Page 107 of Unwanted

“Her pussy clamped down like a vice at the idea, alpha. I don’t know if we will both fit. But she fucking wants it, don’t you, baby?” Finn asks, grinding into me until I’m a mess of moans.

I can’t think, answer, or do anything but feel them. Reid matches my desperation with gentleness. He rolls and grabs lube, coating himself while Finn keeps up that maddening, slow rocking of his hips. I can feel Reid’s possessive need to claim, his desire to take me hard, but he’s careful and slow with me, cherishing.

That’s awesome. Great. But I need him to fuck me now. That empty ache is a sucking black hole inside me.

He returns, lining up with my entrance and teasing me until I’m begging on wild yowls. My nails dig into his neck, a command that he finally obeys. His big cock nudges against my entrance while Finn stills.

“Let me in, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his large palm curling around my neck and forcing my eyes to his. He pushes against the resistance, and for a moment, I fear the stretch, the sting.

“You’re doing so good for us, Cammie,” Finn coos, his roaming hands caressing my pebbled skin.

“It will fit, sweetheart, just a little more.” Reid surges forward, his voice husky and thick.

I clench at the fullness. It’s too much, too good that I almost call out to stop, but then my body melts. It pushes me to another place in my mind, the pleasure like a rocket shooting past the atmosphere and into the stars.

My mates move slowly. Time melts like my body. The fullness continues as they fuck me in tandem. Never empty. Always bordering on too much. My core tightens, spiraling into that oblivion, and I orgasm. But that’s too small of a word. I come and come, without stopping, my mind fluffy cotton clouds. It’s infinity, an endless sky of dripping stars.

Hands keep me grounded between them. Their voices are fuzzy, but I can feel their praise in my soul where my bonds burn bright.

And then my pregnant body bursts my buzz, and I shift uncomfortably, falling back from the clouds. The baby kicks, rolling onto my bladder like a bouncy bunny.

“You have to pee now, don’t you?” Finn laughs into my neck.

“And I’m pretty sure she’s gonna want a snack after that,” Reid teases.

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, a plate of nachos loaded with extra jalapeños flashes in my mind. This baby has me obsessed with spice. My stomach gives a loud grumble, sending Reid into a smug chuckle.

“Called it,” he says, scooping me up and carrying me from the bed.

They dote on me, cleaning me up, massaging cream into my sore places, and feeding me a snack. Reid goes to check on the kids, and Finn tucks me back against his chest, his hands gravitating back to my baby bump.

Our youngest is dancing now, and Finn sucks in a breath when he feels the flutter of movement. “I’ll never get over how amazing it is,” he whispers.

Reid snuggles in with us when he returns, tucking me under his arm and helping me to get comfortable. His hands find my hair, and the nest creates a soft cocoon of scent that makes my limbs tired.

I’ve never felt more seen or more wanted than I do with these men. I guess threesomes really are forever.