Page 196 of Just Wait

He quickly dips back inside, giving me more of his length on this thrust. Slamming my ass back, I whimper.

My core spasms around him.

It’s the strangest feeling, but I don’t hate it. Wiggling my ass, I try to tell him I want more.

I just need more.

Harder.

All of them.

To be taken over and over again.

I need their cum.

Their knots.

“Heaters are off,” Mal says, climbing back onto the mattress near my waist. He snakes a hand between me and the mattress and teases my clit. “Let’s see if a few more orgasms help to settle your system.”

I make a mad grab for his cock, but he pulls my hand away.

“Focus on K and Riser,” Mal says, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.” He applies firmer pressure to my swollen nub, and my tits ache with the same needy feeling in my core.

I rock on my palm that rests against the mattress and bring the other to wrap around Kincaid’s knot.

“Pinch my thigh if you want a break,” K says, slapping my lips with his sticky tip.

I swirl my tongue around it and hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper. His knot vibrates against my palm, and he growls. It has a visceral effect on my system. I drip around Riser’s swollen length, sweat beading on my skin.

Riser finally stops teasing me, working into me in punishing strokes that have his pelvis bouncing against my ass.

Kincaid was right. I might be sore tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. Every time I sit down, I’ll think about how delicious Riser felt stretching me to capacity.

“Damn, dirty girl,” Kincaid says. “Your goal must be to get me to embarrass myself.”

I moan, curling my tongue around the bottom of his shaft. His piercings feel strange in comparison to his soft skin, but I love the way they roll against my tongue.

He tastes like hazelnut and chocolate, and I’m ravenous for him to come in my mouth. It’s hard to work on sucking him off rather than just teasing his crown to get him to give me little spurts of precum.

“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are with my cock disappearing between your lips,” K says, massaging my scalp with his fingers. His praise only makes me more determined to have him come all over my tongue. Using his hold in my hair, he takes over. His tip hits the back of my throat, and I gag, tears springing to my eyes. “I’m fucked up. Those little sounds…” He growls, shaking his head. “It makes me want to try it all over again when you’ve got a full face of makeup. I wanna watch the mascara stream down your cheeks as you choke on my cock.”

Molten lava feels like it rips through my insides, and I clench my eyes shut as pain ravages my system.

Something is very wrong with me, but I’m too out of it to know how to fix it or what the cause could be.

All I know is I need to come.

Struggling against Kincaid’s hold in my hair, I pop off long enough to tell them that.

My words sound slurred to my own ears, and I vaguely wonder if I’m dick drunk.

This can’t be what betas meant when they said they got high on alpha pheromones…

“Sorry, beautiful,” Riser says, sounding pained. “I’m trying to pound into you, but I don’t want to risk shoving my knot inside you with no prep.”

“Do it,” I beg around K’s shaft.

“We’ll talk about that later,” Mal says. “But for now, just relax and give in to the sensations. Your alphas have you.” He works my clit with no mercy, and it doesn’t take long for my entire body to tense in anticipation.