“Elle,” he groans, burying his face in my neck as his hips snap against mine with increasing urgency. “God, Elle?—”
I feel him swell, the beginning of his knot pressing against my entrance, and some distant part of me knows we should slow down, that I should take one Alpha at a time through this first peak. But my body has other ideas, clenching around him as another orgasm builds, drawing him deeper.
Adrian must sense the danger because he suddenly slows, his movements becoming more controlled despite the tremor in his muscles.
“Not yet,” he grits out, more to himself than to me. “Not this time.”
He pulls back slightly, denying me his knot, but compensating with deeper, more precise thrusts that have me seeing stars again. When he finally comes, it’s with a strangled cry of my name, his release flooding me with wet heat that soothes the burning ache inside.
He collapses beside me, gathering me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. His hand strokes my hair, his lips pressing against my temple in a gesture so tender it makes my chest ache.
“Better?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Mmm,” I manage, pleasure-drunk and floating. “Much better. But not enough. Not yet.”
His arms tighten around me. “I know. We’re just getting started.”
I turn my head, seeking his mouth for a lazy, grateful kiss, tasting myself on his lips. Over his shoulder, I catch Caleb and Miles watching us, their eyes dark with desire, their scents heavy with arousal. The sight of them waiting, ready to take their turns caring for me, sends a fresh wave of heat through my system.
This is only the beginning, and for the first time since my heat started, I find myself not dreading what’s coming, but eagerly anticipating it.
I floatin the aftermath of pleasure, Adrian’s warmth still wrapped around me, his scent mingling with mine. But the reprieve is brief—my heat surges again, insistent and demanding. I whimper as the emptiness returns, my body already craving more despite Adrian’s release still warm inside me. The mattress dips as Caleb approaches, his amber eyes dark with desire as they meet mine. Where Adrian was controlled precision, Caleb is all fluid grace, his movements like honey as he slides beside us.
“My turn to take care of you, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice like warm whiskey. His hand brushes my cheek, so gently it makes my heart clench. “If that’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathe, turning toward him instinctively while still held in Adrian’s arms. “Please, Caleb.”
Adrian shifts behind me, adjusting our position so that I’m cradled against his chest, my back to his front, while facing Caleb. It’s startlingly intimate, being held between them like this, their scents surrounding me from all sides. I’d expected discomfort, awkwardness, perhaps even rivalry as they shared this moment.
Instead, there’s an unexpected harmony in their movements, as if they’ve somehow silently negotiated the choreography of my care.
Caleb’s hands find my breasts, cupping their weight with appreciative reverence. “Perfect,” he whispers, thumbs brushing over my nipples, already sensitive from Adrian’s earlier attention. “You’re fucking perfect, Elle.”
His mouth follows the path of his hands, warm and wet as he takes one peak between his lips. The gentle suction sends sparks racing through me, and I arch into the contact, a broken moan escaping my throat. Behind me, Adrian’s hands stroke my sides, steadying me, grounding me in the overwhelming sensation.
“That’s it,” Adrian murmurs against my hair, his voice a soothing counterpoint to the fire Caleb is stoking inside me. “Let us take care of you.”
Us. Not me. Us. The word reverberates through me, unexpectedly powerful. These men—these Alphas who should be competitors, rivals—are working together, their focus entirely on my pleasure, my need.
Caleb laves attention on my other breast, his tongue circling the hardened peak before sucking it deep into his mouth. His hand slides down my stomach, finding the slick heat between my thighs, already wet with my arousal and Adrian’s release.
“So wet,” he groans against my skin. “So fucking ready for us.”
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, over my hip bones, between my thighs. When he settles between my legs, looking up at me with those amber eyes now nearly black with desire, I feel a fresh rush of wetness coat my inner thighs.
“I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” he confesses, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “Since that first meeting in the conference room, when you shut down that board member who tried to talk over you. You were magnificent.”
The memory feels like it belongs to another lifetime—professional Elle Park, always composed, never vulnerable. So different from the woman I am now, spread open and desperate between two Alphas who’ve seen every part of me.
Caleb’s first taste is reverent, a long, slow lick that makes my toes curl and my back arch. “Fuck,” he groans against me. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
His mouth works me with hungry enthusiasm. Where Adrian was methodical, precise, Caleb is all passionate abandon, devouring me like I’m a feast he’s been denied for too long.
Adrian’s hands slide up to cup my breasts, taking over where Caleb left off, pinching my nipples with just enough pressure to send shocks of pleasure-pain racing through me. I’m caught between them, surrounded by their touch, their scent, their care, and it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Look at you,” Adrian murmurs, his voice tight with arousal. “Taking his mouth so beautifully.”
His praise sends another wave of heat through me. I never knew I could want this—both of them, their attention, their approval. Ireach back, tangling my fingers in Adrian’s hair, while my other hand finds Caleb’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin as his tongue circles my clit with devastating precision.
