Free Web NovelChapter 70: Cannonball
I flip over just in time to see him take a running start, and my brain has approximately half a second to process what’s about to happen before he launches himself into the air with his arms wrapped around his knees.
The cannonball’s impressive, I’ll give him that. Perfect form, excellent height, and he lands dead centre on the mattress with enough force to make me bounce a solid six inches off the surface. I let out a very undignified squeak as I’m airborne for a moment before gravity reasserts itself and I land in a tangle of limbs and damp hair, glaring at him with what I hope is murderous intent but probably just looks like sexual frustration mixed with exasperation.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I demand, shoving at his shoulder even though he’s grinning at me like the cat who got the cream. "I’m having a crisis here and you’re doing cannonballs?"
"A crisis?" He props himself up on one elbow, his blonde mullet somehow looking both ridiculous and unfairly attractive, and his eyes rake over my naked body with obvious appreciation. "Is that what we’re calling it? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks more like you’re naked and horny and waiting for someone to do something about it. Which, for the record, is not a crisis. That’s just called Tuesday around here."
"I hate you," I inform him, but there’s no heat behind it because he’s not wrong and we both know it. "I hate you so much right now."
"No you don’t." His hand moves to my thigh, warm and solid and makes my breath catch despite my best efforts to remain annoyed. "You love me. You love all of us. Which is convenient, because—"
The door opens again, and this time it’s Corrian who enters, followed closely by Ezra, Leo, and River. My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight.
Corrian’s in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra’s completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo’s in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they’re hiding, and River, River’s wrapped in a towel that’s barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.
They file into the room one by one, and the energy shifts immediately from playful to something darker, hungrier, more primal.
"Well," I say, my voice coming out embarrassingly breathy as I take in the sight of all five of them surrounding the bed. "This is either going to be the best night of my life or I’m going to die of sexual frustration. Possibly both."
Corrian’s laugh is low and rich, and he moves to the edge of the bed with that predatory grace that makes my wolf want to roll over and show her belly. His eyes are dark with desire as they travel over my naked body, lingering on my breasts, my stomach, the apex of my thighs where I’m sure he can see how wet I am. When he finally meets my gaze again, there’s a promise in his expression that makes my toes curl.
"Oh, princess," he says, and his voice has dropped into that commanding register that makes my entire body want to obey. "We’re going to make sure it’s the best night of your life. But first, we need to talk about something."
I huff out a breath, frustration and arousal warring for dominance in my chest. "If you’re about to give me a lecture about patience or taking things slow, I swear to god I’ll—"
"No lectures," Ezra cuts in, moving to stand beside Corrian. His cock is fully hard now, thick and long and making my mouth water with the memory of how it felt inside me. "No more waiting. No more holding back. We’re done being careful with you." freewēbnoveℓ.com
"Finally," I breathe, and the relief in my voice is palpable. "I thought you were never going to—"
"We’re going to fuck you, princess," Corrian interrupts. "All of us. Together. No more taking turns, no more one or two at a time. We want to worship you, fill you, make you ours in every way that matters. But only if that’s what you want too. Only if you’re ready for all of us at once."
The question hangs in the air between us, and I realise they’re all waiting for my answer. Waiting for permission. Waiting for me to say yes or no, to give them the green light or pump the brakes.
And the fact that they’re asking, that they’re checking in even now when I can see how much they want this, makes my chest tight with emotion that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with how much I love these five impossible men.
"Yes," I say, and my voice is steady despite the way my heart is racing. "God, yes. I want all of you. I want everything. I’m so ready I might actually explode if you don’t touch me in the next thirty seconds."
Jax whoops beside me, his hand sliding up my thigh in a way that makes me gasp, and suddenly they’re all moving at once. Corrian climbs onto the bed, his hands reaching for me, and Ezra’s right behind him. Leo and River flank the other side. I’m surrounded by them, drowning in their scent and their heat and their absolute focus on me. Hands everywhere, stroking my skin, cupping my breasts, sliding between my thighs I arch into the touch with a moan that’s probably audible in the next county.
"Clothes off," Corrian orders, and the command is directed at the others. "All of you. Now."
They obey without hesitation, and within seconds they’re all naked, all hard, all looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. The sight of them, five massive, muscled bodies, all different but all equally devastating, makes my core clench with anticipation. Corrian’s hands find my face, tilting my head up so I’m looking at him, and when he speaks his voice is gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes. freewebnøvel.com
"We’re going to take care of you, princess. Going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. But you have to promise me something first. If anything gets too much, if you need us to slow down or stop, you tell me immediately. Understood?"
"Pinky promise," I say, and I mean it. "I’ll tell you if I need you to stop."
His smile is approving, and he leans down to kiss me. It’s not gentle, there’s too much hunger behind it for gentle, but it’s thorough, claiming, his tongue sliding against mine making my toes curl and my hands fist in his hair. When he pulls back, I’m breathless and aching, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
"Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise goes straight to my core. "Now let’s get you ready for us."
