underside, the bolts and hoops in the head.

I’m hyper-stimulated and sensitive inside after the sex I already had tonight, and not to forget, Zach’s knot—but having Ryder’s cock sends a thrill through me.

I sink down on his hard length, unable to stifle a moan of pleasure. These men light me up, and my thirst for them is unquenchable. Ryder grunts as I settle on my knees, lowering myself more and more, taking his entire cock into me until I reach his knot.

“Damn.” His whole body tenses, muscles leaping out in perfect, beautiful relief in his chest and arms, hands falling away from my breasts, head dropping back. “So good…”

Atticus’ hands are still on my hips. They lift and lower me, helping me ride Ryder’s cock, and as I gasp, pleasure unfurling in my belly, he presses himself to my side. He puts his mouth on my neck—on the other side from Zach’s bite—and his teeth sink into my skin.

I’ll have a lovely necklace of bites, I think. True to their word, they aren’t giving me bites that will scar and mark me permanently, leaving me time to live the experience of this experimental pack, and I’m not biting them back.

One day, though. Soon.

I feel it in my soul that this is it. This is my pack. These are my mates. This is only the start of our love affair, our life adventure.

Ryder’s hands are back on my breasts, his hips rising every time I sink down, fucking his cock into me. Atticus’ bite is hard enough to hurt just right, and then someone else kneels on my other side.

“Look at our girl,” Zach says, roused from his post-orgasmic coma. He slings his arms around me. “Look at the four of us.”

I’m so close to coming and the feel of all three of them surrounding me, touching me, is exactly what I need. What this pack is about.

Four separate entities, four personalities, individuals who come together like the pieces of a puzzle to form a picture of our happily ever after.

A snapshot, a frame in the movie of our love.

I laugh as I come, laugh and cry and let myself go, knowing I’m safe in their arms, in the circle of their powerful bodies and golden hearts.

Ryder groans, bites his lip, arches, lifting us off the ground as he cries out his release, shaking underneath me.

We’re panting. I’m drenched in sweat, each muscle loose and heavy, each limb made of lead, but my chest feels so light.

“My pack,” I whisper. “I was always a misfit, but I fit so perfectly with you.”

“All of us are misfits and yet we are a perfect match. We’re yours, Candy girl,” Ryder says, “don’t you know that? We were yours from the start.”

“Coco and the misfits,” I whisper. “It has a ring to it. A good title for a book.”

But I don’t need to make our story into a comic because I only want to live it, and I don’t ever want it to end.