Page 52 of Hangman's Knot
When that doesn't work, Luke picks her up, eliciting a slight squeal from her, and heaves her into the not-nest, covering her entire body with his, ripping off her pants and pushing her panties to the side, and then he's inside her in one thrust.
Her mind goes blank, the faint screaming that's been echoing in her head the past few days finally silent for once as she gets lost in his body.
When she wakes again, one of them is there, easing their cocks inside of her until her mind whites out with pleasure.
It feels like their rut again, the way one of them is always inside of her. But they're not feral with need this time. They're reverent with her, lips and tongues and hands and cocks worshipping her body.
Anytime she feels sore, they change tactics, gently easing their cocks into her mouth instead of her centre so she can get lost in the taste of them while one of them gently rubs or palms her clit.
They're gentle and adoring and she's never felt so cherished in her life. She doesn't know how long she stays in that hazy space. Hours? Days? Years? Her body constantly buzzes with nerve endings that have been at last been caressed and patted and purred into submission.
When she opens her eyes, Julius is beneath her, reclining back against the pillows in her not-nest while he eases her down the length of his cock to ride him, guiding her to roll against him gently.
Her hands absentmindedly trace the lines of his tattoos. She had always liked them since the first time she saw them. They made him look so... bad. A bad boy who treated her so good.
He purrs softly for her, and she thinks he can probably feel the adoration she has for him through the bond.
He nods at one of them behind her in some unspoken communication, and the next thing she knows, Tenor is crouching against her back, crowding in behind her instead of waiting his turn.
His hand snakes around to her front, gliding up her belly, her breasts, glazing over the front of her neck before he reaches her mouth.
"What–" Her protest is cut off as he slips three fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue with the pads of his fingers.
"Shhhhh. Suck," he purrs.
Without question, she sucks, pretending it is his cock and pulling it deeper into her mouth.
"Good girl," he growls. "You're such a good girl, Eden, do you know that? Make my fingers good and wet."
She does, lathing between the digits with her saliva, not evenconsidering whether she should be embarrassed, fully lost in the haze they've built around her.
Luke crawls up the bed on her side, every movement a prowling predator. He's unashamed of his nakedness. None of them ever seemed shy about their naked bodies, and why should they? They were beautiful. Luke was stacked, all rippling bulging muscles that she knew could snap a man's bones without breaking a sweat.
He lounges back beside Julius on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm propped up under his head in a way that makes his bicep bulge, his eyes boring into hers.
The intense eye contact with Luke while Tenor delves his fingers into her mouth causes her pussy to flutter around Julius, eliciting another groan from him, and she quickly looks away.
Of course, Luke doesn't allow it, catching her jaw in a pinching grip and turning her back to him. He grunts at the sight of his pack brother's fingers in her mouth. She continues to bathe the digits in saliva as instructed, her mind whirling with half-constructed ideas.
"Good," Tenor purrs as he slips his hand from her mouth. Slowly, his hand trails down her spine to the cleft of her buttocks.
Her spine arches and she resists the urge to pull away as they travel further, steadily, until they finally reach her puckered hole. The intimacy of the touch almost makes her jump, a yelp escaping her mouth, but then—
"Trust us, Eden," Luke tells her. His hand snakes around the back of her neck, pulling her body down so her chest is pressed against Julius'. He leans over the other male's body to mouth at her neck, licking and nipping at his claiming scar and sending shocks of pleasure through her as he teases the sensitive flesh.
Her eyes close, but she nods slightly at him, acquiescing.
"If you want to stop, just say so. We'll stop, no questions asked. We'll never do anything you don't want."
Another small nod.
She feels Tenor's fingers begin to circle and rub at her hole. Not pressing in, simply acclimating her to the sensation. She fights the urge to shiver and wiggle, but leans forward, burying her face further into Julius' neck as Luke's hand around the back of hers tightens in a claiming grasp that sends soothing relaxation through her body.
Slowly with one fingertip, Tenor begins to slide a single finger into her ass.
Her breath catches. There's a small bite of pain, her body resisting the intrusion in such a private place. Tight. It felt unbelievably tight. Forbidden.
"Relax," Tenor's voice bites out, roughened now with desire. "You need to relax, baby. I don't want to hurt you."
