Page 58 of Hunting for her Heart
I nod my head as a strained whimper escapes me. I pull away from Hawk just enough to answer, “Yes.” Hawk uses his hand behind my neck to pull my lips back to his, like he can’t get enough of me.
Bo doesn’t wait to pull up the last few inches of my dress, exposing my core between us. His fingers lightly run through my folds, making me gasp as my head tilts back. Hawk peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck as Bo’s fingers find my clit, making me cry out when he rubs his thumb over it.
I had no idea that it could be a source of pleasure. My education definitely didn’t prepare me foranything like what I’m feeling now. It spoke of sex in the more clinical sense, but I knew that it was something that the men in the compound enjoyed.
Even though women never seemed to enjoy it, I knew that wasn’t the case in the rest of the world. Izzy hadn’t told me much the night she returned to try to free me, but she did tell me that everything they taught us was lies, that women should have equal say and rights.
I never really understood what she meant until I met these three. Since day one, they have treated me like a person who matters, and not an object as I’d been raised to believe.
All thoughts of Izzy and that world fade as Bo starts to circle my clit with his thumb. “Bo!” I moan, unsure if I want him to stop or keep going, the sensations completely foreign to my body.
“Try to relax,” he whispers in my ear. “Let us take care of you.” I try to nod, since I feel incapable of speech. The way my core tingles and throbs, I have no idea what I want but feel like I might burst if I don’t get it soon.
Hawk continues kissing down my neck, shuffling his body to shift down as he goes. He runs a finger along the low neckline of my nightdress, then tilts his head up as he asks, “May I?” I bite my lip and nod, watching as he pulls down my dress and exposes my breasts to him.
I don’t have much going on there, especially with how thin I am, but the way his eyes heat tells me he doesn’t feel the same. He squeezes one in his large hand, making me moan, then when he swipes a thumb across my nipple, I gasp as another bolt of desire hits me between the legs.
I’m learning so much about my body tonight. I had no idea there were so many erogenous zones.
Hawk leans closer and covers my breast with his mouth,sucking hard as his tongue caresses my nipple. My hands fly to his head, holding him tightly as I cry out. It’s the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. Both terribly arousing, sending wave after wave of lust to my core, but also so overstimulating that I almost want it to stop.
My stomach tightens as a strange, unfamiliar sensation spreads inside of me, almost like the pressure I feel when I need to pee.
“Relax,” Bo whispers in my ear, as if feeling my turmoil. “Let us make you feel good.” He swirls a finger around my entrance, and I inhale sharply as I await him to press inside. But it doesn’t come. And as I start to let my breath out, that’s when he does it, slipping his finger in before I even have the chance to tense up.
I realize he did that on purpose, and I’m grateful, as my core clenches his finger and we both moan. “So tight,” he whispers. “We’ll need to stretch you out.”
A whimper escapes me at that understanding of what he needs to stretch me outforis silently implied. I imagine him pushing his cock into me, and suddenly, I’m second-guessing holding back on cementing our bond.
When he starts to thrust his finger in and out of me, my upper arm flies back, gripping his head, the need to touch him uncontrollable.
The tightness in my core starts to expand, and I gasp.
“Can you take another finger, baby?” Bo whispers in my ear as he starts to press in a second one. I whimper, my hand tightening in his hair as he slowly works it in. Meanwhile, Hawk hasn’t stopped lavishing my breasts, bouncing back and forth with his hand and mouth between them both.
When Bo finally gets both fingers in me and pushes them all the way to his knuckles, he moves them in a tiny circlethat drives me crazy. I start to thrust my hips against his hand, silently begging him for more.
“Mmm,” he moans in my ear, then chuckles as he runs his nose up the side of my neck. “You like that, do you?”
“Please!” I beg, my hips moving around in an uncoordinated effort to find what I need.
“What is it you want, little mate?” he asks before grazing his teeth over my neck, sending another bolt of need to my core. I whimper and feel him smile against my skin. With Hawk down at my chest, and Bo’s mouth on my neck, I tilt my head back, my eyes closed as I silently beg for him to give me more.
Gentle fingers caress my face, then soft lips touch mine, the tickle of a beard skating over my heated skin. Opening my eyes, I find Ronan’s beautiful green ones. It seems he’s moved around to lie above Hawk, aligning his head with mine.
“You didn’t answer his question,” he tells me. I scramble to remember what Bo asked, but it’s impossible to think straight with all three of them touching me. “He asked you what you want,” he reminds me.
A noise that’s half whimper, half annoyance leaves my lips, unsure how to answer that. “More,” I finally say, unsure what I need from them, only that the tightness is at a standstill, no longer growing, but also not going away.
“More what?” he prods, before kissing me again.
“I don’t know,” I say, looking at him with pleading eyes.
His eyes scan my face before he asks, “Are you aching, my tiny treasure?” I nod my head once as his fingers skate across my jaw and over my lower lip. “Do you need a release?”
“I-I don’t know what that means,” I confess as Bo slowly starts to pull his fingersout.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?” Bo asks, making me gasp. I’ve never heard of either of those phrases before, but I have a feeling I know what they both mean.
