Page 81 of Puck Your Charity

Finn grips my hips. He guides the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. He pushes forward, sinking into my tight pussy with a smooth thrust. The friction steals all the oxygen from the room. He fills me. His swollen knot stays on the outside, pressing hot against my sensitive opening.

Malcolm kneels behind me. He aligns his thick shaft with my prepped back ring; he grips my waist and pushes forward.

He sinks into my ass. The dual stretch pushes me to my absolute limit. Two huge cocks fill me at the same time. I throw my head back, a screaming moan ripping from my throat.

Finn and Malcolm set a punishing, rapid pace. They coordinate their thrusts, pulling back to the tips before driving back in. With every downward stroke, their swollen knots bump against my entrances. The blunt pressure nudges the tight rings of muscle. It teases the huge stretch without pushing past the thresholds. The intense friction edges me closer to the breaking point.

Victor and Lawrence kneel on either side of us. They stroke their own thick cocks, their eyes dark with total obsession. I reach out, gripping Lawrence's thigh with one hand and Victor's shoulder with the other.

"Mark me." I stare into Finn's brown eyes, panting hard. "Do it now, I'm about to come."

The shift in the room feels electric. Their Alpha instincts take complete control.

Finn leans forward, pressing his open mouth over the left side of my neck. Malcolm leans over my shoulder from behind, his lips hovering right over my nape. Victor grabs my right wrist. Lawrence takes my left wrist. They bring my pulse points up to their mouths.

"Yours." Finn growls against my skin.

All four of them bite down at the same time.

No pain registers in my brain. Their sharp teeth break the surface of my skin. A wave of pure, explosive euphoria replaces the sting. An orgasmic haze washes over my entire body. The bonding marks send my nervous system into absolute overdrive.

Finn and Malcolm snap their hips forward with unyielding force. They drive their swollen knots inside me; they stretch me wide. We lock together.

The climax crashes through my body with the force of a tidal wave. White-hot pleasure explodes behind my eyelids. I sob their names. My inner walls spasm around their huge knots, milking the climaxes from Finn and Malcolm.

Finn roars, tossing his head back. Malcolm groans a harsh, guttural sound behind me. They pump hot, pulsing loads of seed deep inside my two canals.

Victor and Lawrence let out fierce shouts. They pump their fists over their shafts in a rapid blur. Hot, thick ropes of their come shoot across my chest and my stomach. They coat my flushed skin in their warm seed.

We all shatter at the same time. The euphoric high rolls through me in endless waves.

Finn, Malcolm, Victor, and Lawrence release their bites. They soothe the fresh marks with wet, gentle laps of their tongues. Their scents wrap around me in a thick, protective layer.

A fire burns through my veins, but the frantic urgency fades into a deep contentment. My scent profile shifts, merging with theirs in a permanent, undeniable blend.

Finn stays locked inside my front. Malcolm stays locked inside my back. They wrap their strong arms around me, holding me secure in the center of the nest. Victor and Lawrence press warm kisses to my damp cheeks.

I sit in the middle of the blankets, marked and claimed. The four men I love surround me, their devotion etched into my very skin.

I can email Susan the signed contract tomorrow. I can return to the hospital and the kids I miss so much. For the first time in my life, I feel total, unbreakable peace.

Chapter 24

Irest flat on my back against the plush pillows. My chest heaves with even, satisfied breaths.

Finn stays tucked right behind Olive. His chin rests on her bare shoulder. Malcolm sleeps on her other side, his long dark hair falling over the white sheets. Victor rests near the foot of the oversized bed, his large hand wrapped around Olive's ankle. We share an permanent bond.

A fierce, protective thrill burns in my chest.

I turn my head and look at Olive. She sleeps in the very center of our pile. The dark strands of her sleek bob fan out across the mattress. A fresh scar marks the left side of her neck. Finn leftthat bite. Malcolm marked the nape of her neck. Victor claimed her right wrist, and my teeth marked her left.

I reach out and trace my thumb in a slow path over the faint scar on her wrist. The wound healed in seconds. The mark changes everything. It grounds me. It ties my future to hers in a tangible, undeniable knot.

I stare at the ceiling. The contrast between my past and my present feels staggering.

I spent years playing a specific role. I wore the playboy mask to protect myself from getting hurt. I used expensive suits, a bright smile, and effortless charm to keep people at a safe distance. If I kept every interaction superficial, nobody could dig deep enough to break my heart. I threw money at problems to make them disappear. I manipulated situations because I feared losing control over my life. I built a reputation on being the easy-going, untouchable athlete.

Olive shattered that illusion into a million pieces.