Page 116 of Strays
The pleasure is so complete I feel my vision blur.
She gasps and lets out a little whimper, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispers, closing her eyes. It’s such a relief for me too, I almost cry.
I hold her up and thrust deep and hard, filling her over and over again.
But my brothers are just as desperate as I am. Shane rises to his feet and moves to her side, his cock leveling with her mouth. He waits, breath unsteady, until she lifts her head and reaches for him. He bends slightly, one hand at the base, guiding it to her lips.
Jay is on her other side, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her back. He grabs her free hand and places it over his cock. She wraps around him, stroking as she sucks Shane, moaning with every thrust I drive into her.
The rut fog is stronger than anything I’ve experienced before. I drown in it, completely surrendering to the pleasure of being inside her.
It doesn’t take long. I feel the pressure building so fast I don’t even try to hold back; I know I can’t.
“I need to knot. I need to knot!” I gasp. I can’t stop it.
Shane pulls back and kneels. He reaches around, finding her clit, and it’s over in seconds.
Jo screams, body clenching around me. Her orgasm rips through her, dragging mine with it. I lose my senses. All I can feel is my knot fully swelled and my seed spilling into her, pulse after pulse.
She shakes, and I hold her down firmly on my cock, heart pounding.
When my knot softens, I lift her gently and slide out of her.
Shane doesn’t wait. He takes her from my arms and pulls her onto his lap, her back to his chest as he sinks inside her.
I drop onto the mattress, dizzy, my body still twitching.
Shane holds her slightly lifted, and thrusts hard up into her. Jay kneels in front of her and kisses her mouth, neck, shoulder. Then he grabs his cock and leans forward, lowering his hips and pressing in until the head finds her clit. He rubs against it in frantic circles, while Shane slams into her, faster and harder.
In a moment, she screams, coming again, and Shane groans his own orgasm as her body arches between him and Jay.
When his knot deflates, Jay is there. He takes Jo from Shane, lays her on her back, lifts her legs onto his shoulders, and enters her hard. She gasps under him, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard.
Shane collapses beside me, but Jay is already grunting, desperate.
“I need you, Jo. I need you,” he pants, thrusting deep.
I crawl beside her and slip my hand down to her clit, rubbing soft, tight circles, once, twice, and she shatters again. A tear rolls down Jay’s cheek as he closes his eyes in relief, his mouth open as he climaxes and knots her.
When it’s all over, Shane and I take her to the bathroom. We clean her gently, then carry her back to the nest and make her drink half a bottle of water.
Her scent is still spiced, but bearable now. My mind is a little clearer.
She sighs, setting the bottle down. “It hurt,” she says. “I didn’t know it would hurt that bad. Just here.” She presses her hands to her lower belly. “The pain only went away when you were inside me.”
“You feeling better now?” Jay asks.
She nods, serious.
I touch her forehead. Still warm, but no longer burning. That calms me.
But it doesn’t last. A little more than an hour later, her scent spikes again and her temperature rises. The rut pulls us under, and we start all over again.
It lasts two days.
We hum for her the entire time, never stopping, not even in sleep.
