The purr in his voice has me melting into a puddle. I reach out, looking for something to hold as I get my knees under me.
Water splashes as Callisto jumps out and comes around on the outside, reaching for me. The height’s perfect for me to grab onto him while I offer myself to Rickon. Callisto consumes my mouth, all the longing and pent-up need blazing in his kisses.
I moan.
Rickon presses his cock to my pussy, and I shiver as he thrusts home. A glance over my shoulder shows his face tight with concentration, nipple tassels swinging wildly with each thrust he makes. Shit, he’s beautiful. Like a fairy prince made a baby with an angel.
Zack’s scent rises and Rickon whimpers as he presses into my back, Zack leaning on him to get access to his favorite asshole. And just like that, we’re joined in harmony.
I lift my head and whine as Rickon speeds up, breaths gusting heavily on my shoulder. Callisto swears softly and frames my chest, holding me up as his thumbs explore my corseted breasts. He leans in and takes the ribbon in his teeth, gaze decadent as he pulls back to release the bow.
Water slides down his abdomen, and his wet jocks cling to the engorged lines of his cock beneath. I reach out, bracing one hand on his hip to steady myself as I drag that wet fabric down and free him. My alphas have fucking big dicks. By measurement, Rickon’s is the longest. Zack’s not as long but much, much thicker. And Callisto, well, he’s coming in like a 2x combo with the best of both.
I close my fist around his length and stroke. Callisto’s breath hitches and the cock in my fingers twitches, telling me I’m doing everything right.
“Fuck, Red, baby!” Rickon blurts out behind me. “Please stroke him hard, for both of us. Take what you want, omega. Like I am.”
“Shit, Ricky.” Callisto groans and thrusts into my palm. “Who knew you could be so bossy?”
I smirk. Yeah, my first alpha’s got a mouth on him when he wants to. And to prove my point, he growls at Callisto. A faint roasted nut scent floods the air. Oh, damn, no wonder he’s getting riled up.
’Cause so am I.
And his suggestion sounds too perfect.
I stroke Calli harder, water splashing around us as Rickon and Zack thrust. Fingers dig into my ass, and Zack lays one big hand on my back, connecting us.
Callisto rumbles, and pulls the ribbon on my corset, opening the front up in quick, frantic tugs that make my body rock. The groan he lets out when the top opens enough for my breasts to peek over sends the fire in my belly into a wild inferno.
He thumbs my nipples, smiling as my breath hitches. His hips thrust forward into my hand, and he tips his head back, eyes closing in ecstasy as he gently pulls on my aching points, sending sparks shooting through me. I jerk my ass back toward Rickon, growling faintly as I chase the growing pleasure.
“She likes that,” Rickon rasps.
“So much,” I agree, voice shaky.
Callisto contorts to bury his face between my breasts, sucking one nipple onto his tongue while he rubs the other.
I arch, quivering and whining.
Zack slides his hand around my belly, his fingers moving to my pussy to frame Rickon’s cock where it sinks inside me. The extrapressure and the tingling electricity erupt, shaking me from head to toe as the orgasm hits.
Calli groans into my breasts, thrusts twice and shoots cum up my wrist.
Breathing hard, I slump on the edge, warm water soothing my trembling legs. Rickon gasps out my name as he finishes himself deep inside me, the words slurring into deep, guttural groans as Zack thrusts harder and tenses.
But the fire in my stomach flares hotter, barely satisfied.
My heat is here in all its blazing fury. Wild Red flits at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to descend and take over any minute now. A desperate, frightened whine escapes me. I’ve done everything possible to make this space safe, to reassure myself, but hope feels fragile as I recall I’ve never once had a successful heat before.
What if it all falls apart? What if the madness descends?
I grip the edge of the jacuzzi, blinking through my blurry vision. No, she can’t have me this time because I have a contingency plan. I know what I need to get through this; the same thing that sustained me for a decade in the darkest pit.
“My bag,” I rasp, slapping Calli’s leg and pointing toward the shopping bag abandoned on the planter box. “Get my letter from the bag.”
Chapter sixty-six
Callisto
