When we break apart, she's looking between me and Plague with dark, dilated eyes. "Who's first?" she asks, and the question sends a bolt of heat straight to my cock.
"Lady's choice," I say, trying to keep my voice light despite the way my heart is hammering.
She considers for a moment, then reaches for Plague. "You," she says simply.
Surprise flickers across his face. He moves over her with that careful grace of his, positioning himself between her thighs. I watch as he lines himself up with her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick heat, his dark hair falling forward and brushing her shoulder where a mark used to be.
"Ready?" he asks, and she nods.
He pushes in slowly, carefully, and I watch her face as she takes him. The way her eyes flutter closed, the soft gasp that escapes her lips…
"Fuck," I breathe, my hand moving to my cock without conscious thought.
Plague starts to move, slow and deep, and Ivy's moans fill the air. She reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my length, and I have to bite back a groan at the contact.
"Don't come yet," she pants, her grip tightening. "Want you inside me too."
The promise in her words makes my vision blur. I watch as Plague fucks her with increasing desperation, his control finally cracking. His pale eyes are wild, his usually perfect hair a mess as his cock claims our omega.
When his knot starts to swell, Ivy cries out, her back arching off the bed. "Yes," she gasps. "Knot me. Please."
Plague's rhythm stutters, and then he's pressing deep, his knot locking them together as he comes with a broken snarl. Ivy follows him over the edge, her inner walls clenching around him as she sobs his name.
They stay locked together, breathing hard, and I stroke myself slowly as I watch them. The sight of Plague's knot buried inside her, the way she clings to him—it's enough to drive a man insane.
But I wait. Because this is about her, about what she needs.
When Plague's knot finally goes down, he pulls out carefully, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Okay?" he asks softly.
She nods, smiling up at him. "More than okay."
Then she's turning to me, her eyes bright with renewed hunger. "Your turn," she says, and I don't need to be told twice.
"Ready for me, sweetheart?" I ask, already positioning myself at her entrance.
"So ready," she breathes.
But as I start to push in, I realize the logistics are all wrong. If I try to take her like this, missionary style, I'm gonna crush her. She's so fucking tiny beneath me, and I'm built like a goddamn grizzly bear.
"Hold on," I murmur, pulling back. "Turn over for me, baby."
She looks confused for a moment, then understanding dawns in her eyes. Without hesitation, she rolls onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me. The sight of her like this—ass in the air, back arched, looking over her shoulder at me with those ocean eyes—nearly makes me come on the spot.
"Perfect," I growl, positioning myself behind her and lining myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick heat. "You sure about this?" I ask one more time.
"Please," she whimpers, pushing back against me. "I need you."
I push in slowly, carefully, watching her face in profile as she takes me. She's tight as hell, her body stretching to accommodate my size. I'm thicker than Plague and her mouth falls open with a gasp as I fill her.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You're so tight, sweetheart. So perfect."
She moans, her arms trembling as she braces herself on her elbows against the mattress. "You're huge," she gasps. "So big."
"Too big?" I ask, stilling inside her.
"No," she says quickly. "Perfect. You're perfect."
I start to move then, slow and deep, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. The angle is incredible. I can go deeper likethis, hit spots that make her cry out and clench and squirm. And I can see everything, the way her back arches, the way her ass bounces against my pelvis with every thrust, the way this perfect little tiger takes my massive cock.
