It’s not a suggestion. Not with that voice.
I move carefully, adjusting my grip as I shift to lie flat across the couch, Emery still straddling my hips, still locked around my cock. The movement presses my knot deeper, and she lets out awrecked, breathless cry that’s so needy and raw I almost come all over again.
“Fuck,” I groan, arms flexing around her. “Still so tight—shit.”
Beau is already in motion.
Big hands take her hips like they belong to him, and he moves her, arranges her, guides her exactly how he wants. He angles her knees around my thighs, spreads her wide, and then presses her slowly forward until she’s flush against my body.
Her chest molds to mine, her slick-slicked thighs tremble on either side of my hips, and her head drops into the crook of my neck.
Omega-musk saturates the air, dripping from her, sticky and primal and laced with every one of us, and Beau growls low as he takes a breath.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs as his palm smooths down the sweat-slick curve of her back.
“Mmhm,” she whines, breath catching. “You know I want it.”
Beau grins as he leans down, licking a long stripe up her spine.
“Connor,” he growls.
“Yeah?”
“Hold her still.”
Connor’s there instantly, kneeling beside the couch, one hand braced on her shoulder, the other gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. He gives her flesh a sharp, possessive swat that makes her cry out.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, giving her flesh a light swat. “You’re about to beruined, Omega.”
Emery lets out a helpless little moan, broken and needy, and Beau spreads her open with both hands. She’s slick as fuck, her ass twitching faintly, and my hands fist into the couch cushions as Beau spits into his palm and rubs it deliberately between her cheeks, making sure she’s wet enough to take him properly.
“Gotta slick you up,” he mutters darkly. “Not gonna tear you. Not when you’re doing so good for us.”
I feel it next: the first drag of his alpha-hard cock sliding slowly down to her tightest little hole.
The blunt head presses there, teasing and testing, and my breath punches out of me as I feel her body tense around both of us.
“Fuck,” Beau groans, voice rough and unsteady. “So fucking tight back here.”
Connor lets out a low, appreciative sound.
“Look at that ass.” He swats her again. “Christ. I’ve gotta have it next.”
“She’s nervous,” I murmur hoarsely. “I can feel it.”
Beau pauses, then lifts his head, and for one charged second, his blue eyes lock with mine—alpha to alpha—over Emery’s body, over the woman knotted to me and spread for him.
“You still want it, sweetheart?” Beau asks, voice dropping low and dangerous.
My own breath hitches.
“Yes—” Emery gasps, the words tumbling over each other. “Yes, please. Want all of you. Want it everywhere. Alpha—please—”
Beau’s restraint snaps.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
And then hethrusts.
