I moan as the new angle sends pleasure rolling through me all over again, and I rock instinctively for more pressure against my clit.
I cannot seem to get enough of them. It feels almost like heat, only biology isn't driving this need. This is me, fully aware and gloriously gone for my mates.
"So is that a no on fucking your ass, baby girl?" Shade asks, voice low and wrecked with want.
Blaise is still draped against his back, thoroughly unhelpful and clearly delighted by it, his hands wandering with lazy purpose over Shade's naked body, while Shade tries and fails to stay controlled. I watch as one of Blaise's hands traces down Shade's chest, his abs, and to his cock shining with spit. He flicks the silver piercing at the tip, making it glint in the fading afternoon light.
Shade grunts and clenches all over. A bead of pre-come forms at the tip, and then rolls languidly down his shaft.
The sight of Shade and Blaise together does dangerous things to my self-control. They're beautiful together. Shade flushed and pleading, Blaise wicked and playful, both of them looking like they would happily drag me under with them.
Yes. I want that.
I want everything they can give me. I don't think I have any limits when it concerns my mates.
I want Shade stretching my ass while Viper is in my pussy.
If Viper were not already taking me apart piece by piece with his giant cock, maybe I could answer with some dignity. Instead, all that comes out is a needy, desperate, "Please, Daddy. Yes. Oh, please."
My mind has already gone hazy, my body too full of pleasure to care about anything except the hands on me and the anticipation brewing in my belly.
Shade shifts behind me, settling close, straddling Viper's legs, and his touch turns purposeful. He slides his warm hands over the globes of my ass, squeezes, and spreads them.
I hear Knox suck in a breath as Shade spits, and wetness slides down between my cheeks.
It sends a thrill through me so intense it sends a pulse to my clit and tears a helpless little sound from my throat. "Oh frack. Mmm!"
Something about him spitting directly on my pucker has my inner Omega going wild.
When his fingers begin to work me open with slow, careful circles over the ring of muscles, I melt even further, my whole body relaxing, knowing I'm in capable hands.
"There you are," Shade murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction, when the tip of his finger dips inside, and then down to the first knuckle. He works me gently but thoroughly, quickly moving up to two fingers, and then three.
I know Blaise and Knox are watching too. I can feel it. Their attention drags over me like another set of hands as they watch my asshole being breached. It leaves me hotter, needier, and the thought of them seeing me so debauched makes me clench.
Viper feels it. He stops his hard thrusting and starts a deeper, rolling grind, pushing his half-swollen knot against my threshold until my world narrows to pressure, heat, and the unbearable promise of almost.
His knot pops inside.
"Viper!" I cry out, my whole body seizing around him as pleasure crashes through me so hard my eyes lose focus and blur. His knot rapidly expands, pressing perfectly against my O-spot, rendering me helpless and wrecked as my orgasm rushes toward me. "Yes, oh yes. Mmm."
He comes with a rough shout, his body tightening beneath mine as his cock throbs deep inside me and hot ribbons of come fill me. He shudders, his hot breath puffing over my sweaty brow.
As I teeter at the pinnacle of my pleasure, so close to falling over the edge, I feel Shade notch his cockhead at my rear rim.
"Come for me, baby girl," he says, voice low and ruined. He pulls my ass-cheeks wider apart to give my watching mates a better view of his penetration. "Come and I’ll fuck you through it."
As if I could do anything but obey.
I shatter.
My eyes roll back as my release rips through me.
Viper groans beneath me, holding me tight while my aftershocks contract on his knot, milking him for more of his seed.
I'm still moaning and shaking when the head of Shade's cock slips past my rim. Without pausing for me to adjust, he takes me in one strong, claiming stroke that steals the sound straight from my lungs.
My mouth gapes in a silent scream until I find my voice.