Page 65 of Shattered Trinket
But I’m also terrified, although I’m trying my hardest to push that fear aside.
I didn’t think it’d ever be something I’d want so terribly after everything I’ve endured, but right here in this moment, there’snobody but us, and I refuse to let my fears or insecurities steal this from me. Steal this moment.
I want to let go. To justbe, while knowing that they’ll take care of me.
With these alphas—these men—I am safe, cared for, andloved. I know that deep in my soul, just like I know they’re mine.
“You gonna take my knot, Dove?” Jeremiah rumbles beneath me when Micah releases my lips, and I glance back down at him as I suck in air.
His colorful skin glistens in the low light, his blue eyes bright and filled with unmistakable desire as he stares up at me.
“I-I’m scared,” I whimper, and he growls softly, opening his mouth until I press my fingers to his lips to stop him. “I’m scared, but I want it,” I pant out, licking my lips as my nails dig into Jeremiah’s chest while Micah keeps touching me, his fingers light as a feather as they brush across my naked skin, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.
I push myself down, trying to force Jeremiah’s knot inside, but the stretch burns and a whine crawls up my throat as my eyes clench closed and I claw at Jeremiah’s chest. When his hand gently touches my hip, it brings me to a halt, and as I turn to look at him, tears well up in my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as he deftly flips us over, his body now suspended above mine. His powerful forearms cradle my face as he leans in, gently brushing his nose against mine.
My lips part on a silent moan when he rolls his hips, his knot rubbing against my opening. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, my hands coming up to clutch his back. My nails dig into his skin hard enough that I’m worried I’m drawing blood, but Jeremiah only groans before pressing his lips to mine in the tenderest of kisses that makes my heart clench in my chest.
“That’s it, baby. Just breathe and relax. I’ve got you,” Jeremiah murmurs against my lips, and all I can do is moan in response.
As he slowly works his knot into me, Micah reaches between us, his hand sliding down my belly until he reaches the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. I cry out when his finger settles firmly against it and he rubs, licking up the side of my exposed neck. My body relaxes even more as he licks and sucks on my neck and shoulder, his finger rubbing tight circles against my clit until I’m a slick, soaked mess beneath Jeremiah.
The added stimulation and excess of slick pouring out of me has Jeremiah’s knot slipping inside of me more easily, the bulbous piece of flesh stretching me wide around him without pain. All I can do is feel as I lay there, trusting Jeremiah to take care of me, to make the ache deep in my core stop. My back arches when it finally slips all the way in, popping into place until he’s locked inside of me, and he groans when my walls clench around him.
“That’s my good girl,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, leaning down to nip at my bottom lip as I whimper.
“Nngh. Bite. Bite, please. Please,” I beg, thrashing in Jeremiah’s hold, but he only nuzzles my cheek, frustrating me until my impending orgasm finally takes hold and washes over me.
Between the feeling of completion with him locked firmly inside of me, being called agoodgirl, Micah’s hands on me, and the hormones flooding my system, I scream Jeremiah’s name as waves of pleasure wash over me, and I nearly black out from how intense it is. As he follows me over the cliff’s edge, his shaft spasms, sending shivers of delight through my body. The intense sensation of his orgasm soothes the ache within me, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction and a rush of pride for being able to take his knot, but also for being able to please my alpha.
Lying there with Jeremiah nestled deep inside me, his knot pressing against my sensitive walls, I struggle to catch my breath. When he rolls until he’s beneath me, his knot tugs against my opening, and a soft moan slips from my lips as I’m overwhelmed by another wave of pleasure from the shift in our position. I feel Micah move closer, but my limbs have turned to jelly, preventing me from turning my head to catch a glimpse of him.
But when the high of reaching nirvana crashes, tears fill my eyes unexpectedly. I squirm in Jeremiah’s hold, his knot tugging at my opening as I try to get away as so many confusing feelings crash into me unexpectedly. I don’t understand what’s wrong, just that something is, and my heightened emotions only make me feel worse. Jeremiah hisses as my attempts to escape has his knot tugging harder, causing us both to wince.
“Hey, hey. Calm down. What’s wrong?” Jeremiah frantically asks, tightening his hold on me and rubbing soothing circles across my back.
“I-I d-don’t k-know,” I hiccup, trying to calm myself but only feeling more and more upset.
Jeremiah sucks in a breath before growling.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry, Dove. Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, rubbing a hand lightly down my back as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck and plants kisses all along the space until I grow more and more relaxed against him.
“That’s it, baby. Gods, you’re so perfect. You’re mine, Dove. And one day, when you’re ready, I’m gonna put my bite right…” he trails off, running his lips down my neck and across my shoulder, pulling my arm up and doing the same until he reaches my wrist. He nips and sucks on the skin over and over until he stops, and kisses a spot once. “Here,” he whispers, his lips tickling my skin and making me shiver and relax completely as my tears all but dry up.
“Why’d that happen?” I ask, sniffling and snuggling in tighter to his chest, trying to get as close as humanly possible to him as I nuzzle my nose against his chest.
“You asked for my bite, but I didn’t give it to you. Right now, in your heightened state, that was all but a rejection. I won’t give it to you until I know you’re ready, Dove. We’ve got time, but no matter what, I’m yours. Bite or not.”
I let out a content sigh as their fingers glide along my back and sides, causing my eyes to droop with fatigue. As Jeremiah plants a kiss on the top of my head, his chest rumbles against my cheek, and the soothing sound of his purring lulls my eyes shut.
“Sleep now, sweet girl. You’re gonna need it,” Jeremiah whispers in my ear, and I hum in response, unable to form words with how tired I suddenly feel now that the ache in my belly is satisfied.
“Faster,” I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Micah thrusts into me from behind.
His hands grip my hips as he grunts, listening to me, and I clench my fists in the blanket beneath us. Jeremiah’s got his head beneath me, licking and sucking on my nipples while his fingers thrum against the swollen nub between my legs, and my thighs tremble when he pinches it slightly. My thighs are sticky with their cum and my slick, and my body is sore, but in a good way.
Micah bends to nip me on my left cheek and I gasp, my core clenching as waves of pleasure threaten to pull me under.
Something we’ve learned during this impromptu heat I was thrown into? I like bites when they come from my alphas. Not bites that break through the skin, but just enough that I feel secure and loved by them. Like I’m not being rejected.