Chapter 156 Uncomfortable
"Baby, are you okay?” Wyatt gently picked me up and placed me on his thigh, his hands wrapped around me.
Immediately, Oswald extended his right hand toward me. He placed his right hand on my forehead while he placed his left hand on his forehead to feel my temperature.
After a few seconds, Oswald exhaled in relief and lowered his hand. “Her temperature is normal.” He conveyed to Wyatt. Immediately, he lowered his head to stare at me, his mismatched eyes filled with worry. “Filipa, do you feel sick? Does it hurt anywhere?”
I bit my lower lip and shook my head. I also can’t pinpoint what was wrong with me. I don’t feel sick yet I feel sick at the same time. I don’t feel hurt yet, but at the same time, it felt as if my whole body was hurting. And a feeling of restlessness gnawed at my soul.
Since the afternoon after I tried to heal Asher, a surge of weakness and restlessness has overwhelmed my soul. I thought I would be fine after getting a nap or sleeping, but even after lying on the bed all day, I find myself unable to rest; rather, my restlessness increases, and Maia begins to stir impatiently, making me very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a surge of intense desire overwhelmed me, causing my eyes to fly wide and my lips to part in a delicious and enticing moan. I clamped my legs together and squirmed in Wyatt’s embrace.
My body temperature began to heat up, and my skin was reddening. “Ah!” I mewled pitifully, an empty feeling and cravings overwhelming my whole being.
My clitter throbbed a lot; I could feel my slick trickling down my thighs, and my pheromone began to seep into the room.
My eyes fell on Oswald and Wyatt, and an intense urge began to build in me. I wanted them. I wanted them so much. I wanted both of them to take me so hard and fierce at the same time.
Immediately, my hands fell on Oswald’s shirt impatiently, and I tried to rip it apart. Unfortunately, regardless of how I tried, I failed woefully.
My eyes reddened, and I stared at Oswald and Wyatt with teary eyes. “Alpha. Hubby. Please.” I smacked my lips together and cried out pitifully, my desires building with every second that seemed to tick, making me squirm uncomfortably.
Oswald’s lips curled up, and his mismatched eyes darkened. He ripped his shirt apart, his actions revealing his ripped upper body. I let my eyes feast on his delicious body while he discarded his shirt in a corner of the room. “Is this what I’m thinking?” Oswald’s lips curved upward in a smirk, and his breath shortened, his voice soft and husky.
“En,” Wyatt responded, and his black eyes that roamed my body turned mismatched instantly; he discarded his shirt and leaned back against the bed frame. Although he didn’t say a word, I could see that Wyatt wanted me to take the first move.
My fold throbbed in wants, and my pheromone burst into the room, causing me to whimper in pleasure and wants.
I twisted out of Wyatt’s hands, wanting nothing other than to discard my clothes and let them take care of me. I took off my pajamas and lingerie and discarded them by throwing them in the air.
Oswald and Wyatt’s eyes turned golden immediately, and their lingering eyes began to run around my body unrestrainedly.
Feeling the intense gaze that revealed their attraction toward me, I felt myself shiver deliciously. I want them, I...
Before I could process, Oswald and Wyatt leaned forward and encircled me in a hug.
Oswald’s thin and soft lips captured my lips in a demanding, slow kiss. I leaned into the kiss, sighed beautifully, and hooked around Oswald’s neck in bliss. It felt so perfect. Too perfect with me.
Soon, the kiss became needy and more intense. Oswald began to kiss me like a thirsty man who had just come across water, leaving me breathless.
Oswald stuck his tongue into my mouth and began to explore my mouth wantonly. His tongue slipped over mine as he swept every corner of my mouth hungrily, our saliva mixing with each other's.
My hand made its way to his silky black hair, and I weaved my hand through it while whimpering in need. I want them. I want them so much it hurts.
Wyatt slowly trailed feather kisses from my neck, collarbone, and back while his hands ran around my body, sensing extreme tingles through me.
“Ahhhh, Oswald. Wyatt. More.” My lips parted in a sweet moan, giving Oswald more chance to dominate my lips and my mouth.
My sensitive eyes reddened with tears, my legs weakened, my whole person became mushy and muddled, and my heart raced. My lips parted, and I gasped for breath, my breath coming in a short gasp.
The room temperature seemed to turn so hot, and only the tipped and strong masculine bodies that engulfed me in a hug could solve it.
The scent of my Alphas' pheromones that invaded my nose made my urge stir more and more. This wasn't enough. This wasn’t enough. I want more of them.
As if knowing what I was just about to say, Wyatt's hand gently trailed my wet fold.
Perhaps it was because of my restlessness that my sensitivity seemed to increase to all their actions. I threw my head back, and my hand gripped Oswald's arms. “Hubby.” I moaned loudly in a cry while shivering.
Oswald sucked my lower lips immediately, and I moaned into his mouth. He shifted the kiss to my neck, and I couldn't help but moan loudly due to the tingles, due to the pleasure they made me feel.
Oswald’s hands explored my feverishly red skin until they fell on my mound. My body arched and my hips bucked at the double and intense pleasure.
“I love you, baby,” Oswald confessed. Oswald lowered his head and captured my sensitive right nostril with his luscious lips. My breath emitted in short waves, and my reasoning went blank.
Oswald’s left hand began to play with my left sensitive nipples by moving in circles, twisting it gently, and playing a wicked dance. He began to suck my breast with so much fervor as if he were a hungry baby.
My eyes fluttered shut, and my lips parted slightly, my chest heaving and falling heavily while sweat formed on my skin, the pleasure in me soaring.
Suddenly, Oswald's hand moved away from my left mound. Before I could blink or process, Wyatt captured my left breast, and he began to suck while his hand kept stroking my fold.
The two actions were so intense it was as if they were competing on who could drink my breast milk. Due to their intense action, my eyes rolled into my socket and my lips parted in gibberish. “Ahhhh…”
My eyes widened when another finger joined the one in my fold. My back arched and my hips bucked in response, but before I could move, Oswald's hand effortlessly pinned me down. My eyes flew wide open, and I glared at both of them in disgruntlement.
“Adorable,” Wyatt smirked wickedly, and he suddenly added more fingers.
My disgruntlement disappeared without a trace, my eyes widened, and my lips parted in a loud cry. Oswald raised his index fingers and middle fingers and used them to tap my lips.
My lips parted, and I eagerly began to suck Oswald’s finger as if it were the sweetest thing, stifling my moans.
In the afternoon, when Wyatt informed me we'd be doing our joint mating tonight, I couldn't help the petrification that overwhelmed me.
But now I realize that all my worries were uncalled for. Oswald and Wyatt loved the most; of course, they would put my comfort above any other things. Even right now, I knew they were trying not to scare me and keep my pace.
“Ahhhh!” My lips parted, and I jolted out of my reveries due to Wyatt's finger that hit my sweet point. I spasmed and threw my hands around Oswald's neck, my back arching and my fist gripping Oswald tighter.
My desire began to build, just as my want for them. All I could feel was Wyatt's hand that traced my fold, Wyatt's lips that sucked my nipples, Oswald’s hands that ran across my body, and his lips that trailed kisses astound my neck.
Suddenly, Oswald’s hand trailed lower, and before I could blink, Oswald’s hand joined Wyatt’s finger in my fold.
It was at that moment that I lost control of my voice and began to cry while yelling loudly with a moan.
Oswald and Wyatt’s fingers curved in me as if exploring my fold, and the two began to hit my sweet spot so much that all I could feel were their fingers.
My hips buckled, my finger dug into bed, my brows arched, and my toes curled due to the sweet and sensational feeling, but I was effortlessly pressed down by Wyatt.
“Hubby. Daddy. No. Ahhhhhhh!” I cried out while speaking gibberish. How could they bully me so much? Even though I tried to squirm and escape from the intense pleasure. Unfortunately, I failed woefully
“Mine. Ours. Perfect for us.” Wyatt and Oswald susurrated in a low and deep, husky tone that sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the intensity of the fingers in me increased
My eyes widened, my pleasure surged, and my breath came out in a hurry. “Hub… Daddy…” As if knowing what I wanted, the two began to pump faster.
Suddenly, Oswald’s lips captured my fold’s lip, and he began to suck and play with my fold using his tongue with every thrust, making the pleasure double.
My eyes rolled into my socket and my lips parted, moaning their names endlessly due to the pleasure and tingles coursing through me.
I felt joyful tingles spread through me; I started to stiffen, and my body quivered as a sweet sensation began to build in me; a sheen of sweat gathered over my forehead and every skin.
My breath hitched, and I couldn't help closing my eyes. My brain turned mushy and my thoughts scattered, my pleasure building rapidly.
"Hubby. Daddy, please…" I cried out while clutching the sheet tighter. I dragged in a ragged breath and held it, my whole body flushing with heat.
Close. I'm so close. I. Just a bit. A little. A little left. A little more...
The sudden pausing of the stroking and licking made my eyes snap open. My expression changed upon seeing the two parts away from me. My eyes turned gloomy immediately. How could they do this to me? “What are…”