Page 14 of The Cobbler and His Elves

My breath caught as Elijah obeyed, the pad of his thumb circling the sensitive head. My hips jerked, seeking more pressure, more stimulation. A needy whine slipped past my lips.

“Feeling good, sweetheart?” Jack asked, flashing me a wolfish grin.

I moaned, reaching for him. “Jack, please…”

I gasped as Elijah’s tongue swirled around my nipple, licking and sucking, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Eli!” I cried out, my body arching, my hands gripping Elijah’s shoulders as I spent myself, my release coating his fingers.

Jack’s voice, low and demanding, filled my ears. “Taste him.”

“Oh, god,” I whimpered, my face heating with embarrassment. Boneless, I watched through hooded eyes as Elijah’s tongue swiped over the pad of his thumb, his eyes closing briefly as he savored me. “That’s… that’s…”

“You should take the first ride, little brother,” Jack purred, his voice low and husky. His dark eyes met mine. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. Heat pooled in my belly as I nodded, a soft sigh escaping my lips. I glanced at Elijah, whose eyes had gone wide.

“You sure?” Elijah’s voice wavered slightly, his hand gentle on my thigh. “I mean... wow. This is really happening?”

Jack chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Oh, it’s happening alright.”

Elijah swallowed audibly. “What about you?” He asked Jack, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

“I’ll get my turn soon enough,” Jack said, giving me a wink that made my stomach flip flop.

I couldn’t help the flush that crept up my neck at his words. My skin prickled with heat, a warmth that spread from my collar to the tips of my ears. Both alphas pressed closer, drawing a soft whimper from my lips.

Jack’s fingers touched my knee. He traced a tantalizing path upward, reigniting sparks through my body. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the small sounds threatening to escape. The air was thick with the musk of their arousal, making my own penis throb with need even though I had just come.

Jack’s hand slid higher, teasing me.

Elijah swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between Jack and me, asking silent permission. I nodded eagerly, and he breathed out a shaky "Okay."

“Just wait till you see him fall apart,” Jack murmured as he urged Elijah between my legs. “It’ll be a sight to behold.”

Elijah positioned himself, his hands trembling slightly. Jack guided his brother with a steady hand on his hip, his deep voice instructing Elijah to penetrate me.

“Easy now,” Jack encouraged. “Slowly at first. Just like I told you.”

I felt the stretch as Elijah pushed inside, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain that made me keen.

"That's it, take your time," Jack encouraged, his voice gentle but firm. "Let him adjust."

Elijah’s hands braced on either side of me as he began to move, his breath coming in short gasps. Jack’s fingers tangled with mine, his thumb stroking my wrist as he murmured instructions to his brother. "Nice and steady, Eli." The rhythm of Elijah's hips built a coil of tension in my core.

“Deeper, Eli,” Jack said, his voice hoarse. “Look for the spot that makes him go dizzy.”

Elijah groaned, his body working mine as he sought a deeper angle. I cried out when one well-aimed thrust sent a jolt of white-hot electricity through me and clenched around Elijah’s length. His hips snapped forward in response, his pace quickening to a frantic rhythm that left me breathless andclinging to the sheets and to Jack. The pressure built, a delicious burn that had me panting and writhing beneath Elijah.

“God, sweetheart, you look so fucking perfect taking my brother’s cock,” Jack growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Elijah’s release triggered mine, and I cried out as pleasure crashed through me, each pulse of bliss more intense than the last. Elijah’s fingers bit into my hips as he spilled himself deep within me, his body shuddering with the force of it. Jack’s hand gentled on my wrist, his thumb brushing over my pulse as he soothed me through the aftershocks.

My body trembled as Elijah and I remained locked together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of what we’d just experienced left me reeling, my mind struggling to process it all. I’d never done that before, much less being knotted, and the unfamiliar sensation sent waves of conflicting emotions through me.

Elijah’s arms tightened around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I felt his heartbeat thundering against my chest, matching my own frantic rhythm. Neither of us seemed to know quite what to say or do next.

“You two doing okay?” Jack’s deep voice rumbled, cutting through the charged silence.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Jack asked, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead.