Page 81 of Packing for Vacation

“I’m adding ripe to the list of banned words in the bedroom,” I tease, stepping away from Matiu and rounding the kitchen island to kiss Scott on the mouth. “You know I’m just riling you up,” I whisper against his lips, and he responds by kissing along my jaw and down my neck, scent marking me as he goes.

It’s easy to get lost in him, but I pull back with a sigh. “I have to go do the next round of suppositories,” I say dejectedly.

Scott pats me on the ass. “Have fun with that.”

“Oooof,” I say sometime later, fanning myself as the hot part of the heat hits out of nowhere. I lean forward so that I’m no longer resting back against the couch and a trickle of sweat runs down my spine. “They weren’t lying when they said this would be a heat on steroids.”

“You feeling it now?”

My eyes are wide as I answer Scott. “Yes, I’m fucking feeling it. Holy shit. Why aren’t you naked already?”

He laughs, smile lines crinkling around his eyes.

“I’m serious! Hurry up, strip down, and get your naked butt over here. I need you to eat me out.”

“You’re the boss,” he says, his voice muffled as he pulls his shirt off. “I fucking love it when you get demanding.”

“I know you do.”

I still get the odd wave of self-doubt when it comes to my body—thoughts that creep in at the edges of my mind, never fully formed but recognisably unpleasant—but Scott and Matiu’s love of me, and their unwavering confidence in everything I do, wash it all away. I already knew I wasn’t the problem in my old pack, but it’s nice to be reminded so often.

Scott kneels before me, gripping my ass and pulling me forward until my butt it almost hanging off the couch, my legs hooked over his shoulders. I giggle at his shocked “What?!” when he realises I’m not wearing any underwear beneath my skirt. My thighs are already coated in slick and it leaks from me constantly.

I’m very thankful that the last remnants of the pessaries made their way out half an hour ago.

“You know I could stay here all day and watch this fucking gorgeous view. Fuck,” he swears as I purposely tense so that more slick flows in a quickened gush. “Fuuuuck.”

I squirm against the feeling of his breath feathering over me, and then belatedly remember I have hands that can aid me in achieving my goal. I press on the back of his head, guiding his mouth to where I need it the most.

“Oh my god.”

Matiu finds us like this, and there’s something about being caught in the act that sends me over the edge, my back arching and limbs seizing for a moment, blood thundering in my ears.

“I need a knot,” I whine as soon as I find my voice again.

“You’re getting two, so don’t worry.” Matiu carries me through to my nest with ease, murmuring, “May I enter?” so sweetly in my ear.

“Mmmm, you have to be naked first. It’s the rules.”

“Oh is it?”

I’m set down on wobbly legs and Matiu hastily undresses while I wave Scott inside. I slip out of my dress, leaving it pooled on the ground, and climb into my nest, collapsing in the centre of the floor bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. I spread my legs wide. “Someone fuck me.”

Scott falls to his knees, leaning over me, and kisses me deeply, his hand buried in my hair. He positions his cock at my slick-soaked entrance and slides in as if he belongs there.

Because he does.

He fucks me slowly, taking his time, kissing my neck, nipping at my shoulder, licking and sucking each of my nipples in turn until I’m a whimpering, whining mess, begging for his cock. Only then does he rise into a kneeling position, hook my ankles over his shoulders, and digs his fingers into my fleshy hips, fucking me hard and fast while Matiu leans in, capturing my lips in a rough kiss.

“Bite me,” I beg against Matiu’s lips.

Matiu hesitates for only a moment, and then his teeth are sinking into my neck, just as Scotty knots me.

I cry out, flying right over the edge, cunt clenching around Scott while Matiu’s presence settles within my own body, a beautiful, precious thing. I whimper again, reaching out to cup Scott’s cheek while Matiu licks at the wound he just gave me. “Bite me,” I whisper to him.

Scott runs his nose over my wrist, up and down over my scent gland, breathing deep, and this moment may just be the most erotic that I’ve ever experienced in my life. When he bites me he’s careful not to hit an artery, his teeth sinking into my left arm, twin crescents left in my pale flesh and a new bond blossoming in my mind. Tears leak from my eyes at the realisation that I’ll never be lonely, that my mates will be with me always, that their love for me, for us, is so strong and undying, the exact same love I have for them.

Even knotted as I am, my temperature continues to climb, the delirium of my heat kicking in. “I need to bite you,” I growl, the unevenness of our bonds needing to be rectified. Matiu kisses me again, just once on the lips.