My fingers slide through her slick, and the sound—wet,obscene—goes straight to my spine. She’s impossibly wet, her heat closing around my touch, already trying to pull me in.
“I’ve never…” I swallow hard, my breath unsteady. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, Emery.”
She whimpers my name, soft and wrecked, and Connor chuckles behind me.
“Told you: you’re not gonna survive her.”
Beau rumbles in agreement as I circle her clit slowly, watching her reaction closely. Her back arches, mouth falling open, breath breaking; and my cock throbs painfully.
I can’t take it anymore.
I move up her body and line myself up, hand shaking as I guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I push in, savoring the way she stretches around me, the way her bodyacceptsme.
An unrestrained growl tears out of my chest as I push in deeper, inch by inch, feeling her flutter and clench around me, her cunt trying to drag me under.
“Fuuuck,” I breathe. “You feel—god, you feel—”
“I know,” she gasps, arms coming up around my shoulders. “Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop, Alpha.”
I bottom out with a desperate grind, my hips pressing flush to hers, my whole body shuddering as I finally fill her tight little cunt completely.
“Christ,” Connor mutters. “Look at that. She’s got him.”
Beau steps closer, and I feel his hand settle briefly at the back of my neck, grounding and approving.
“That’s it,” he says quietly. “Take her.”
I start to move. Slow at first.Deep. Every thrust and roll of my hips draws a sound from her: moans, broken pleas, my name spilling from her lips. I kiss her everywhere I can reach, whispering praise, telling her how good she feels, how perfect she is, how proud I am of her.
Her body tightens violently.
“Oh—Theo—”
She comes with a sharp cry, her whole body clenching around me so hard my vision whites out.
“That’s it,” I groan, losing all restraint as her walls clench and release, her pussy milking me dry. “Come for me, Omega. Take it—take all of it.”
Behind me, Connor laughs breathlessly.
“He’s done for.”
“Yeah.” Beau exhales slow and deep. “He’s not making it out of this with any control left.”
They’re right, but I don’tcare.Not anymore.
I feel my knot swelling, pressure building fast and heavy, instinct roaring to the surface as my hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider as my thrusts turn rougher, needier, chasing the edge.
“I need…” I pant, barely coherent. “I need to—”
Emery pulls me down into a desperate kiss, her arms locking around my neck.
“Do it,” she whispers against my lips, breath shaking. “Please, Theo. Knot me. I want you.”
Something inside me finally gives—not with a snap, but with a deep, aching surrender.
Every line I’ve held. Every rule I’ve followed.
Gone.
