Page 55 of With A Little Luck

“I’m about to lose my goddamn mind with how bad my dick is aching to be buried inside you.” Ridge moves from lying flat on the bed to sitting up behind me, and I relish the brush of his strong chest against my back. “Come on, Mama. Sink down on my bare cock.”

“Do it,” Hartley growls, raking his teeth down my neck.

I sob, grabbing Ridge’s length. Once it’s perfectly positioned, I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his extreme girth. “Oh, God.”

“That is never going to get old,” Ridge groans, reaching around to tease my clit.

He sends something through the bond. It’s hard to decipher exactly what that emotion is when my head is hazy, but it almost feels like yearning.

The bond is instinctual, but it doesn’t come with an instruction manual. I focus on sending him my desire for him in return and pray it works.

“I want you too. Both of you.” My hand is wet with slick, and I grab Hartley’s shaft, doing my best to jerk him. His sticky tip bounces around my stomach, and I work on trying to find a rhythm. He’s so hard in my palm, but so is Ridge as he stretches my pussy to what feels like its limit.

“You’ve got us, beautiful,” Hartley murmurs. “Enjoy the moment. No rushing things your body isn’t ready to accommodate.”

All of that sounds very rational, but I kinda want to be irrational at the moment.

I could spin around, and Hartley could totally stand on the mattress behind Ridge. If he were at that height, I bet I could get him into my mouth.

The thought makes my mouth water, and my body sizzles. Something is very wrong with my system because all it can seem to focus on is how hot it would be if they took turns jerking off on my face and tits.

“Goddamn,” Ridge hisses.

I’ve been clenching my inner walls at the thought of that naughty little fantasy. I relax and focus on riding him, but my cheeks heat.

Slick sounds fill the air with every gyration of my hips.

Their warm skin feels almost cool against mine, and sweat breaks out on my forehead and between my breasts. Hopefully I get my endurance back after I give birth because this is embarrassing.

I’m doing the best I can, but dammit, my thighs burn.

Despite my exhaustion, the pleasure building under my skin spurs me on, and I swear Ridge’s crown ends up firmly lodged around my ribs. I don’t care if it’s physically impossible. It happens.

I’ve never felt as full as I currently do, and that’s the best way I can think to describe it.

“Such a beautiful, sweaty mess.” Hartley licks and sucks away the light sting his teeth leave on my throat, and he moves to teasing my other breast. “All I can smell is your pussy. It’s about to do my fucking head in.”

“Her pussy is about to do me in,” Ridge grunts. His desire and need to come fill the bond, proving they aren’t just empty words.

Feeling his emotions only seems to heighten my own need. The bond is crazy and overwhelming at times, but it’s the most intimate connection I’ve ever experienced.

My pheromones tinge the air, and both alphas let out wicked growls in response. Having both of them surrounding me helps me feel safe in such a spacious room.

Could I talk them into spending the next six weeks exclusively in the nest? It would feel safer and smell more strongly of them at all times.

Ridge continues teasing my clit and leans his mouth close to my ear on the opposite side from Hart.

“That’s it. Keep grinding just like that.

You’re going to soak up every drop of my cum like the naughty little omega you are.

” The low timbre of his voice sends a shiver through my system, and he picks that exact moment to pinch my clit. “Scream for us, Mama.”

He’s still injured.

I know better than to fall against his chest as pleasure rips through my nerve endings, but I’m not even sure this is real life. Embarrassing sounds spill from my lips, and I lock down on his length.

Ridge’s shaft swells to nearly painful proportions, but it also amps up my bliss. His knot brushes my lower lips with every swivel and grind of my hips.

My skin is oversensitive by the time I come back to reality.

“You good?” Hartley asks.

“Yeah,” Ridge says, sounding winded.

I open my eyes, but that doesn’t help much with how hazy everything is. At some point, I dropped Hartley’s cock, and I make a mad grab for it.

He pulls his hips back and lifts me. “Spin around to face Ridge.”

I hear the words, but my body makes no move to comply.

Hartley has it under control, though.

Ridge is once again on his back, and Hartley guides me onto all fours over my injured alpha.

“No weight on the baby,” Hartley says, running his hands over my ass and hips.

“I’ll make sure.” Ridge moves to cradle my cheeks in his huge palms and brushes my sweaty hair back.

My hands rest against the mattress next to his ribs, and I smile at him.

“Life is better with teamwork,” I hear myself slur.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Ridge says, cracking a smile.

Hartley grips the top of my ass near my hips and pulls my cheeks even farther apart. His hard tip nudges my opening, and I wiggle my hips.

“Please,” I sob, nodding frantically.

He either knows what I’m asking for, or he’s just as desperate to get inside me because he slams deep.

I wail, my face falling forward against Ridge’s chest. He hisses, and I freeze, which causes Hartley to still as well.

“I’m good,” Ridge growls. “She needs more.”

“I do. Fuck me deep.” My arms tremble, but I keep myself upright and look over my shoulder at Hartley. “More, please.” Or that’s what I mean to say. It comes out mostly incoherent to my own ears, but I clench my core and glide on my knees, forcing more of him inside of my aching pussy.

Hartley’s jaw tightens. His blond waves stick to his forehead with sweat, and I contemplate how hard it would be to tackle him. Those black gauges in his ears and tattoos from his neck, down his chest and arms are such a vibe. He’s stupidly hot, and I want him so badly that I sob.

“She wants you to bite her,” Ridge says, and there’s no hurt or malice in his tone. “That’s what you want, right, sweetheart?”

I whine, and Hartley’s hands tighten on my hips. He finally starts to thrust, and every slam of his hips into my ass rocks me to my foundation.

Ridge continues cradling my face, and my insides light up as he murmurs soft words of encouragement and praise. “Such a good girl. Look at you. Wrecking him like you just did me.”

I moan, wishing I could tease my clit.

If my stomach wasn’t in the way, I could grind my pussy against Ridge’s cock, but at this point, I’m surprised my knees and arms haven’t given out.

Hartley works me into a frenzy, his crown brushing my G-spot with every rabid thrust. The next thing I know, he’s leaning over my back, and something sharp strikes my right shoulder.

Euphoria rips through my system, radiating out through my cells.

I wail, and the bond snaps into place.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Ridge coos.

Apparently, I accepted the connection?

Or possibly my soul did?

I don’t care.

I never would have denied a bond with Hartley.

His shaft jolts deep inside me, and Ridge teases his thumbs over my cheeks.

“We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

The two of them are the only things grounding me in the moment, but even then, it’s a thin tether.

I need more.

We just have to switch positions because I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself up.

Hartley retracts his teeth and licks over the bite on my shoulder. “You’re all mine, beautiful.”

He’s right, and that thought fills my entire being with joy.

The only thing that could make this moment better would be to have Trigg here with us, but I’m going to get him to sink his teeth in as soon as he gets home.