Page 31 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

N eed. I’m enveloped in an all-consuming need like I’ve never known. My body is on fire. “Please,” I whimper, more tears escaping my eyes.

Eris’ eyes are burning and worrisome as he holds me close, promising to help soon. Dolos’ eyes are wild as we continue down the hall.

We finally arrive at the door of a room within the resort and Dolos fumbles with the key card before bursting through the narrow doorway.

Eris moves to set me on the bed, but I latch onto him. “Please! It hurts!” I cry as another wave of burning desire crashes through me.

They’re both frantic, and if I had any control over myself, I would feel terrible for worrying them like this. But I don’t. I genuinely need them so badly it’s starting to hurt, and I have no control over myself anymore.

Eris gently hands me to Dolos. “Give me just a minute, Precious. We’ll make you feel better,” he vows, ripping his clothes from his body the second I’m safely in Dolos’ arms.

Once free of his own clothes, they work together to remove mine, kissing me, pinching my nipples, nipping at my skin, massaging my clit. It feels amazing, but it’s barely taking the edge off the need rising within me.

The second I’m bare, I push Eris down on the bed and mount him.

Reaching behind me, taking his hard length in my hand, I run it through my wet folds, lubricating him before aligning him with my entrance and impaling myself on him.

While I release a cry of relief, he groans at my quick movements.

Allowing myself a moment of circling my hips, I start riding him.

Dolos is swearing something under his breath and hastily removing his own clothes as I reach for him, my arm outstretched, needing him just as much as I need Eris.

“Please, hurry…I need you,” I pant as I continue to slam myself onto Eris to the hilt, my feverish need still only barely affected by my movements, still needing Dolos.

As if hearing my silent plea, he gathers my attention by trailing his fingers up my spine, wrapping my hair around his hand, and lightly tugging.

“I’m gonna move you around a bit, okay?” he asks, eyes locked on mine as if he’s trying to get to me through the fog of the lust overwhelming me. All I can do is nod.

He steps in between Eris’ legs hanging over the side of the bed, places his hands on my thighs, and lifts me off his twin completely.

A whimper escapes me at the loss, the ache mounting to unbearable levels.

He moves me so that the tip of Eris’ glistening shaft is now positioned at my rear entrance.

Eris holds himself steady as I work his head through my tight ring of muscles, holding my breath.

Releasing a long breath when I’ve worked him all the way inside of me and settled on his lap, I begin to rock myself, his hard cock dragging along my every muscle.

When it’s so intense I feel as though I can barely breathe, Dolos chooses that instant to slam into me.

A ragged cry of pleasure leaves me as they both groan.

He grips my hips hard, holding me down on top of Eris, unable to move as he commences pounding into me. My entire body is reeling with the intoxicating pleasure coursing through my veins and the erotic sounds coming from our bodies.

“Harder,” I beg, and his hips take on a frantic pace. My arms are no longer able to hold me up, and I fall onto Eris, his arms immediately wrapping around me, one roughly grabbing and pinching my nipple, the other reaching lower.

When his fingers meet my swollen and sensitive clit, I gasp, somehow moaning louder when he focuses on my bundle of nerves, massaging it in a perfectly brutal rhythm, matching his brother’s thrusts.

“Need you to come, Darling,” Dolos orders through clenched teeth. I’m so fucking close, my eyes are crossing, my back arching harder, my body beginning to tremor until it detonates. Shockwaves of electric hot ecstasy shooting through my blood.

He thrusts two more times before he spears me with his knot, his hot cum coating my insides, and I scream another orgasm as his knot begins to stretch me euphorically.

The second I would normally be satiated and limp against them, the burning fire of my heat begins to rise once more. “Oh, Goddess,” I cry, tears returning to my eyes. “It’s…I need…please.” I can’t even explain to them what I need.

Eris is apparently able to translate my jumbled thoughts, which I’m sure are nonsensically filling our bond.

“Again, Dolos,” is all the notice he gives before he plants his spread feet on the edge of the bed somewhere and starts rutting into my ass from beneath me as I bellow into the air around us.

Dolos hisses, his swollen knot still lodged inside me with no signs of releasing him for another round. He grits his teeth and matches his twin’s pace, unable to pull out of me, but driving his thick length and knot further inside of me, hitting that place inside of me that makes me scream.

My body is not my own. It’s theirs. I’m going through some kind of blissed-out, out-of-body experience as they bring me closer to yet another orgasm.

This one starts at the base of my spine as a heady fog spreads through my body, slowly rolling through my limbs, and I’m reeling, my head thrashing against Eris’ chest.

From behind me, he bites hard on my mate mark as he shoves his knot through my tight ring of muscle, propelling me into a never-ending climax that twitches and burns through my core, a garbled shriek bursting from my lungs.

Chest heaving, lungs burning, I fall limp on top of him, and they both still. My hair and body are plastered to Eris as he coos and whispers against the shell of my ear, “My precious redemption. Our perfect mate with a fucking precious pussy.”

My body shivers at his words, and even as spent as I am, just as the swelling of Dolos’ knot wanes and he’s able to remove himself from me, our mixed fluids dripping out of me, the heat begins to rise again.

Dolos steps away from me and returns almost immediately, sitting me up and impaling me further on Eris’ still swollen cock.

My head falls back on a moan, Dolos lifting my head again to get my attention, lifting a bottle to my mouth.

“Drink some water, Darling. It looks like we’re in for a long night,” he says in that calm, loving way only he can, Eris chuckling beneath me.

By the time I drink the bottle dry, and he’s given Eris one of his own, we’re all hydrated just in time for the lust to haze all my senses once more.

Eris pulls out of me, laying me in the center of the bed, where they work my body together and in turns, for the next thirty-six hours before my heat finally dissipates and allows me to fall into a deep sleep.