I step between her legs again, and her other hand grabs the base of my cock, stroking it as she writhes between us.
Beau’s pace is brutal now, hips hammering into her from below as she arches up toward me. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and her hand is moving faster on me, desperate and messy, her thumb swiping over the head.
“I’m gonna come,” Beau growls. “Fuck,Emery—”
“Inside,” she gasps. “Give it to me. All of it.”
I see the moment it happens: his body locks, his cock jerks, and he sinks in deep, knot swelling as he spills into her, raw and feral.
His arms shake from how hard he’s holding back, and I’m right behind him.
Emery’s hand moves faster, stroking me to the edge. She’s still shaking from being stretched and claimed by Beau, and the sight of it nearly pushes me over the edge, but I want more.
I want to beinher when I come.
“Move,” I grunt, voice low and tight as I lock eyes with Beau over her body.
For a second, I think he’s going to refuse. His nostrils flare, rut burning hot behind his eyes, but then he shifts. His hands stay firm on her thighs, keeping her exactly where he wants her. Hisknot is still buried to the hilt, but he rolls his hips just enough to give me space above her.
Sharing, but on his terms.
I climb onto the bench, knees bracketing her shoulders as I straddle her chest. Her skin is flushed and damp with sweat, her breasts heaving with every shallow breath. She lookswrecked—glassy-eyed and lips parted, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of Beau’s knot stretching her wide.
My cock hovers over her mouth, thick and aching, tip glistening, and I almost come all over her face when she looks up at me through hooded eyes.
“You want this too, Omega?” I rasp, hand sliding into her hair, fingers curling tight at the base of her skull. “Want both of us using you? Filling you? Ruining you?”
She smirks, then opens her mouth in offering.
Fuck.
I sink in slowly at first, feeling the heat of her tongue, the way her lips stretch around me, the hum of her moan vibrating straight through my shaft. I pull back just enough to watch her mouth work, watch her eyes flutter shut, watch her hand reach up instinctively and grip my thigh.
And then I take control.
My hand tightens in her hair and I start to fuck her mouth properly; long, deep strokes that push past her lips and into the back of her throat. She gags once, then relaxes, her throat opening as she takes me deeper in this new position.
Beau growls, his own hips twitching as her throat tightens around my cock at the same time her cunt clenches around him.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You feel that? You feel what you do to us?”
I thrust harder now, rhythm rough and unrelenting, cock sliding slick and hot between her lips. Her saliva drips down onto her chin and chest, mixing with sweat and scent and the mess of us all tangled together.
I can feel my release building fast.
“Stay open,” I growl. “Don’t you dare pull away.”
Her hands clutch at me as my hips snap forward one last time, and I come with a hoarse groan, spilling deep into her mouth. She swallows around me instinctively, throat working as I fill her, every pulse dragging another low sound out of my chest.
I hold there, buried to the hilt, hips jerking as the last of it empties out of me. My grip loosens only when the shaking starts to fade, and I’m totally spent.
My cock slips from her mouth with a wet sound, and she gasps softly, her lips swollen and shiny and her eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. I stroke her cheek once, then drag a hand down my face, chest heaving and legs unsteady as I put space between us.
Beau is still locked deep inside her, his knot holding him in place as his breath slowly evens out, and I realize then, with startling clarity, that we didn’t break her:
She pulled us both apart, and put usexactlywhere she wanted us.
Chapter Twenty-Five
