Happiness is Earned (Second Chances Book 3), page 2
“Lube?” I gasp, but before I can get an answer, Fin’s deliciously long tongue is teasing me. He’s no longer on the bed, instead, kneeling on the floor, so his head is level with my lower half.
All rational thoughts are gone as he sensually works his way over my clit, drawing gasps and moans from me as he works me up.
Atticus comes closer, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine briefly before he smirks. My cheeky fox nods, and I know that Atticus has given him a silent command, but, this time, I don’t feel left out. I watch as Devoss kneels down at the other end of the bed from Fin, where my head is resting. He presses his thumb to my lips, pushing it past them and forcing my teeth apart.
“Suck, Nora,” Atty murmurs, his hand pressing at the back of my head so I can’t move away. As if I would. I obey, teasing Voss’s thumb as I imitate what I would do if it were his dick, as Fin teases me just as intensely.
“Fingers,” Cevon says quietly, and I gasp when two fingers push into me. They’re not Fin’s, they’re too long. They’re not Orson’s, they’re too thin.
“Fuck,” Voss groans.
“You’re such a greedy girl,” Cevon murmurs, approaching the bed and crouching down to be level with me. His fingers gently brush across my spine, adding another layer to the sensations. “You’re taking Malachi’s fingers so deep, aren’t you? Letting Fin tease that little cunt of yours. Are you going to take our cocks next? Drain us all dry like the little cum lover you are?”
I whimper, my body shaking as my orgasm builds, and Cevon grins.
“Oh, you like that don’t you, my dirty girl?” Cevon asks. “Do you want more, Nora? Do you want Voss’s dick in your mouth? You want to let him fuck this pretty little face of yours?”
I nod, I think I do, but when Voss goes to pull his thumb away, I bite down, and my screams fill the room as my orgasm overtakes me. I didn’t realise it was that close.
“Fuck,” Mal groans. “Her pussy is fucking clenching my fingers so tight.”
I grind into Mal and Fin, trying to draw out the feeling of ecstasy from them.
“You’re such a good girl,” Cevon murmurs, rubbing my back as I come down.
“Are you comfortable like this?” Orson asks, and I nod, not having heard him come back into the room. “Good. Mal move over.”
“We cannot fit you in here,” Mal growls, but Atticus silences them both with his own rumble that soothes me.
“Voss take the lube,” Atticus says, and my fox mate jumps to obey. “Micah, take Voss’s place at our mate’s head.”
“I… sure,” Micah says, rushing over. He’s adorable, a little red blush on his face and chest, but he’s fully naked, displaying himself for my pleasure.
As he should.
“Okay, this doesn’t work for me,” Orson says.
“Then make it work,” Atty says, sounding a little breathless. My body is lifted in the air, and I groan as our positioning changes. Orson lays down on the bed horizontally, his feet pointed to the door, and I’m placed on top of him, facing his feet.
I gasp when his thick fingers pull my folds apart, and his tongue presses straight into me, without even hesitating. He’s not just teasing me, he’s fucking devouring me.
Micah accepts Cevon’s hand up onto the bed, and stands over Orson. I feel someone’s hand on the back of my neck, gently pushing me forward, but I have no idea who. I don’t fight the help, though, not when I can see the delicacy that is Micah’s glistening cock.
“Take him in your mouth, baby,” Cevon commands, and Micah’s eyes dart to mine nervously. There’s a lot going on, and so it’s hard to pinpoint his worries. Maybe he’s concerned he’ll underperform without a rut?
No idea.
I feel guilty, knowing he’s a little overwhelmed, but he eagerly jumped up onto the bed for this blowjob, so he can’t be that overwhelmed.
“He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to partake,” Fin soothes, echoing my thoughts as he stands up from where he had been positioned on the floor. He slowly licks his lips before having the audacity to wipe his mouth clean.
I nod, and when Cevon repeats his command, Micah slowly pushes his dick into my mouth, giving me exactly what I need.
“Really?” Cevon says, watching with eager eyes. “You’re going to go slow? Fuck her mouth, Micah. Our mate is here begging for your cock. Give it to her.”
“She’s fucking desperate for it,” Voss adds, and Orson murmurs his agreement.
“Who knew we needed a hype man?” Mal murmurs, and Orson’s laughter makes me groan, the vibrations hitting differently than his tongue. It’s hot as fuck, and Micah enjoys it as well, based on the twitch of his dick.
I feel something cold against my ass and freeze ever so slightly. Micah pauses his pumping in and out of my mouth to give me a minute, but Orson’s tongue is still working its magic over my clit. But it’s not enough to distract me fully from the invasion. I’m a little overwhelmed, and Voss’s fingers are teasing my asshole, the feeling foreign and mostly unwelcome.
“Shh,” Cevon murmurs, coming to kneel next to me. He trails his finger down my cheek, not caring about the dick in my mouth, as he glances around the room. “Mal, your dick please.”
“Fuck off,” Mal snaps when Cevon laughs. But my tiger mate comes over and kneels next to me with his hard dick right there.
With the weight of the five of us on the bed, I’m surprised it’s not fucking snapped, especially considering the weight of some of my guys.
“Focus on Malachi and Micah, baby,” Cevon commands, but when I don’t move to take Mal in my hand or resume my oral skills, Cevon takes over. He takes my right hand and wraps it around Malachi’s cock, the tiger groaning as I do. “Make the tigers feel good, and let Voss and Orson do the same to you. Nix and I want a show and I fully expect you to deliver.”
I nod, only a small movement, and Cevon’s back to commanding the bed. I’m surprised Atticus is letting him. But I don’t look too deep into it. It’s hot as fuck, and we’re all really enjoying it.
Cevon’s fingers tease my left nipple, Mal’s hand palming my right where his mark is. The gentle rubbing of his thumb over my bond mark is taking this to the next level as he fucks my hand. All I’ve got to do for him is to keep my hand tight because that’s how he likes it.
Him taking point on this makes things a whole lot easier when there’s multiple dicks involved.
Micah needs more cajoling, and I eagerly pour my energy into his blow job. His dick is decently thick—not as girthy as Orson’s, but definitely more so than Voss’s—and a good length to take all the way down in my throat.
You know, if he’d lose some of the hesitation and fuck my face properly.
“Oh, that’s a needy whine if I’ve ever heard one,“ Cevon says. “Did you hear that Micah? Our girl wants to be fucked.” Micah groans as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Harder, Micah. Fuck her face, let her choke on that dick of yours.”
And he fucking does. I lose the ability to tease him, and, instead, I become a vessel for his pleasure.
“Does Micah feel good in your throat, baby girl?” Fin asks, knee-walking over to us. That makes six of us on the bed, and it doesn’t even creak. Fin moseys his way in between the tiger brothers, and I barely glance at him before going back to being a diligent cock-sucker.
Voss has two fingers working in and out of my ass, the burn gone, easily having stretched to accommodate him. I took it easily during my heat, having two of them in me at once at many points, but without all the extra slick, I appreciate them taking it slower and easing me into it.
I don’t know if I nod, or if I take Micah deeper, or what, but Fin and Cevon continue with their dirty talking, offering praises and encouragement.
It’s intense and everything is hypercharged.
Cevon pinches my nipple, and I scream, causing Micah to slide that tiny little bit deeper into me.
Oh, fuck, I love that.
“I’m going to cum all over these pretty little tits of yours,” Mal adds, squeezing my boob a little too hard as he fucks my hand. “Keep going, baby, I’m so fucking close.”
Micah hums in agreement, his movements erratic, and his breathing uneven. His hand is resting on Cevon’s shoulder for support in keeping him up, and it’s a bigger turn on how they’re working as a team to make sure we all get the ultimate gratification out of this.
“Who’s going to cum first, baby?” Fin asks as both Micah and Malachi move faster as they chase their own releases. “Are you going to get covered in cum, or would you rather have it fill your stomach?”
“Please,” I beg, but the word comes out garbled and indecipherable. I’m rocking into Orson, his access to air probably cut off, but he doesn’t seem to be complaining. I don’t give a fuck who cums first, I just know I need it more than my next breath.
Tears well up in my eyes as four things happen simultaneously—Cevon pinches harder on my nipple, Voss adds a third finger to my ass, Micah cums down my throat, as Mal spurts over my hand and chest. My second orgasm is triggered, and I can’t do anything but take the pleasure.
It’s good being the only woman in a gangbang.
Orson’s strong hands are holding me in place, his tongue continuing to tease the waves out of me as the tigers both finish at roughly the same time.
I don’t know who came first, but I guarantee those competitive fucks do. Cevon lets go of my nipple, the pain making me shriek. But I fucking love it.
Micah moves out the way, dropping to give me a hot as fuck kiss before getting off the bed.
“Fuck,” I whimper, licking my lips as the orgasm after-effects are still shuddering through me, but there’s no taste of Micah’s cum. He was so far down my throat I barely got to taste it, and a part of me is so upset about that.
“I’m fucking spent,” Mal mutters, falling back as Fin takes Micah’s place. He’s not as concerned with the distance between him and Orson’s cock, and, instead, kneels over it, his balls practically brushing Orson’s cock. They’re not bothered, but even just the closeness is making tingles rush through me.
“Your stamina needs some work,” Cevon says, a laugh in his voice as he regards Malachi.
“Ready for another one, baby girl?” Fin asks, and I nod eagerly. “Good girl.” Another small shudder wracks through me, the praise making me whimper.
“You good, brother?” Cevon asks, and Orson murmurs some kind of acknowledgement. He’s eased off, not as intense with his movements, gently soothing my abused clit, giving it a small chance to recover.
“How’s this feeling?” Voss asks, and I nod my head.
“Ready for one in there yet?” Atticus asks, his words sounding pained. He’s the only one yet to touch me, but I get the feeling he’s waiting until the end.
My mates all have the ability to completely wreck me. My heat was evidence of that. But Atticus and Orson have a special talent, and that means once they enter the rut, I am done for. They play me like a fiddle, and at the end of it all, I’m exhausted and spent.
So by not joining in immediately, it means everyone gets their turn—and, fuck, does that make me feel fucking good, thinking about being here for them to just use.
“Oh, shit,” I whimper as a small orgasm overtakes me. It’s barely one, not as good as the one my guys gave me, but it’s there, making me feel ever so good. Orson’s tongue dances over my sensitive flesh, coaxing out sensations that I didn’t even know I craved, taking the orgasm up a notch. The gentle vibrations he creates with his mouth tell me that he’s really enjoying the taste of me.
Fin slides into my mouth, his dick a lot thicker than Micah’s, and maybe an inch or two longer. He claims it’s the mythical in him, I don’t give a fuck. I just care that it’s in me.
It’s hot, I’m hot, and this is everything.
“One more orgasm,” Voss says, and I moan, shaking my head. I can’t manage another. “Then someone can take this ass.”
Oh, actually, maybe I can if that’s the reward I’m going to get.
“Not you?” Malachi asks, but Voss must shake his head.
“I want her pussy,” Cevon says before kissing my neck and getting off the bed. “Aw, fuck, that’s a sight to behold.”
“Isn’t it?” Atticus says, still sounding one breath away from feral. I can only imagine how much restraint he’s got wound up within him.
I can’t wait for it to snap.
Cevon comes to my other side and presses his lips to my right ear. “I’m going to fuck your pussy as soon as he’s done, Nora. I’m going to fill it with so much fucking cum, you’ll be having twins.”
I whimper, and he holds my head in place as Fin speeds up his movements. Cevon grabs my hand, guiding it down to Orson’s cock, and I haphazardly wrap my hand around it. My fingers don’t touch, he’s too big even for that, but with the way Orson hisses into my cunt, I think he enjoys it.
Cevon licks Griffin’s bond mark just under my ear, and Fin moans, pressing into my mouth that little bit deeper.
“Fuck,” Micah gasps from the sidelines.
“Want back in?” Atticus asks, and he must nod because Micah’s back, and my other free hand is now around his dick. It’s a good thing they’re doing most of the work here, using me more than I’m using them, because I’m torn between all the different sensations.
Voss is just fucking my ass now, the four fingers he’s got in me stretching me out, making my pussy feel empty despite having Orson’s tongue there. He’s lapping all my juices away, and I can’t wait to taste it off him once we’re done in this position.
He’ll not waste it by wiping it away like Fin did.
Atticus is close by, his fingers lightly touching me every so often, and I love how his arousal is burning in my chest, the slow burn of his feelings rising as the others fully fucking ravage me.
“You’re so beautiful,” Atticus says, the need dripping off of him.
“Such a good girl, covered in Mal’s cum,” Cevon adds.
“You’re doing so good, little queen,” Atticus continues.
“I can’t wait until you’re dripping cum everywhere,” Cevon continues. His dirty words are a direct contrast to the praise I’m getting from his brother, and they both light fires within me. “The creamy white fluid leaking out your pussy, dripping down your body, the taste of it in your mouth when I devour every inch of you.”
“I didn’t know the taste of cum did it for you,” Mal says, but I tune his teasing out. I think the sight of Cevon licking cum out of me would be hot as fuck.
“One more, baby girl,” Fin grunts, and I nod, opening my mouth wider. I can’t take him fully, not like I did Micah, but he doesn’t seem to be complaining.
Instead, he works with Voss, somehow the pair of them timing their movements beautifully, in a way that’s designed to keep me on the edge but not let me get past it.
Micah’s fucking into my hand, completely lost to the rut. I don’t think he cares it’s not a vagina, but just that it’s me. Cevon’s tongue is teasing my ear, his breathing erratic and heavy, and I so wish he would get involved.
“I’m saving my cum for that greedy pussy of yours,” he murmurs, somehow reading my mind. The bond doesn’t allow for that, not even a little, but it does give you a better insight into feelings, and it’s made most of my guys practically psychic.
“I fucking love how good your mouth feels right now,” Griffin says, fucking in and out of my mouth.
“I want a taste,” Mal murmurs, and I feel Orson nod before Malachi clambers onto the bed. It’s a lot of shuffling around for the guys, a slight move for me as Malachi gets pretty comfortable sort of on top of Orson. His tongue teases my clit as Orson attempts to fuck in and out of me like some kind of tiny dick.
I shudder, the feeling both too intense and not enough simultaneously. I fucking crave it.
I’m not sure where Atticus is or what he’s doing, but the other six are working my body so magnificently. The pleasure they’re giving me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and it’s consuming me completely. We’re all working together seamlessly, each person contributing their unique touch to make this experience unforgettable.
The room smells like sex and sweat, the air permeated with lust, arousal, and love. The bed is damp on my calves, the sweat dripping off me, a clammy feeling where I touch Orson and Cevon touches me.
But it’s perfect. We’re in harmony. Our bodies are in sync, our bonds humming with a sense of shared joy, as our animals howl in our minds.
But then Atticus finally joins the mix, and everything is now perfect. His ocean blue eyes are frazzled, his jaw tense, his body fucking perfection as he stands there. His dick is not the biggest of the group, but, fuck, is it the prettiest.
It surprised me so much that he’s the one with a piercing—I thought it would be Devoss—but the shiny metal through the head of his dick is a sight to behold. The thick veins, the purple head… it’s just beautiful in a truly erotic way.
My mouth fucking salivates around Fin’s cock, desperate to get my hands on my Alpha.
And when Atty nudges Cevon out the way, kneeling in between his brother and Fin, to jerk off so close to my face, I whimper. It’s too far away, I can’t reach him.
“Now,” someone murmurs, and I feel a gentle bite to my clit that fucking obliterates me. I scream, tears welling in my eyes as Fin goes so fucking far back in my throat, I swear I’m never going to be able to swallow again.
Micah’s cum paints my body, and even coats his brother a little, as Orson erupts all over my hand. Fin grunts, his eyes rolled around in the back of his head, and Voss gently eases his fingers out of my ass.
We all seemed to reach our peak instantaneously, but I know it was my orgasm that triggered it all.
I collapse forward, ending up in a pile with Orson, Malachi, and Micah. The four of us are spent, Orson’s beard coated in my cum. It’s a good thing he keeps it neatly trimmed.
“Fucking hell,” I whimper, my pussy still spasming after the powerhouse that was that orgasm.
“You done?” Cevon asks gently, trailing his fingers up and down my spine as Malachi eases himself out of the little doggy pile we’re in.
