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When Nik’s knot deflates, Kaleb lifts me off his cock, and he scoots out of the way. Kaleb lays me down, kissing me gently, sucking my lips into his mouth, knowing that I’m all out of energy but still wanting to carry on. His hands roam my body. I can feel the pleasure intensifying with each touch. My skin is sensitive to the touch now, hot and feverish. Slick pools out of me. I moan as his fingers enter me, sliding easily into the wet haven. The pleasure is intense. I’m barely able to comprehend what is happening now, just that I need it. I need him.
“Take me, please, Kaleb. I need you,” I rasp, my mouth dry.
“Yes,” he growls softly. He looms over me, his mouth going to mine to kiss me. He wastes no more time with foreplay. I’m already warmed up and ready to go. All I need is his knot and his bite. I hope he doesn’t think I’m being callous, but it’s hard to focus on anything else as the heat swarms my senses, driving my body to crave only these two things. At that moment, I feel completely exposed. Naked, vulnerable and in the throes of my heat, I am at their mercy. But there is nothing to be afraid of. They love me and worship me as I do them.
Kaleb enters me without ceremony, knowing what I need from him. He thrusts quickly, his muffled groan of satisfaction as I soak his gorgeous cock with slick ringing in my ears.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he rasps. “Fuck, yes. This is so perfect.”
“Mmm.”
I tilt my head to the side, wanting him to bite me. I need to feel it. I need to be that close to him. I wrap my legs around him and cup the back of his head when he drops his mouth to my throat. He kisses me gently, licking me before he bites down quickly on the other side to Nik and Eli. I cry out and climax swiftly, knowing he will too. His heart is hammering in his chest, beating in sync with mine. I squirm, riling him up further. He pounds into me, his teeth ripping through my flesh. He thrusts hard one last time, grunting as he comes inside me, his knot inflating and easing my heat as my pussy clutches desperately at it. He pulls back from the bite and offers me his neck. I bite down weakly at first, but when I break his skin, I increase the pressure.
When I taste his blood, I let him go with an exhausted smile, my eyes closing. He wraps his arms around me and rolls us to the side. I snuggle into him and drift off to sleep, feeling a sense of satisfaction and gratitude. I have just experienced something incredibly special, something that I will never forget with the alphas I love. Knowing Dylan won’t mind waiting while I regroup, I sink into a deep sleep at peace with the world.
ChapterFifty-One
Morgan
I wakeup to a soft glow in the bedroom. I’m wrapped up in my nest, nice and cosy in my scented blanket. I’m lucid after the three knots I had earlier. I will need another one again soon, though. I can already feel the worst of my heat returning.
I take in the scene that confronts me with a smirk. Dylan is standing there with the three other men, all of them watching in silent anticipation.
The room is lit by soft candlelight, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of the alphas and Dylan. The only sound is the music playing softly in the background.
“That’s not creepy or anything,” I admonish. “Stop watching me sleep.”
“You are too gorgeous not to watch,” Dylan says, the charm oozing from every pore in his body. He crosses over to me and unwraps me, his lips just inches away from mine as he looks deep into my eyes. Our bodies are pressed together.
His hands move slowly up and down my body, exploring every inch of my skin. His touch is gentle yet passionate, and it sends shivers down my spine. He reaches out to something next to me. I gasp when he draws an ice cube around my nipple. It peaks instantly against the chill.
“Ooh,” I moan and arch my back, wanting more.
He chuckles softly and slides the ice, tracing it over my heat-fevered skin.
The three other men are watching intently. I can feel their eyes on me as Dylan's hands move lower and lower.
He runs the ice over my mound and rests it on my clit. I writhe on the sheets underneath me in delight.
“Ah!” I cry out when he moves the ice lower and slips it inside my pussy. “Fuck!”
“Good?”
“Mmm.”
I wiggle as the ice starts to melt in the core of my heat.
“More?”
I nod, closing my eyes as he reaches for more ice cubes.
He runs two over my body, tracing them over my nipples before he sucks the peaks gently, slowly moving the ice up to my neck to cool down the alpha bites before they slide down again, over my nipples, over my stomach and mound, resting on my clit before he inserts them in my pussy.
“Yes!”
His fingers join the ice cubes, thrusting lightly, his breathing getting heavier. He withdraws and leans over me. I open my eyes when I feel his face close to mine. He presses his lips against my mouth and uses his tongue to move the ice cube from his mouth to mine.
I suck it, relishing the cold and wetness in my dry mouth.
