Connor’s eyes meet mine from across the room, something knowing flickering there. Theo clocks it a second later, his gaze shifting between us, instinctively aware of the shift even if nothing’s been said.
Enough.
I’m at her side before I consciously decide to move, fingers curling around her wrist, firm but familiar. She looks up at me, breath hitching just slightly.
“Hotel,” I murmur near her ear. “Now.”
Her pupils dilate. She doesn’t argue.
Connor’s already grabbing his jacket, and Theo follows without a word.
We don’t linger, or explain.
The night air hits us hard as we step outside, and I finally breathe again, hand still wrapped around Emery’s, pulse hammering with everything I’ve been holding back since the final horn.
We won.
And now I’m done waiting.
Chapter Forty
Emery
I’m barely inside the door before Connor has me against it, mouth on mine like he can’t wait another second.
His hands are already under my top, thumbs dragging up over bare skin, and he groans when I arch into him.
“Fuck, Omega,” he murmurs, voice hot and filthy in my ear. “You know what you do to us?”
Apparently he’s not the only one, because Theo’s already behind me, hands on my hips, mouth at my throat, his body radiating heat like his restraint’s about to snap.
“This is how we celebrate now?” I manage to say, breathless already.
Connor grins. “Win a game, fuck our girl. Seems fair.”
“Not just any game, either,” Beau’s blue eyes flash. “Now,strip.”
I’m already halfway undressed, my body humming with want, with instinct, with the bond that ties us so tightly together it’s almost unbearable; and they help me: hands sliding over skin,mouths pressing open-mouthed kisses down my spine, over my hips, my thighs.
I’m wet before I’m even fully naked. Slick coats my inner thighs, dripping down as Connor drops to his knees behind me.
He groans when he sees it.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls. “Just for us.”
“For you,” I breathe. “All of you.”
Theo kisses me, slow and reverent as his hands find my breasts, while Beau moves behind me, his big palms anchoring at my hips. And Connor—god,Connor—leans in and licks up my inner thigh.
It doesn’t take long to become chaos.
I’m spread open on the bed, slick and flushed and panting. Theo’s lying back against the headboard, mouth parted, chest rising and falling as he watches Connor eat me out as if he’s trying to live in my taste. Beau kneels between my thighs, one hand fisting his cock, the other holding me open as Connor’s tongue works me to the edge over and over again.
“Fuck, look at her,” Beau growls. “You see how much she needs this?”
Theo nods slowly. “I feel her. She’s on fire.”
“You want it, baby?” Connor asks, voice wrecked against my cunt. “Want all of us? Want to feel everything we’ve got?”
