Page 36 of Indigo

“Let’s get to work, boys.” He smirks at his packmates.

Nash laughs, and he kneels in front of me as if I'm the Goddess herself and he’s a believer. His intense eyes meet mine, and it’s just a second of deep connection before he starts licking my pussy as Cassidy fucks it. He’s sloppy with it, licking and spitting on our joining. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, and I know it affects Cassidy too. He’s fucking me hard as if his cock wants to split me in two. He grunts and moans in my ear, and another orgasm takes me.

My pussy quakes around his cock, and instead of slowing down, he goes deeper until I’m impaled with his knot. It’s bigger than the rest of him and a tight squeeze even though I’m beyond wet.

My eyes fan close, but Cassidy grips my chin again, “Look up, Sour Peach. Watch as you take my knot.”

Fuck me, if the image of us is not beautiful. With Cassidy behind me, Nash between my legs, and Hank stroking his cock beside me, I wish I could paint this moment. Don’t know where I’d hang it, but I want it in a frame.

Cassidy bites my shoulder, and it’s my only warning before he starts coming. His cock pulses inside, his knot impossibly big. I cry out from the burn of stretch.

I suck in a breath. Every cell of my body cries and begs. If I think this is my break, I’m mistaken. Nash opens my pussy to his view with his thumb and index finger, and licks his lips. “My turn?”

twenty-two

Hank

Cassidy cries out, his knot barely weaned, and Nash lifts Indigo off him and throws her on the bed. I keep watching, feeding myself with the crumbs of her pleasure before I have a chance to be what is making her full.

“Nash!” she cries out when he enters her.

Jaw slack, she holds on to his shoulder as he pushes inside her, mercilessly mirroring our need.

There’s something about being a pack. It’s not just the brotherhood and the sense of home that you find in your packmates. Their pain becomes yours, but their pleasure too. I grip my knot tightly as I watch Nash fucking our woman. Her gasps echo around the room as her perfume takes me hostage.

Blunt nails bite the skin of his shoulders as she gallops for another orgasm. Damn, I lost count of how many now. A smile curls my lips right when her eyes find mine, and I stroke myself for her, showing everything she owns.

There’s so much promise in my gaze, and she reciprocates. I know she does. I dip my face and kiss her deeply, taking my time with her lips.

Something changed. I don’t want to be too hopeful, but I prayed that these moments with us would make her see that there’s a future in being part of this pack. I want her to see that our souls belong to her. I’m begging for her to look and see.

Please, see me.

Every cell of my body claims her. Does she even know what is happening here? Does she understand this could never be just fucking? Not with our mate.

Nash groans against the delicate skin of her neck, pushing himself to the hilt, knotting her as he comes. He falls on top of her, unable to hold himself, but instead of complaining, her mouth curves in a little smile.

Eyes closed, she runs her hands up and down his spine, and she kisses his neck. You can’t tell me this is a woman who doesn’t want us. Not when her hands are this gentle, and her kisses are this passionate. I let that small ball of hope grow and beat against my sternum.

Is it possible? Can she really feel everything that we are? I’m consumed with my thoughts, and I miss when Cassidy grabs her a bottle of water, which she takes eagerly. They talk between themselves while she’s stuck warming Nash’s cock, but not one word escapes my lips. There are no words to explain what I’m feeling, and I’m too scared of blurting out a love declaration. So I bite my cheek and sit with my back against the headboard, smiling occasionally to pretend I’m not desperately in love with this woman.

“Hank?”

The softness in her voice shakes me out, and I realize that she’s free from Nash and looking at me uncertainly, which is laughable. Does she think I changed my mind?

“Come here, baby,” I say as I pat my lap.

She brightens up, my heart squeezes inside my chest, and she crawls to me. She fucking crawls to me. Masculine groans bounce off the walls of the hotel room. It’s not only me, but the other two who have the perfect view of her backside while she’s on her knees.

When she’s close enough, I take her waist and bring her against my chest. As soon as her skin brushes against mine, I’m in heaven. She straddles my waist, fingertips on my skin and big blue eyes following my every move.

“You’re ready for me?”

She nods but adds, “You’re big.”

My cock between us twitches with awareness, but I laugh as Cassidy groans. “Don’t go around giving us a complex, Sour Peach.”

She chuckles but still looks unsure, watching my cock like it’s about to betray her. Shit, is she scared? I don’t want her to be scared. My mind races, and she surprises me by taking me into her palm. I hiss with the first contact, tossing my head back.