Page 37 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas (Hollow Haven #2)

"Fuck, that was beautiful," Wes breathed, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her still-fluttering channel.

But we weren't done. Not even close.

"How do you feel?" I asked, stroking her hair as she came down from her high.

"Amazing," she whispered, then looked up at us with renewed heat in her eyes. "But I want more. Is that okay?"

"Sweetheart, you can have anything you want. Anything at all."

Elias's hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "What would you like, Willa?" His voice was silk over steel. "And don't you dare say you don't know. Your body knows exactly what it wants."

She looked between all three of us, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and want. "I want... I want to feel you. All of you. Is that possible?"

"Of course it's possible," Elias said, his lips curving in a smile that was both gentle and predatory. "We're going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again. But you're going to do exactly as I say. Can you do that for me?"

"You want us to take turns?" Wes asked gently, and she nodded.

"But I don't know how," she admitted. "I've never... with someone who actually cared about my pleasure."

The admission made protective rage flare in my chest, but I pushed it down. This wasn't about him. This was about showing her what real love looked like.

"We'll take care of everything," I promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "All you have to do is tell us what feels good."

"No," Elias said firmly, his hand sliding to the back of her neck in a grip that was unmistakably dominant.

"She's going to do more than that. She's going to learn to take what we give her without guilt, without thinking she needs to give anything back.

" His eyes locked on hers. "Tonight, you belong to us completely.

Your only job is to feel everything we do to you.

Let go, Willa. Sink into the sensations we give you and just feel. Understood?"

Elias was right, this was what she needed. This was the final barrier that Sterling had built around her and tonight we were going to break it down. "Tonight, you don't think. You don't worry. You just feel everything we give you," I told her.

We rearranged ourselves on the wide couch, pillows supporting her as Wes positioned himself between her thighs. I could see his cock straining against his jeans, thick and hard, and when he finally freed himself, Willa's eyes went wide.

"You're so big," she whispered, and I could hear the mix of want and nervousness in her voice.

"We'll go slow," he promised, stroking himself once before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

He pushed in slowly, so slowly, and I watched her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was wonder as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

"Eyes on Wes," Elias commanded softly, his hand gripping her chin. "Let him see every expression that crosses your face. How does he feel inside you?"

"Full," she breathed, her gaze locked on his. "So full. So good."

"Good. Now, Wes, I want you to stay perfectly still until I tell you otherwise.

" His voice brooked no argument. "Willa needs to feel every inch of you, needs to understand that this is about her pleasure, not your need to move.

" His thumb traced her lower lip. "Tell him when you need more, sweetheart.

Not when you think he wants to hear it, but when your body actually craves it. "

Wes was only halfway inside her, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible," he groaned.

"More," she whispered. "Please, I can take more."

He sank deeper, and she moaned low in her throat, her hands fisting in the throw blanket beneath her. When he was fully seated inside her, they both went still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation.

"Okay?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Perfect," she breathed. "You can move. Please move."

He started with slow, careful thrusts, watching her face for her reaction. But as she began to respond, her hips rising to meet his, he picked up the pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her breathy moans and his low groans.

I watched in fascination as pleasure built in her features again, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parted. When she reached for me blindly, I took her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm.

"So beautiful," I murmured. "Look at you, taking him so perfectly."

"Rhett," she gasped, her eyes finding mine. "I want… can you…?"

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Your mouth," she whispered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "On me. While he…"

"Such a good girl, asking for what she wants," Elias purred, his hand sliding into my hair and gripping firmly. "But you don't ask Rhett. You ask me. I'm in charge here." His eyes met mine, and I saw the unmistakable command there. "Rhett, put your mouth on her. Make her scream."

I was moving before he finished speaking, positioning myself where he directed. His hand stayed in my hair, controlling the pressure and angle of my movements against her clit.

"Harder," he ordered when she began to writhe. "She can take it. Can't you, sweetheart? You can take everything we give you."

"Oh god," she gasped. "I don’t think I can… it's too much…"

But her body said otherwise, responding eagerly to the dual stimulation. I could taste her arousal on my tongue, could feel her trembling beneath us as we worked together to drive her higher.

"You can take it," Wes groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "You're so perfect, so strong. Come for us again."

"I'm going to…" she started, then broke off with a cry as her second orgasm crashed over her, even more intense than the first.

Wes followed her over the edge with a groan, his hips stuttering as his knot began to swell. "Fuck, I'm going to knot you," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Yes," she cried out, her body accepting his knot as it locked them together. The sensation of being stretched and filled completely made her come again, smaller aftershocks rippling through her as I gentled my tongue on her oversensitive clit.

"So perfect," Wes breathed against her neck, his arms wrapping around her as they stayed locked together. "You took my knot so beautifully."

"How long?" she whispered, and I could hear both wonder and satisfaction in her voice.

"Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes," Elias said, his voice thick with arousal at watching his pack bond. "Just relax and let yourself feel it."

I watched in fascination as she melted into Wes's embrace, her body instinctively accepting the intimacy of being knotted. This was what made pack bonds so special—the complete trust and vulnerability required.

"Holy shit," she whispered when she could speak again, still locked to Wes but boneless between us. "I never knew it would feel like that."

"That's just the beginning," Wes murmured against her hair, his hands stroking her sides. "This is what it means to be claimed, to be ours."

We stayed like that, Wes holding her while his knot slowly deflated, all of us murmuring soft words of praise and comfort. When they finally separated, she looked dazed and thoroughly satisfied.

But we weren't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

"My turn?" I asked, and the heat that flared in her eyes was answer enough.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please, yes."

"No," Elias said firmly, his voice cutting through our urgency. "She doesn't get to choose the pace anymore. If you think you're ready to trust me completely, Willa, then I'm taking control."

She nodded eagerly, still glowing from her first knotting experience.

He stood, stripping off his own clothes with deliberate slowness while we watched. "Willa, on your knees. Face me. Rhett, strip."

My hands moved before I even had time to register what I was doing. Everything about this felt exactly like how it was supposed to be. This pack was made for each other and each of us was falling into the roles we were always supposed to have.

Willa lowered herself to the ground, staring up at Elias with nothing but heat in her eyes.

She licked her lips slowly and I groaned at the sight of her pink tongue trailing across those rosebud lips.

My cock kicked in response and I fisted my length, already feeling the start of a knot eager to form.

Elias's cock was impressive, thick and long, and when Willa looked up at him from her position, the picture they made was breathtaking.

"Open your mouth for me," he commanded softly. "Show me how much you want this."

But before she could comply, I moved behind her. "Wait," I said, my voice rough with need. "I want to be inside you when you take him."

Elias's eyes met mine over her head, and he nodded approvingly. "Perfect. Willa, hands and knees. Rhett's going to fill you while you worship my cock."

She positioned herself eagerly, and I could see how ready she was, slick coating her thighs from our previous activities. When I positioned myself at her entrance, she pushed back against me impatiently.

"Please," she breathed. "I need you both. I need it now."

I pushed inside slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me. She was so wet, so ready, and the sounds she made as I filled her were driving me wild.

"That's it," Elias murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her mouth to his cock. "Take us both, sweetheart. Show us how good our omega can be."

The sight of her lips wrapping around Elias's length while I moved inside her was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. Her muffled moans vibrated around him, and I could feel her getting wetter with each thrust.

"Fuck, she feels incredible," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I set a steady rhythm.

"Look at her," Wes said from beside us, his hand stroking himself slowly as he watched. "Look how perfectly she takes you both. Our beautiful omega."

The praise made her clench around me, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control. My knot was already starting to swell, and I could already feel the urge to bite, to mark her as mine. But we hadn't talked about permanent bonds yet, and I forced myself to hold back.

"Getting close," I warned through gritted teeth, my thrusts becoming more urgent. "That's it, sweetheart. Take my knot. Take everything I give you."

"She's going to take your knot so beautifully," Elias said with absolute authority, his hand tightening in her hair. "Aren't you, sweet omega? You're going to let Rhett lock inside you while you swallow every drop I give you."

Her enthusiastic moan around his cock was answer enough. When my knot began to catch on her entrance, she pushed back harder, desperate to take all of me.

"Fuck, yes," I roared as my knot locked us together, my release hitting me like lightning. The sensation of being tied to her, of claiming her so completely, was overwhelming.

At the same time, Elias reached his peak with a growl. "Swallow it all," he commanded, and I watched her throat work as she obeyed, taking everything he gave her.

"Such a good girl," Wes praised, moving closer to stroke her hair as she caught her breath. "You did so well, taking care of both of them."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest as we stayed locked together. "How does it feel?" I asked, pressing kisses to her shoulder.

"Perfect," she whispered, leaning back into me. "I’ve never felt so complete."

"This is what pack feels like," Elias said, settling beside us with satisfaction in his voice. "All of us connected, all of us caring for each other."

We stayed like that until my knot deflated, all of us touching her, praising her, showing her exactly what it meant to be loved by a pack who would never let her doubt her worth again.

"This is just the beginning. This is what you can expect from us. All the time."

The rest of the evening continued in the same vein.

Worship, praise, and gentle exploration as we showed her exactly what it meant to be cherished by a pack who loved her.

And when we finally made our nest on the floor, all four of us tangled together in perfect contentment, I fell asleep thinking about the sound she'd made when she'd finally let herself believe she deserved to be completely and utterly loved.