Page 357 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

I exhale slowly.

He pushes in. The pressure is insane. My body resists for one aching second, then gives all at once, and Valek slides in beside Wraith with a strangled groan.

"Holy fucking shit," I choke out.

Wraith's snarl vibrates through his chest into mine. His scarred hands clamp onto my hips hard enough to leave bruises, I'm sure, and his forehead drops against the top of my head. I feel every ridge of the two alphas' cocks pressed against each other between my walls.

Full. So fucking full.

Valek thrusts first, shallow and controlled, and Wraith makes a raw rattling groan, his hips rolling forward, pushing in as Valek pulls back. Each alternating thrust presses me against the other alpha's chest, their swollen knots bumping against my pussy without breaking through.

They'd fucking split me in half if they tried.

Wraith's mouth is open against my scalp, sharp teeth resting against my head without biting. His breath comes in wet, rough pants. Valek's fingers dig into my breasts, massaging my pebbled nipples and guiding the pace, his chin hooked over my other shoulder.

"Touch yourself," Valek demands softly in my ear, his breath tickling my hair.

My hand slides between my legs.

The moment my fingers find my clit, I completely fall apart. I hear myself screaming again but it's distant, lost under the roaring in my ears and the snarls of both alphas as my body clamps down around them and I writhe frantically in their laps.

Wraith comes first, his hips stuttering and slamming forward one last time, his cock pulsing deep, filling me with heat. His snarl cracks, his scarred hands trembling on my hips.

Valek's teeth find my shoulder beside the healed marks and his hands gripping my breasts harder. The bite sends one more aftershock rolling through me as he spills inside me, cock jerking against Wraith's.

We collapse on our sides, Valek and Wraith both curling around me, wrapping around each other, faces buried in my hair and inhaling my scent at my neck. The tent sags sideways where Wraith's massive frame presses too hard against the wall.

The only sounds are three sets of ragged, blissed out breathing, the river flowing outside, and a cricket just outside the tent that's chirping hesitantly, like it isn't sure if that’s a bad idea right now.

I'm sandwiched between two massive, glorious, panting alphas in a tent in the middle of nowhere, and everything is just right.

"I can't feel my legs," I announce with a content, breathless laugh.

Wraith huffs against my hair.

Valek's chest shakes beneath me. "You don't need them."

I wriggle experimentally. Both of them groan. "Okay, yeah. Nobody move. Moving is banned."

Wraith's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer. His face is completely hidden in my hair, his jaw resting against the top of my head. His breathing is slowing, deep and even.

He's already falling asleep.

My heart swells.

Valek is still mostly beneath me, one arm behind his head, the other draped across Wraith's forearm where it wraps around my stomach.

"I want to send a picture," Valek slurs into my hair.

I lift my head to try to look at him. "What?"

"To the others. They've been worried."

I can hear the grin in his voice, even without seeing it.

Wraith's arm tightens.

"Just of us in the tent," Valek says.