“Are you OK?” I asked, freezing still.
“Fuck yes…” he groaned. “Cock’s fucking hard.”
I smiled on reflex, the sound of his desperation somehow pleasing.
“What? This cock?”
I pushed my hand under his hips, his body moving quickly enough to admit me, but it froze when my fingers encircled his throbbing length. For a moment, all I got was a series of grunts from Declan as he fought his body. His cock was diamond hard, his knot a rigid lump at its base. I worked my hand down his shaft in a tight O until I reached it.
“No…no…” he gasped out. I could hear and feel the tension in his body. Everything that was happening, that had happened today, was ready to burst out of him if I just… I let my fingers squeeze the very top of his knot, his cries and struggles getting louder and more pronounced.
“He hasn’t said pineapple yet,” Lorcan said, the devil on my shoulder. The devil whose mouth latched onto my mating mark, whose fingers raked my skin, teased my nipples mercilessly until I was gasping too. And that shit works both ways doesn’t it? My hand spanned as much of Declan’s knot as I could take, his pleading broken and coming in fits and starts.
“No!” He tried to jerk away but didn’t, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing as I squeezed down. “I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Don’t,” I said, injecting as much dominance into the command as I could. I’m not sure why. The guys’ refractory time was daunting. He’d be hard and ready to plunder me before I was done with the others, but it seemed like part of this whole thing. It was the tease, not the orgasm, that was the point. We’d lose it and come eventually, but not right now.
“Squeezing his knot?” Lorcan said with a purr. “You savage bitch.” But he just seemed inordinately pleased with what I was doing. “We can’t hold out on that, not for long. When something squeezes on it, we come. It’s the Mother’s gift.”
“Don’t come,” I said again as I clamped down harder, feeling the ripple inside, his body readying itself to empty. “Lift your hips higher.” He was on his hands and knees now, hovering over me as I slapped one hand down hard on his butt, hearing him say yes over and over as I did before returning my other hand to his knot to torment him.
“Fuck!” he roared, bucking up off my lap, throwing me back on the bed, and following me down. “I’m done. I need in you. I always need in you.”
“You didn’t say pineapple,” I said with a smirk.
“Pineapple, pineapple, fucking pineapple,” Declan said, parting my thighs and swiping his fingers through my folds. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
“Because I need you. Always need you,” I replied, my voice hitching as I felt him fit his cock and then thrust inside me. Tears formed in my eyes, in his as he did, not from pain but because it felt like he was going in as deep as his cock did. Why now? Why this? I wasn’t sure. Maybe because my boy with the ready smile was gone, and instead, there was just him and me. “I love you,” I told him. “You know that.”
He paused for a moment, just hovering there, limbs trembling, a frown forming.
“Yeah…at least I hoped so. But fuck, Paige. I wanna hear it. Say it, scream it, growl it, howl it to the moon. I’ve spent every damn day loving you, but so little of it with you. You’re mine,” he snarled, dominance rising in his voice. “Say it.”
I could throw off his command if I wanted to, but I didn’t. Instead, my hands went to his hips, holding him in deep before reaching up to kiss him. I didn’t want to string him along or make him hang on my words, but I needed it first, a taste of him. But he didn’t let me for long, pulling away, his eyes burning into mine before he prompted me for an answer. I rolled us over so I sat astride him, placing my hands on his chest.
“I will always love you, Declan. I’m yours.”
“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?” he asked, and for the first time, I saw actual fear in his eyes. I shook my head and smiled, my hips unable to stop from moving in small circles, and then bent down.
“No buts, just you. Learning I was a nix, an ulva, it wasn’t exactly fun, but do you know what the first good thing to come from it was? I could give myself permission. To love Zack and Mason, to love Lorcan and to love you. I didn’t have to shove the vast majority of what I was and what I felt down into a box labelled childhood, put it in the past where I thought it belonged. Instead, I was given the freedom for the first time to really follow my heart, and who was in there first but you?”
My words were coming between small pants, which you could be forgiven for thinking came from the movement of my body against his. This small, sensual motion wasn’t enough to force my breath, but he was. I reared back, gazing down at him and just staring for a moment, then wiggled my hips slightly before feeling that goddamn stretch.
“Yes…” he hissed, grabbing for me as I worked his knot in. I covered his hand with mine and then sank down, fighting to take him, until finally, he was inside me.
For a moment, I could only stare blank eyed at the wall, that intense feeling of fullness
