Chapter 160: Is it over?

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Is it over?

"Fuck, that’s it, baby," Dean growled against her tit, voice rough and filthy. "Grind that greedy little pussy. You feel how deep I am? How fucking full I’ve got you?"

Amelia moaned loudly, her hips rolling faster, smearing her slick all over his lap. She yanked his hair harder, forcing his mouth back onto her breast.

"Suck harder, Dean," she hissed.

She slammed herself down on him with a wet smack, clenching around his shaft so tightly he groaned. Her free hand reached between them, nails raking down his chest as she started bouncing again—harder, meaner, using him.

He thrust up to meet her, eyes locked on hers with raw hunger.

"You look so perfect, give me more." He said darkly, then suddenly flipped them with a surge of strength, pinning her beneath him without ever slipping out. The new angle made her cry out. "Look at you. This pussy is mine to wreck."

He started pounding into her with long, punishing strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing over the quiet riverbank. Amelia’s back bowed off the ground, her nails digging into his back as she snarled up at him.

"Harder—oh shit, right there—don’t you dare slow down!" Her voice cracked into a slutty whine as she wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. "Ruin me—yeah that’s it—fuck yess—"

Dean’s thrusts grew erratic, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her bouncing tits. He grabbed her throat—not tight, just enough to hold her in place—and leaned down so their faces were inches apart.

"You’re such a nasty fucking princess when you’re getting dicked down," he panted, smirking even as his voice shook. "Beg for my cum, Amelia. Tell me how bad this pussy needs to be flooded."

Amelia’s eyes fluttered, her walls fluttering wildly around him as her orgasm barreled closer. She licked her lips, staring straight into his eyes with pure wicked heat.

"Cum inside me—fill me—I want it all"

Dean snarled and gave her exactly what she demanded, hips snapping forward brutally. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy taking every inch filled the night air.

Amelia came first—shattering with a loud, shameless scream, her whole body locking up as her cunt clenched and pulsed around him in powerful waves.

"Fuuuuck—yes! I’m cumming—don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—!"

Her orgasm triggered his. Dean buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her in thick, hot spurts.

"Take it—all of it, you greedy whore—fuck, Amelia—!"

Enzo stood above them, fist working steadily over his cock as he watched the entire filthy scene. The sight of her coming apart under his brother pushed him over the edge.

"Open wide."

Amelia turned her head toward him without hesitation, lips parting. Thick ropes of cum striped across her cheeks, her mouth, the bridge of her nose. She licked what she could reach at the corners of her lips, eyes half-lidded and lewd, body still trembling through the aftershocks.

Dean stayed buried inside her a moment longer, breathing hard, careful not to collapse his full weight onto her. When he finally pulled out, her body shuddered at the sudden emptiness. He sank down onto the soft grass beside her.

Reid was already on his back a few feet away, chest rising and falling. Enzo dropped to his knees, spent. All three of them ended up on the ground, limbs heavy, the air thick with the scent of sex and river water.

Amelia lay sprawled on the grass, completely spent. Every muscle in her body felt like it had given up on her, and even the thought of sitting up seemed exhausting. Her limbs were heavy, her breathing still uneven, and she had absolutely no intention of moving anytime soon.

That was amazing.

A lazy smile tugged at her lips as she stared up at the open sky. Soft clouds drifted across the blue, and sunlight filtered through the branches overhead, warming her face.

For once, her mind was quiet.

No worrying about the future. Just this moment.

She wished she could stay there a little longer, basking in the warmth and the peaceful silence, with the lingering sensation of being loved still humming beneath her skin.

Unfortunately, peace had never been particularly generous to her.

Amy should be done with her trial by now, she could also feel that Swifty was waiting and ready to take them out of the territory.

Amelia let out a long sigh.

"What’s wrong?" Enzo asked.

She turned her head toward him. He was watching her with a faint crease between his brows, his attention settling on her face as though he could tell something was bothering her.

"I’m thinking that I don’t want to move."

Enzo’s expression softened. "That, I can help with."

He rose and crouched beside her, lifting her effortlessly against his chest.

Amelia instinctively curled an arm around his neck. Her cheek settled against his shoulder, and she let out a small, contented sigh as he carried her away from the edge of the river.

"Does anything hurt?" he asked, glancing down at her.

She shook her head against his chest.

"No. Everything was perfect. I loved it."

His eyes lingered on her face, and the faint smile he had been wearing grew warmer.

***

Later, after Enzo had helped her clean up and get dressed, Amelia settled onto the soft grass beneath the shade of a nearby tree. Her body still felt pleasantly weak, and she leaned back on her hands, watching the three men rinse themselves off before pulling their clothes back on.

It was wonderful, being cared for like this. Not because she was weak or incapable, but because they wanted to take care of her.

The three men might not have fully understood what their bond meant yet, but they were no longer pretending there was nothing between them.

Neither was she.

She straightened as much as her tired body allowed, then pursed her lips and released a clear, sharp whistle.

The sound carried across the riverbank and into the trees.

A few seconds later, branches shifted near the tree line. The wolf emerged from the shadows. Its paws made almost no sound against the grass, and its pale eyes settled on Amelia as though it had been waiting for her call.

The wolf approached and lowered its massive head beside her.

The beast leaned into her touch, allowing her to use its broad shoulder for support as she stood up.

Dean had already moved toward her. "I’ll ride with you," he said. "You can’t stand on your own yet."