Page 82 of Do You Even Hex, Bro?
Killian doesn't even pause. Just flips him off. "Stop whining and maybe you'll get a turn, pup," he rumbles against my flesh, the vibrations making me whimper and squirm.
I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm letting them do this. I can't believe how incrediblygoodit feels.
Sean's hands slip higher under my borrowed shirt, cupping my breasts. He presses his lips to my neck, breath hot against my ear.
"Does that feel good, little witch?" he rumbles in my ear.
“Y-yes," I pant, unable to form more complex sentences as Killian's tongue circles my clit.
"Good girl," Sean purrs, squeezing my breasts gently. He gives a low, throaty chuckle at my body's immediate response. My nipples are already hard and pebbled against his fingertips.
"I think our Bonded has a praise kink," Micah observes, voice thick with arousal.
They're right, damn them. The words of approval send lightning down my spine, making me arch and writhe against Killian's mouth.
"That's it," Killian encourages between licks. "You're so perfect. So sweet. Let us hear you."
The combination of his skilled tongue, Sean's hands on my breasts, and their words of praise pushes me over the edge. I come with a sharp cry, my orgasm slamming into me, followed by bliss washing over my body in waves. Killian doesn't let up, lapping at me through the aftershocks, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling.
When I finally catch my breath, I realize they're far from done with me.
Sean maneuvers me onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his jeans. "My turn," he growls, unzipping his pants and freeing himself with one hand.
"Oh,fuck," I gasp, reaching back to tangle my fingers in his hair as he lifts my hips as easily as if he's maneuvering a doll. He guides me down onto his length, and as wet as I am, the thickness of his crown barely gets past my entrance before meeting friction.
My hips buck of their own accord, allowing him to fill me another couple of inches, and the sensation is enough to send my arousal right back up the charts.
"Good girl," Sean growls, his voice raw and primal, a side of the exuberant, goofy alpha I'm not used to seeing. One I decide I could definitely get used to. "Let me stretch that tight pussy open."
His words make my body clench down on him in response, and on the release, gravity does the rest of the work, allowing me to slip down onto him the rest of the way, his arms wrapping around me and pressing my ass against his padded midsection.
Micah kneels between my spread legs, eyes fixed on where Sean disappears inside me. "My turn," he purrs, lowering his head.
The first touch of his tongue against my swollen, sensitive clit makes me jerk. Sean holds me steady, beginning a slow rhythm of thrusts while Micah licks and sucks at my most sensitive point.
I'm overwhelmed in the best possible way, caught between their bodies, surrounded by their scents. And beneath the pleasure, I feel something else—a subtle energy flowing into me from their touch, replenishing what I've lost.
Killian was right. Thisishelping, even without a formal bond.
Sean's thrusts grow more insistent, and I feel something swelling at the base of his cock just when I thought I'd taken all of him.
"Wh-what the fuck is that?" I gasp, trying to look down.
Sean's rhythm falters. "What's what? You mean my knot?"
"I thought you were joking about that," I say, eyes wide. "You have knots? Intheseforms?"
The three of them exchange amused glances.
"You don't know much about shifter anatomy, do you?" Killian asks, clearly entertained by my ignorance.
"Not really," I admit, blushing furiously. "I kind of—ah!—avoided the subject."
"We'll be happy to give you a hands-on anatomy lesson," Killian purrs, unbuckling his belt. He frees his own cock. It’s massive and intimidating, with a visible swelling at the base. His entire cock, knot and all, is the size of my fucking forearm.
Oh, fuck.
Theyweren'tjoking.
