Page 37 of Monster Daddies
"That's it," Jodrick pants. "That's it, princess." Then his teeth sink into my shoulder, drawing me even deeper into the pleasure already drowning me.
Even as I'm still trembling, Viraat shifts, nudging my hips up with one strong hand. I blink up at Jodrick, dazed and wide-eyed as I realize what's coming next.
"Can you take more, sweetheart?" Viraat whispers, his voice like a promise and a threat. "I need to feel you too. Need to be inside you, and knot you so I can claim you fully."
I can't speak. I just nod. Nod and whimper as I reach back to touch him, feel him.
"Such a good girl," he praises, kissing the side of my face before lining himself up behind me.
Maybe it’s the manor, or just the magic of being theirs, but there’s no pain. Only heat and need.
I just know the first push is slightly overwhelming. I'm already so full, and now there'smore. But my body, impossibly, against all odds, wants this. Needs this. Craves this.
Viraat pushes deeper, groaning like he's losing his mind. "She's so tight," he snarls, hips rolling in slow, steady thrusts. "So wet, slick and tight. Fuck, Jay, she's really made for us." His voice sounds so shocked.
Jodrick holds me through it all, kissing my tears, whispering how proud he is. My body trembles with a fresh, ragged sob. One of joy, need and surrender.
Then I feel Viraat's knot swelling too.
I cry out, loud and raw, as he knots me from behind, locking me in between them.
The pressure, the heat, the fullness... It's too much and not enough all at once. My body convulses again, ripped apart by yet another climax that leaves me gasping.
"Perfect," Viraat grits out. "Ours. Finally fucking ours." And then he strikes, teeth digging in on the other shoulder, claiming me completely.
We stay like that for what feels like it could be forever.
Eventually, the tension ebbs. And even though their knots still hold us together, the frenzy has passed.
What's left between us is soft and sweet.
Jodrick shifts to cradle me, brushing the hair from my damp forehead. "You did so well, little princess. I'm so proud of you."
Viraat follows, smoothing his hands down my sides, his voice gruff but aching with affection. "No one will ever love you like we do. You're ours now. Always."
I can't speak.
I don't need to.
"And I'll remind you, when you're tired of us, or annoyed by our protective nature, that you all but begged us for this," Viraat warns before tucking me even closer to his side.
Chapter Sixteen
Viraat
She's asleep between us, all soft exhales and flushed skin, tangled in the sheets like some fever-dream angel. Her scent clings to everything. Skin, stone, the air itself. And I can still feel her.
The bond is faint but pulsing. A tether made of heat and heart.
Our knots finally begin to deflate. The moment we disconnect physically, something else coils tight inside me. Something less than pleasant.
Regret isn't the right word. It's more like dread. A creeping fear that I've just made the most beautiful mistake of my long, miserable existence.
She sighs in her sleep, turning toward me instinctively, and my arm moves without thought. I gather her in, press my lips to her temple, and breathe her in like I need her to live.
Which I do.
Fuck.
