Page 42 of Take All of Me

I smile, stepping closer, my fingers brushing his jaw. “We got you and we only need to go as far as you’re comfortable with.”

Roman laughs, a low growl threading through as he dips down to claim me with a kiss of his own, his tongue flicking across my bottom lip. “That should be words I’m saying to you, princess,” he rumbles before we’re back to tearing off clothes, shoes rolling across the carpet. Roman’s hands find my breasts, squeezing, massaging, his thumbs brushing my nipples, sparking heat that draws a gasp from my throat. He walks me backward, the bed creaking as I sink down, Roman on one side, Brogan on the other, their bodies sandwiching me between them, their cocks thick—one against my belly, one at the small of my back.

I reach down, wrapping my hand around Roman’s cock, feeling the thickened base in my palm. He lets out a low hiss, his knot fluttering beneath my touch.. “Keep going, it’s still really fucking sensitive.” His eyes are dark, pupils blown, a wild grin playing on my lips as I start massaging him slowly, his breath hitching with every pass over his knot.

Brogan nips behind my ear, his cock wedging into my pussy from behind, stretching me as he fills me completely. Another gasp falls from my lips as I continue to stroke Roman, theAlpha stealing my lips for another claiming kiss, swallowing my sounds. His hands find my breast again, kneading and massaging, drawing out more sounds from me. Their scent strengthen, overwhelming me in the best of ways, their touch alternating between sweet and hungry, possessive and passionate.

It’s a dance, a rhythm we’re finding, and I’m close, my body tightening as the pleasure builds, Brogan’s thrusts deepening as his breaths become more ragged, Roman’s cock pulsing in my hand, his knot swelling, fluttering, needing to fill something. I come apart, a cry breaking free, my body shuddering between them, and Roman follows, spilling over my hand and my thighs. Brogan’s next, spilling inside me, his hand tightening around my waist.

I sag against the sheets, Roman’s purr starting up but it’s a low rattle, not the smooth hum from before. Then his breathing hitches, his body tensing against mine before he scrambles from the bed, a snarl curling his lips as he grabs his cock. It’s already hard again, precum dribbling at the tip, his knot pulsating.

My heart lurches, pleasure fading to worry. “What’s going on?” I ask, pushing up on trembling arms, my body still buzzing from our climax.

Brogan shifts beside me, his hand on my hip. “What happened?” His gaze darting to Roman, who’s started pacing, his citrus scent boldening, turning almost spicy. My body responds, need flaring, the urge to come again drowning out everything else.

I climb from the bed on wobbly legs but stop dead, my eyes widening as that scent hits harder, my pussy clenching around nothing. “Roman, what’s going on?” Desire warrs with confusion, because he’s unraveling at the same time my body is craving more.

He turns, a possessive growl rumbling through the air, his cock throbbing in his fist. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

I frown, stepping closer, my bare feet silent on the carpet, trying to understand. Another growl rolls through him as he stalks toward me, eyes locked on mine. “Tell me it’s okay. Tell me I can be a little rough.”

“I’m not that fragile, Roman.”

That’s all it takes. He’s on me, leaning me back onto the bed, his cock sliding into my pussy, stretching me with a slow, deliberate thrust. I moan, loud, my nails digging into his arms as he grabs one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder, my foot by his ear, opening me wider. He pumps in and out, slow at first, his eyes never leaving mine. I don’t know what this animalistic version of him is but I fucking love it.

Brogan climbs closer, moving to kiss me, his lips tracing my mouth, my jaw, grounding me as Roman’s rhythm shifts, harder, faster, a need to claim pulsing in every thrust.

I’ve never been fucked like this, my body scooting up the bed with each slam, the headboard rattling, my tits bouncing, sharp desperate moans swallowed by Brogan. Roman’s fingers dig into my waist, bruising but not painful, his snarls mixing with whines, like he needs this more than I do, like I’m his anchor, his release. Brogan’s nipping my ear, fingers slipping down my stomach and circling my clit.

My back bows off the bed as I shatter again, my pussy clenching around Roman’s cock, a scream tearing free as I come, hard, stars bursting behind my eyes.

Roman pulls out, but he’s not done, his breathing ragged, eyes wild with a need he can’t seem to satiate. He grabs my ankle, pulling me to the bed’s edge and flips me onto my stomach, my feet hitting the floor. He slides right back in, his pace relentless as pleasure spikes again, my hands fisting the sheets.

And then it clicks—Roman’s hesitation and this intensity. Something triggered his rut, maybe me, the newness of this. I don’t know but he’s fucking me like he’s claiming me, his knot swelling, pressing but not locking against my entrance.

When I come again, squeezing his cock, he’s still fucking into me, chasing his release. Some part of me fucking loves this version of him. The other part wants his knot.

Roman

I’m lost in her, in the slick, tight heat of Maya’s pussy, my cock buried deep inside of her, her walls squeezing me so hard I can barely think. The motel room’s a blur—neon light seeping through cheap curtains, the bed creaking, our scents thick and tangled together. Maya’s mewling, those delicious, desperate sounds spilling from her lips, her fingers digging into the mattress, clawing at the sheets, and it’s everything. I want to bond her, bite her neck, claim her for good, but I hold back because she’s not ready and I won’t hurt her. My knot’s swelling but I’m still going, chasing a release that won’t come until it expands, until she takes it, and I’m drowning in this rut I can’t stop.

She’s goddamn gorgeous beneath me, her face tilted as Brogan claims her lips, desperate to drink up every sound coming fromher until I hear the one thing that might just push me over the edge.

“Knot me.”

It’s like gasoline on my fire, sending me into overdrive, my hips snapping even harder against her ass. “Tell me again,” I rasp, “because fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Knot me,” she gasps as I pull out and flip her back over again so that she’s facing me before I thrust back in, my knot pushing inside, stretching her until it’s got us locked together. My purr erupts, not a rattle this time but a full, rumbling hum. My cock twitches inside of her as she strangles my cock, my release finally spilling inside of her as my vision blurs, every nerve alight with her, withus.

Something soft brushes my lips, and I blink, finding Brogan kissing me, his rain scent pulling me back to the present, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, calming the rut’s edge. I settle as my purr steadies, allowing me to see my blissed out Beta beneath us, throwing me a tired smile. I gather Maya in my arms, careful not to jostle my knot still locked inside her, and ease us onto the bed, pulling her close to my chest. Brogan curls up on her other side, his hand resting on her hip, the rest of that animalistic need falling away.

Maya hums, a low, sated sound that warms my chest. “That was intense and I feel so fucking full.” Her fingers lazily trace my chest, her voice almost sounding drunk.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to get rough with her but those Alpha instincts won, my rut taking over. I’m terrified that I pushed her too far even if she asked for my knot.

Her gaze shifts up to me, her eyes bright despite the flush on her cheeks. “I’m not. Maybe not all the time, but I like getting thrown around once in a while,and I knew you weren’t gonna hurt me.” Her words ease over me like a balm, and I exhale, my purr humming louder.

“Although, I wouldn’t hate seeing you two kiss again. It’s adorable.”

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