Page 17 of Luna

“Give it to me hard.” I dug my nails into Colton’s arm, arching my back. Everything felt sensitive and tender, like I was one thrust away from having another orgasm. Colton stroked his hands over me, and watched Dante thrust inside me like we were performing just for him. Quinn sat transfixed, and when Dante thrust inside me hard enough to shove me against Colton, Quinn groaned.

It was hot, so hot. Dante kept his hand on my hip and thrust inside me, moaning my name.

“Yes, yes, Dante,please,” I whimpered.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Dante nipped my shoulder again. “Perfect, love, so perfect.”

Dante’s spicy scent sank into me until I was buried under, helpless to do anything but ride out the cresting pleasure he gave me.

“Please,” I whimpered. I didn’t know what I was begging for, because I knew I was going to come the way I knew my own name, but the words slipped out of my mouth.

“God, Luna, you’re so hot. I didn’t think begging was my thing either.” Dante thrust harder, and pleasure consumed my entire world, narrowing everything to his scent, his body driving into mine. It was like he was marking me, branding me.

I came with a hoarse scream, and Dante bucked against me, coming inside me. He knotted me, and I cried out again, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into me. I blissed out, floating on the soft comfort of their bodies pressed against mine.

Quinn pulled blankets on top of us, circling pillows around me. “I read that omegas like nesting after experiencing knotting.”

I smiled at him. He was perfect. “Thanks.”

We cuddled until we drifted off to sleep, and then didn’t leave the room for the next two days.

Colton and Quinn and I checked out early from our rooms and had our things moved to Dante’s suite. I skipped the rest of the Garden Show, while Colton skipped the rest of his meetings. Dante only had a couple of days before he had to hit the road on tour, anyway, so everyone’s schedules matched with the ‘wild weekend’ idea..

We ordered room service. We had sex in every position we could think of and tried every pairing. I couldn’t get enough of them.

I put off thinking about the end until it was suddenly there.

Sunday came, and check out was at eleven. We had sex when we woke up, but then, after a shower and a hasty breakfast, reality hit and it was time to leave.

I put my clothes on slowly, leaving my damp hair hanging in my face. I was still sure that I didn’t want a pack. Packs would only be disappointed in me.

But I didn’t want this weekend to end either. Colton kept making jokes, but the mood was subdued.

“So.” Quinn shuffled his feet. “We can walk you to your car, Luna. If you want?”

“I’d like that.” I didn’t know what else to say. We grabbed our bags and headed out of the hotel.

My wild weekend was over, and I didn’t know how to ask for more.

Dante played with a coin, making it dance over his knuckles and my first heated thought was about how good he was with his hands, how he’d made me come over and over.

I led them to my beat-up sedan, and Colton loaded my one bag into the trunk.

“Well,” I said.

Quinn looked around, not looking me in the eye. Maybe I was making this awkward. It didn’t matter that it had been the best weekend of my life. We’d set a time limit and just because I wanted more didn’t mean any of them did. I wasn’t going to be the one who made things weird by asking about it.

Dante picked up my hand and kissed it like he had another time, when he’d been knot-deep inside me. I swallowed at the memory. “You were amazing, love.” His voice grew soft. His dark eyes almost looked haunted.

Quinn cleared his throat. “Maybe we…”

Everyone paused, and the moment stretched out.

Maybe we could do more.Bemore.

Dante shook his head, the haunted look gone, if it had even been there. “I had fun but none of us want to be a pack, right?”

The moment burst, and I felt cold.

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