Page 155 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

He hesitated. Reaching beneath me, he found my clit with his fingers and rubbed at a slow and steady pace until my body melted down against the bed again.

Then he pressed forward, his cock parting me and creating a pressure that grew more pleasurable the more intense it got. When his knot pressed against me, his cock fully seated, I was writhing on the bed desperate for more.

“How’s that feel?” West asked.

“Amazing. More,” I gasped.

“If you want more, then let’s fill that pussy up too.” Mercer lifted my upper body, helping to maneuver me until I was laying on top of West, his front to my back, his cock knot-deep in my ass.

My legs were spread wide, inviting Mercer’s cock into my other hole—I just didn’t know if he was going to fit. West’s cock was fucking massive, and Mercer wasn’t exactly small either.

I wanted to try, though. I needed to feel both of them at the same time.

Mercer leaned down and kissed me gently, then positioned his tip against my core. As he pushed in, West pulled out, until he was fully seated and only the tip of West’s cock remained in my ass.

The two sensations were so different, so opposing. I whined and tried to press back down onto West, but I could only take a little bit more before I was stretched uncomfortably around my two mates.

“Fuck, you take us so well,” Mercer praised. “Fit so much in your tight holes.”

My cheeks heated. I tried to cover my face, but West grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides.

“No, no. Let him see you, little omega,” West grunted. “You wanted us, so we’re going to take you our way.”

My core clenched, making both of them groan. I slumped back against West, pink-cheeked and half-overwhelmed with pleasure already.

Our bonds were wide-open, but I preferred it that way. Their presence wasn’t a hole of negativity, but a beacon of light and love. All their arousal and affection poured through me, and mine was shared with them.

It was everything I’d ever wanted.

Mercer pulled his cock half out of me, giving West room to slide back in down to his knot. I writhed as they settled into a slow, deep rhythm, filling me more than I’d thought possible.

West freed my arms, using his arm to hold my body down against his instead. With his hold I could barely move, but that was how I needed it.

I needed my mates holding me tight, building our bonds up.

Building my body up to an orgasm that would wreck me.

Mercer brought his thumb down to rub my clit and the stimulation had me trying to jerk away. They didn’t let me.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Mercer murmured. “I know you can.”

I whined. “It’s… so much. I don’t know if I can come like this.”

West pressed his lips to my shoulder, over Mercer’s bite mark. “You can. I need to feel your ass milking my cock while you scream our names.”

He ran his tongue along the mark, and every one of my nerve endings fired with pleasure. Mercer kept urging me closer to orgasm with one hand, using the other to grab my wrist and kiss the bondmark West had left on me.

Thatsowasn’t fair.

But it was working.

With them both inside me, their tongues working to tease my marks, I could only close my eyes and feel.

Mercer broke first. He spilled inside me with a curse, and it pushed me off the cliff.

I arched my back, taking both my mates as deep as I could have them at the same time. My body shuddered as the orgasm washed over me. I felt it deep in my core, reverberating through my bonds.

“Oh, fuck,” West groaned.