I wiggled to the end, ready to take him too.
“Come here, baby.” He held out his arms and picked me up bridal style when I was close enough.
Killian carried me toward the bathroom, but I quickly wiggled, slipping out of his arms and down his body.
“No. We’re not done yet. I haven’t taken you yet, Killian.” My hands were on his chest, already pushing him back toward the chair he’d been sitting in.
He barely budged, and I narrowed my eyes as he shook his head.
“You don’t have to do that, baby. You’ve got to be tired by now.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Let me help clean you up. You can rest, and we can play later.”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to cup my sex. My fluid, along with his brothers’, coated his large fingers, and he groaned. His eyes flashed, and I knew I had him.
“I’m not tired, Killian. I’m aching. I’m begging. I want to hold a piece of each of you inside me tonight, and you’re my last mate.” I rubbed his hand seductively over my pussy, drawing in a sharp breath when his finger slipped easily between my folds and against my swollen clit.
It was sensitive and needy as the rough pad of his finger grazed over it.
“Nix,” he began to protest again, but his cock was hard behind his boxers, and I reached into his open fly and slipped my palm over it. I squeezed his heavy balls, loving the way his dick extended up my forearm. Killian was a big guy, and his cock matched the bulk of his body.
I licked my lips.
“Are you going to let me have you? Or do you need more convincing?”
My hand wrapped around his aching member, and he hissed through his teeth.
“I-I… Fuck!” He didn’t get to finish whatever refusal was on his tongue, because my small hand stroked over his cock from root to tip, rendering him speechless as I ran my thumb over that sensitive spot at the base of his mushroom head. “Fuck, Nix,” he grunted. “You’re probably sore,” he reasoned, but I shook my head.
“Ryder healed me before their turn. I’m deliciously sore from their session, but I want you too, Killian.” I let go of his hand, and he kept it between my legs, massaging me where I needed it most, rubbing the come I held onto all over my sex.
I planted my free hand on his chest and pushed again, then rolled my eyes when he still didn’t budge. I released him entirely and propped my hands on my hips.
“Don’t make me get physical,” I teased playfully, and Killian arched a brow that told me he’d like to see me try. He probably thought I’d look like a mouse trying to move a mountain, but I had my seductive ways. Luckily, I didn’t have to test any of them since he relented of his own volition.
“Alright, baby. How do you want me?” he asked, his gaze hot and heavy as he crossed his arms and stared me down.
Oh, the possibilities. He must underestimate my creativeness, or perhaps my boldness, if he thought I wasn’t going to come up with an answer.
I already missed his hands on my body, and I quickly helped relieve him of his clothing.
I motioned to the large green upholstered chair.
“Sit down, Killian, and let me love you.” I left the decision in his hands and rejoiced when he finally sat. Warm air from the burning fireplace caressed my chest as I spun and gave him my back. Carefully, I perched on his lap and spread my legs, one on either side of his. Killian held my waist, and I propped my feet on the edge of the chair and lifted myself to take his cock. I lowered onto him once, then twice, living for the grunts he made as I took control. My back was against his massive chest as I leaned into him and bounced on his huge erection.
My other mates made sounds of approval all around me as they watched Killian sink into my depths, and I knew in this position, I was really putting on a show for them—my legs spread wide, my pussy on full display for every thrust and movement, and even my glistening clit hard and needy for their eyes.
Thank God I’d had the others already and was nice and pliant for Killian, because he was bigger and harder than he’d ever been before, and he’d always been well-endowed. His