42. McQuinn

42

McQuinn

M eggie is insatiable, a fucking sex beast ready to maul us all. It's incredible. When Nils and I reach her, she lunges for us with a greedy purr. Oz barely lifts her off his cock before she's jumping for us.

He groans and rolls to his side. "I think my dick's gonna fall off."

I laugh, but Meggie pouts. She falls back on the bed. Legs spread wide, her hands tracing up and down her own body, pupils blown. She's a wet dream staring up at me. From the foot of the bed, I revel in the moment, so fucking glad I'm not standing in my own way anymore. So grateful that this woman stepped into our lives and wiggled her way into my heart despite my best efforts to push her out.

From behind me, Nils trails his fingertips up my hips. I'm hard as a fucking rock, a pulse shooting from his touch inward. His lips brush the back of my neck, teeth nipping my earlobe, hands sliding around my waist to fist my cock.

Meggie moans, clearly loving Nils and me together. Unsatisfied, her fingers plunge into her wet center.

"Please," she pants.

"None of that. You're mine." Gripping her calves, I pull her all the way to where I'm standing at the end of the bed, swat her hand out of the way, and waste no time sliding into her. So fucking hot. So wet. I don't think I'll ever get used to how amazing she feels. She pulls at my shoulders, wanting me closer, and reaches up to yank on Nils's arm too.

"Hmm, I like the way she thinks." His words are sex drunk, and I love this side of my man. My bonded. I can feel his lust through our new connection, right alongside his love. His feelings intensify my own until I feel like I'm high on the need coursing through me.

Nils slaps the inside of my thigh. "Spread your legs for me."

My dick doesn't need the fresh throb of blood it receives. I feel like I'm eighteen and fell into the hottest porno of my life. Nils's powerful hands palm my ass as I shift my legs, forcing Meggie's even wider.

Waiting for Nils's next instructions, I give her a few slow deep thrusts to keep her calm. She's working herself back into a heat-induced frenzy after not getting enough from Oz alone. This is why omega's need packs, and I'm so glad we're hers.

"Throw me a pillow." Nils says.

For the first time since we came out of the bathroom, I note my other pack mates. Dante is making out with Ellis and Harrison has his eyes trained on Meggie as he palms himself on the side of the bed. Oz is the only one not paying attention, knocked out in a deep sleep.

Harrison tosses two pillows at me. And somehow I know exactly what Nils wants. I can't read his mind through the bond, but I can feel his eagerness, his excitement, his desire to feel both of us at once.

Pillows tucked under her ass, I drape myself over her, positioning my knees on the edge of the bed on either side of her hips, sinking back into her eager pussy. She sighs with relief, and then Nils is there, standing behind me, between my legs and hers, notching his cock just below mine at her entrance. I thought he was going to take my ass. But this is even better. Something new for us to experience together, our girl stretched open to take us both.

A deep moan marks the feeling of exhilaration surging in our bond. His. Mine. Ours.

Unhurried, the head of his cock pressures the tight space between my shaft and Meggie's inner walls. Slowly, she opens for him, stretching wide so he can slide in under my length. I can't move, but even holding still, the feel of his cock easing its way forward alongside mine is almost more than I can handle. He grips my hip with one hand and Meggie's with the other, and he's purring, the rumble so deep it shakes all the way through me.

"Oh," she moans, sucking in a breath. "Yes."

I'm so needy for Nils. For Meggie. It's taking all of my strength to stay still so she can adjust to the feel of both of us together. Being sandwiched between these two will be the death of me. Pulling back, Nils wraps his arms under Meggie's thighs, and lifts her legs, which sends her pussy driving up and swallowing me deeper at the same time as Nils thrusts forward. The sounds we make are an unholy chorus of pleasure.

Nils and I move together, thrusting into Meggie, like one. One bond. One desire to please her. Two feral cocks rubbing against each other and inside our girl's bliss. Paradise.

The love pouring down the bond from Nils sends me to another plane. I'm vaguely aware of Dante slowly pumping Ellis's cock, each stroke teasing his piercing as they watch us, but then Nils thrusts hard and my eyes roll back into my head at the friction.

Meggie pulls me down and hungrily kisses me. She bites my lower lip, gasping and moaning the most erotic sounds as Nils fucks us both with the friction of his movements. Her warm apple pie scent is overpowering, the best dessert imaginable.

"You take us so well, gorgeous. Squeezing your alpha's cocks together like a dream." He caresses my hip. "And you're being such a good boy, controlling yourself when I know you want to pound our girl senseless."

Nils's praise is going to send me over. I can't think. My body is on another plane of existence. All I can do is gasp as he rubs against me. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"Fuck. Fuck! " Meggie repeats under me. Nipping my shoulder with her teeth, she tenses and throws her head back.

"Knot our girl," Nils groans. His grip on me is so tight it'll leave a bruise, and I want it. Another mark of being his.

I'm putty in his hands and obey without hesitation, pushing everything I have into Meggie as she cries out and clenches around me like a fist. So good. So tight. I can't hold out.

My orgasm tears through me, filling her, drenching Nils. His knot swells just outside of Meggie's opening, knocking against my tightening balls. Meggie flies into a second release or maybe just a fresh wave of the first and Nils twitches against me as he comes along with her, both of us mixing inside her.

I'm dead.

I'm pretty sure I've died, and this is heaven. Nils, sweaty and spent, collapses atop me. Meggie murmurs contentedly under me and kisses along my neck.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Ellis says, sounding miles away. "We're trying that next."

With a kiss to my spine, Nils helps me reposition so we're laying on our sides. Neither of us will be leaving our girl until my knot goes down. Meggie's featherlight kisses stop and she releases a sigh as she settles, no longer begging for more.

Finally, finally, she rests.

For now.