“Oh god,” I gasp as tension coils tighter in my core. “Caleb, I’m going to?—”
“Come for us,” Adrian commands, his voice pure Alpha authority in my ear. “Let go, Elle.”
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as Caleb’s mouth works me through it, relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure. Behind me, Adrian holds me steady, murmuring praise against my temple as I shatter between them.
Before I can fully recover, Caleb is moving up my body, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that tastes of me and him together. It should be strange—tasting myself, tasting Adrian’s release still inside me—but instead, it’s intoxicating, primal in a way that makes my inner Omega purr with satisfaction.
“I need to be inside you,” Caleb breathes against my lips. “Please, Elle.”
“Yes,” I nod frantically, beyond coherent speech. “Need you—need you both?—”
Adrian shifts behind me, his hands sliding down to my hips. “I want to try something,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “If you’ll let me.”
His fingers trail lower, beyond where Caleb’s cock is poised at my entrance, to the tight ring of muscle behind. The touch is questioning, tentative despite the Alpha confidence he usually exudes.
“Oh,” I breathe as understanding dawns. “Yes. Please, Adrian.”
Caleb’s eyes meet Adrian’s over my shoulder, another wordless communication passing between them. “You sure, Elle?” Caleb asks, his usual playfulness replaced by genuine concern. “It’s a lot, taking both of us.”
“I want it,” I insist, need making me bold. “I want everything. Both of you.”
The moment consumes me and I’m this possessed, greedy thing. I feel Caleb stretching me and burying himself deep inside me, the dance between pain and pleasure fires within me. He groans as he fills me, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he fights for control.
“Jesus, Elle,” he breathes. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
Behind me, Adrian’s fingers work me open with patient care, using my own wetness and something cool and slick—lube, I realize dimly, wondering when and how he acquired it. The preparation is meticulous, thorough, so very Adrian in its precision.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my ear. “Let me in, Elle.”
I focus on breathing, on accepting the stretch as he presses forward. There’s a moment of resistance, of burning pressure, and then he’s inside me, the sensation so overwhelming I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain or some transcendent combination of both.
“Good girl,” Adrian praises, his voice strained. “That’s it. So good for us.”
They begin to move together, finding a rhythm that’s shockingly coordinated. When Caleb withdraws, Adrian pushes forward; when Adrian pulls back, Caleb thrusts deep. The alternatingpressure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, filling me completely, leaving no emptiness for my heat to exploit.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans, his pace increasing as my body adjusts to their intrusion. “You’re taking us so well, Elle. So fucking well.”
Adrian’s hands grip my hips, his touch sure and steady as he controls our movements. “Is this good?” he asks, ever the perfectionist even in this. “Tell us what you need.”
“Just—don’t stop,” I manage, coherent thought becoming increasingly difficult as pleasure builds inside me again. “Please don’t stop.”
Their rhythm falters, then intensifies, their breathing becoming ragged as they chase their release while ensuring mine. Caleb’s hand slides between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy, circling it in time with their thrusts.
“Come for us again,” he urges, his voice rough with need. “Let us feel you, Elle.”
The orgasm hits me like a lightning strike, every muscle tensing as pleasure explodes outward from my core. I cry out, the sound raw and primal, my inner muscles clenching around both of them as I convulse in their arms.
My release triggers theirs—first Caleb, his head thrown back, a string of curses falling from his lips as he empties himself inside me; then Adrian, his teeth finding the sensitive juncture of my neck and shoulder, not breaking skin but applying just enough pressure to make me gasp as he follows Caleb over the edge.
For a moment, the three of us remain frozen, joined together, breathing hard as our bodies pulse in unison. Then, carefully,they maneuver us to our sides, still connected, their arms wrapped around me from both sides.
“That was—” I start, but words fail me.
“Yeah,” Caleb agrees with a breathless laugh. “It definitely was.”
Adrian’s hand strokes my hair, his touch gentle despite the intensity of what we’ve just shared. “Are you alright?” he asks, that familiar concern coloring his voice.
“Better than alright,” I assure him, turning my head to press a kiss to his jaw. “Much better.”
