Broken Bond - Callie Rose Page 0,69
Trystan off. Then his lips brush the shell of my ear, his whisper meant only for me. “Am I crushing you?”
I make a contented noise of disagreement. He’s heavy, but I’ve never felt anything more perfect in my life.
He nips my earlobe, his heartbeat thudding against my back. “Good. Because I’m not ready for this to end. I plan to be inside you so many times we both lose count, but as long as I fuckin’ live, I’ll never forget this moment.”
The raw honesty in his voice makes my heart melt. I turn my head, craning my neck so I can find his lips with my own. Our kiss is long and deep and sweet, and when we finally break apart, he pulls out of me and helps me turn over onto my back.
I thought I was sated and boneless, but as I look around me at my three other mates, my clit throbs, already aching for more.
They’re all still hard, hands still wrapped around their shafts as they look down at me—sweaty and flushed, Dare’s cum spilling down my thighs. I want every single one of them, even though I’m not quite sure how to make that work. But as my gaze roams over each of their faces, Ridge and Trystan turn to look at Archer.
My stomach does a little flip.
I know exactly what they’re doing. They’re letting him take the lead. They’re sharing me.
The men all know what happened between me and Ridge, and I’m pretty sure they know something happened between me and Trystan too. Archer is the only one I haven’t consummated the bond with yet, and instead of fighting him for it or trying to push him out, the men are ceding to him.
For a group of possessive alphas used to getting what they want, their actions speak volumes.
I turn toward Archer too, reaching out to catch his hand and tugging him gently toward me. He offers no resistance, moving to kneel between my legs as he raises our joined hands to his lips and kisses my fingers.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs. “I don’t want to push you too far. I don’t want to hurt you. If you need more time—”
“I don’t.”
My words come before he’s even finished speaking. And I mean them. Maybe I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it will be completely worth it. Archer is just as important to me as my three other mates, and I want to feel him inside me. I want to kiss his golden skin and his beautiful lips.
“I want you,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
His cock is slick, and I realize he’s already spilled a little of his arousal, smearing it over his shaft as he stroked himself. He must be close to coming, and I want desperately to have him inside me when he does.
Archer’s jaw clenches, a look of intense emotion washing over his features. Then he hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me a little closer to him on the bed. The stretch as he eases himself inside me is different from the way it felt with Dare. I’m soaking wet, my core drenched in a combination of cum and my own arousal, and that helps ease the slight sting as Archer fills me up.
He watches me carefully for the first few thrusts, as if he’s looking for any sign that he’s hurting me. I hold his gaze, letting nothing but my love and happiness shine through my eyes.
Maybe it’s my silent reassurance, or maybe even a gentleman like Archer has limits to his control, but after a few more strokes, he begins to move faster and harder, driving into me as low grunts rumble from his chest.
He’s still holding my knees, controlling the movement of my lower body as he fucks me, and on either side of me, I watch Ridge and Trystan stroke themselves.
Their movements are just like Archer’s—rough and desperate. Every single one of these men has been brought to the edge, and my breath comes faster as I stare at them, wanting to see the exact moment they hurtle off the cliff.
Archer is the first. My beautiful golden god of a mate grasps my legs in a bruising grip, lifting my ass off the bed and spreading my legs wider as he slams into me. His teeth are bared in something like a snarl as he grinds his hips against mine, his cock emptying inside me with long pulses.
“Fuck, little wolf.