by Dizzy Hooper
I clench and throb around him. His mouth snaps open. He grabs onto me hard.
The first hot flood of his come pumping into me finally sends me careening over the edge. My own climax slams into me with force, blanking my vision.
When I'm done, I collapse to the side. I practically slosh, I'm so full of my mates' seed. I know I can't get pregnant again this time, but it doesn't matter. I put my hand to my belly and seal my lips over Grady's. Landen wraps his arm around me again from behind.
The fire in my blood dips to a simmer.
I drop back into a quiet, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 5
With my head resting on my arm, I gaze softly over the table in front of me.
We're three days into my season. At this point, I'm chafed and sore and covered in bite marks. The scent of sex is heavy in the air.
But the rhythm of my need is changing. I have longer between the waves of crushing desire.
The mating fever, when it hits, is all the more intense, though.
Tomorrow will probably be the last day. The idea of putting on clothes and packing up and going home fills me with mixed emotions.
Spending time alone in the wilderness with my mates, touching and talking and fucking in every possible combination and position...it's been a revelation. I wouldn't for a second say I've forgotten what it's like to be the center of my mates' attention. They've never given me less than their all.
But there is a part of me that's lost track of what it is to let them be the center of my attention.
My cousin Claire was right. This time to reconnect with my mates was exactly what I needed. I didn't think our bond could get any stronger, but it has.
I don't want it to end.
At the same time, the clearer my head gets, the more eager I am to return home to my pups. To hold them in my arms and smell their warm, fuzzy heads. To coo at them and kiss their little tummies and watch them discovering the world around them.
How much have I missed, being gone just these few short days? Has one of them started to crawl? They started solid foods recently. Do any of them have a new favorite?
Finally, I can't keep it in anymore.
With a sigh, I ask, "So what do you think Claire and the kids are up to right now?"
Colt lets out a chuckle, and Landen swears beneath his breath. Grady rolls his eyes at the both of them.
We've been passing the time during this current lull between my waves of need by playing a board game, of all the ridiculous things. I never imagined my big, strong, virile males to be the types to enjoy Scrabble, but I'm happy enough to be proven wrong about that.
Landen reaches into his pocket and grabs out his wallet. I furrow my brows, looking from one of my mates to the next. As Landen hands Colt a twenty, Grady plucks a few tiles from his rack and plays them. With a bemused smile, he tilts his head at Landen and Colt.
"They had a bet going about how long it would take you to bring up the triplets."
"Excuse me?"
"Not in a mean way," Colt says, tucking the bill into his own pocket. "Landen here just said the other day how nice it would be for you--to not have to worry about the pups for a week."
"Was I wrong?" Landen asks.
"Of course not. She deserves the break." Colt waves at him dismissively, then addresses me again. "But I called BS, because I knew the second you had the space in your head for it again, you'd be thinking about them."
"Things kind of devolved from there," Grady says drily.
Landen has the decency to look ashamed. "I may or may not have bet him twenty bucks that we could keep you so out of your mind with sex hormones, you wouldn't so much as bring them up until your season was over."
Colt chuffs. "Clearly, he overestimated his skills."
"Don't you question my skills."
Their banter washes over me as I mull over their words in my head.
I know this is just my guys, being themselves. They kid and joke and make stupid bets all the time.
But I'm clear-headed enough right now to hear the underlying kernel of truth behind what they're saying.
"Does it bother you?" I ask, quiet.
They both shut up immediately, all three of their heads whipping around to look at me.
"What?" Landen asks.
"Of course not," Grady says.
But I shake my head. I sit up straighter.
A nervous, guilty itch is brewing just beneath my skin. I'm not really worried, but I also...maybe...am?
"All the baby stuff. You have to admit it's changed things."
"That's putting it mildly," Colt scoffs. He's still mostly messing around.
And I don't want to put a damper on things. I don't want to force some serious discussion, here during our time away together, when I'm an hour or two from needing them to satisfy the animal hunger inside me again.
But when else are we going to have it?
"I've been distracted," I admit.
Grady reaches across the table for me, brushing half a dozen Scrabble tiles out of place as he does, but no one seems to care. "We have three babies."
"And they've taken up all our time."
"Not all our time," Landen insists.
"But a lot of it."
These handful of days away have been a gift. But they're making me suddenly, startlingly aware of how our life at home has come to revolve around the triplets.
We still find time for each other, of course. We make love often. We work together as a team, along with Claire, to take care of the kids and the household and our jobs.
When was the last time we had uninterrupted time like this, though? How long has it been since we sat around naked for hours, or watched a movie uninterrupted, or played a board game, even?
I've felt stretched paper thin of late. I love my mates, but ever since the children were born...
Have I made my mates a priority? Have I given our love the space and attention it deserves?
The idea that I could be neglecting them threatens to tear a hole in my heart.
Sudden, unbidden tears rise to my eyes. I blink them away, but I can't stop myself from asking, "Are you getting enough of me?"
Grady growls. "Always."
In a flash, Colt and Landen seem to cotton on to the fact that we're really having a serious discussion right now. The joking atmosphere dissipates.
"You give us everything," Colt insists.
"We didn't mean--" Landen drops out of his chair, coming to kneel by my side. "That bet--we weren't saying--"
"You're the mother to our children," Grady interrupts, all his alpha authority coming to bear in his deep voice. "You take care of us, and you take care of them."
Colt grabs my hand. "We have never once felt neglected."
"You're the center of our family," Landen says.
And there's something about the way he says that word. Family. It lights a spark in me.
I don't know that I ever expected a family. I was never entirely sure I even wanted one.
Grady and Landen, though... They did. Desperately. Colt was slower to come around, but he's embraced our new life with both arms.
We're happy. Contented.
I blink away the mist before my eyes. Squeezing Landen and Colt's hands and looking straight at Grady, I swallow down the emotion crowding my throat. "I just don't ever want to lose this. I never want to hurt you or ignore you--"
"You don't," Landen says. "Ever."
Then Colt rocks my world when he asks, quietly, "Have you been getting enough from us?"
I flinch automatically. "What are you talking about? Of course I have."
My mates do so much. They run their business and care for our property. Grady is a pack leader and elder. They all tag team the babies with me. They've handled midnight feedings and diaper changes and everything else that goes along with them.
"Are you sure?" Grady asks.
"Of course." I look around at each of them in turn. "Have I given you reason to doubt that?"
Colt squeezes my hand. "Have we?"
And then I get it.
We all have so many claims on our time now. We have responsibilities. Our hearts and our lives have expanded to include Claire and our pups.
And it's good. It's wonderful. My life is richer than I ever could have imagined, back a couple of years ago.
But the balancing act we maintain...
It's on all of us. We all have to make the time for the things that matter.
Why should I doubt that I'm enough when I never, ever doubt my mates?
My throat tightens. I hold onto Colt and Landen with all the strength I have. I look to my alpha with love almost pouring out of my heart. "We can't lose this."
"Never," Grady vows.
"This time alone--we have to hold onto it."
"We'll find a way," Colt agrees.
Days away are a luxury we'll rarely afford. I don't think I'd even want them, generally. I love and miss my kids.
But stolen pockets of time with all four of us?
Naked nights wrapped around each other in bed?
Board games and movies and marathon sex?
We can carve out time for all of that.
We have to. We will.
This time together--it's about reconnecting.
But it's about more than that.
It's about carrying that renewed connection back out into our lives, even after we go home.
It's about never losing touch with it again.
Chapter 6
The last spike of my heat hits early on the fifth day.
God, I hope it's the last.
Part of me never wants the desperate need to touch and kiss and breed to end, but the fatigue is starting to build. I want soft, slow love-making. I want a break.
I want to go home.
But what I need is to get fucked. Now.
Another twisting cramp yanks at my insides. My womb spasms, and fresh waves of hot slickness flood the empty space between my legs. I grasp the couch cushions so hard a seam pops. I whip my head around, searching instinctively for my mates.
Grady is the closest. He almost always is.
My alpha has an uncanny sense about when my desire is about to flare. He's also weirdly accurate about when my mating season is coming to a close.
The time we bred our precious pups, he pulled me away for those final moments. He kept me to himself, fucking me deep and filling me with his seed, staking his claim as alpha. Making sure his pups would take root inside me.
The gleam in his eye says he wants to do it again, but I shake my head.
"All of you," I groan. "I need you all."
When we were trying to conceive, breeding was all that mattered. My aching womb demanded every drop of my mates' precious seed.
Not this time, though.
Our conversation earlier about carrying our love back out into the world with us has me craving the deepest possible connection with these three incredible males.
Over in the kitchen, where he's been prepping food for dinner, Landen perks up. He sets down the knife he'd been using and takes a step toward me.
Colt isn't nearly so subtle. He tears off his shirt and looks at me with hunger in his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask."
Then all three of them are advancing on me, and the need inside my body flares into a supernova that's almost too big for me to contain.
Only I don't have to hold onto it all by myself.
My mates are there, surrounding me. Grady reaches for me, and I go to water, willingly falling into his arms.
He scoops me up without missing a beat and carries me into the bedroom. He drops me onto the bed and covers my body with his. I scrabble at my clothes, desperate to be naked, to feel his skin on mine. We both manage to get our tops off, but the rest would mean disconnecting from our current clutch, and that seems impossible.
Only it's not.
Hot hands at my hips help me pull my leggings and my underwear down. I don't know why I bothered to put them on. I look over to find Colt working them past my knees. I kick them off. Cool air on my swollen, dripping pussy is too much to bear. I clench down deep inside and try to curl my legs around Grady's body.
He curses and scrambles to pull down his sweats before finally allowing me to reel him in.
I yank him down with all the strength in my legs.
He grunts out a chuckle, but it melts into a groan. I want to howl in triumph is his huge alpha cock rubs against my center. He claims my mouth with his own and grinds into me deliciously.
He refuses to press inside, though. This last flare of my mating urge is sharp and hungry. I need him. Need him in me, taking me, fucking me hard and pumping me full of his come.
I babble senselessly, bucking my hips in a mad effort to get him inside. "Alpha--please--Alpha--I need, you have to--"
"Thought you wanted all of us," Colt's deep voice rumbles from beside me.
I look over to find him gloriously naked.
And holding a bottle of lube.
I laugh, delirious and desperate.
"What is it with you and my ass?" I ask.
From our very first time, he's been obsessed.
He shrugs, but the motion does nothing to diminish the lustful gleam to his eyes. "I'm a man of simple pleasures."
"Anal is not a simple pleasure," I argue, but already I'm rolling off of Grady, shifting onto my hands and knees there in the middle of the bed. Getting myself into a position where I can best be used by these three strong, gorgeous men.
As I do, I find myself face to face with Landen. He's naked, too, thank God. Kneeling on the bed before me, he grabs my chin and leans in to claim my mouth.
Someone pats my inner thighs, and I spread them as wide as I can, tilting my hips back to try to make myself more open for my men.
But I'm still wildly unprepared when I feel a tongue licking at my clit.
I cry out against Landen's mouth at the searing spark of pleasure. Rough stubble scrapes my tender places. Landen keeps me exactly where I am, but I glance down enough to get a lay of the land.
And as always, it blows me away.
Grady has shifted to lie beneath me. My big strong alpha--he's there, on his back with his head between my splayed thighs. With his calloused hands, he pulls me down, manhandling me until I'm sitting on his face properly. Licking up into me, where I'm swollen and sore and used and aching to be taken again.
I moan into Landen's mouth and close my eyes. Hot pleasure swamps me as my alpha worships me with his mouth. He presses two fingers into my pussy and purses his lips around my clit and sucks--
I gasp as other fingers appear.
I knew it was coming, but Colt's slick touch around my back opening still makes me shudder hard. I claw at the sheets and tilt my hips.
Colt is gentle but unrelenting as he massages around my tight asshole. As soon as the muscles begin to relax, he presses in.
And it doesn't matter how many times he's opened my body up for him to fuck. There's that same sharp stretch, the sting as he stretches me wide.
Grady licks my clit just as Colt pushes in with another finger. Landen reaches down and cups my breasts. The stimulation overwhelms me, everything surging too fast and too hot. I grunt--I don't want to come--not yet.
"Go on, gorgeous," Colt growls. "Take it. Wanna feel you. Give it up, let us feel you clench, come on--"
Fuuuck...
I whimper and strain. Landen squeezes my tortured nipples, and Grady speeds his tongue.
And I can't take it. Not another second of it.
I shatter in waves, pulsing around Grady and Colt's fingers, twisting excruciatingly inside, and it's not enough, I need more.
And God bless them. God bless them all.
Because they give it to me.
With a wet pop, Colt pulls his fingers free from my ass. I gasp, my back passage fluttering, empty and needy, but he doesn't leave me hanging long.
Kneeling up on the bed behind me, he runs his huge
, bare cock through the wet mess of lube he left all over my ass. Then he positions himself at my back entrance.
I rear back, white hot pleasure and pain shredding me as he presses his cock inside. With a scream, I feel my tight ass opening for him. He pushes in and in and in, and it feels like it'll never end, like I'll never be full, but then I am.
Colt's hips meet my backside as his cock settles inside me fully. I shake with the sheer pleasure and stretch of it.
And God--how can it still not be enough?
"Please," I beg, my womb rippling, my skin on fire with need. "Please, please, please--"
Grady parts from my pussy with a slurping, sucking kiss. He slides up the bed. I have to move my hands to make room for him. Landen shifts to the side.
The instant my alpha is underneath me fully, I crush our mouths together. He meets every thrashing kiss with one of his own, turning it around and asserting his dominance until he's the one commanding me. He puts a hand on my hip and drags me down.
The sudden motion jostles Colt's cock inside me, but the press of my alpha's hot, thick length to my raw pussy more than makes up for it.
Pure animal instinct rushes into my blood. I pulse inside, my womb desperate for one last taste of my alpha's seed.
My heart desperate for this unique connection with all three of my beloved males.
Kissing Grady deeper, I shift until I get the fat head of his cock nudged up right against my entrance. Colt hangs onto me by my shoulder, keeping himself lodged in my ass.
In one long, consuming slide, I sink down onto my alpha. His huge cock stretches my pussy. Feeling both of them inside me with only that thin barrier between them drives me out of my mind. The pleasure makes me shiver with need.
My vision blurring with the sheer power of the lust possessing me, I part from Grady's lips. I look up at Landen as he rises to his knees, putting his long cock right in my face. I open my mouth and show him the pillow of my tongue.
With absolute firmness to his touch, Landen grips my jaw. He tugs me forward and angles his cock down.
The perfect taste of him bursts across my tongue as he presses inside. I purse my mouth around him, swallowing and breathing through my nose, gasping as all three of my holes are finally filled. Tears sting my eyes as Landen fucks against my throat, but I don't care.