Theo grunts behind me, his rhythm becoming erratic, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
"You better take every fucking drop," he growls, and I can hear he's close, can feel his cock swelling inside me.
I moan around Nash's cock, and the sound pushes him over the edge. His hand tightens in my hair, holding me still as he fucks my mouth faster, harder, chasing his release.
They both come at almost the same moment—Theo burying himself deep and stilling, his cock pulsing as he fills me, while Nash groans and spills down my throat. I swallow frantically,taking everything he gives me, my pussy clenching around Theo's cock in response to being filled.
For a moment, we're all frozen—connected, breathing hard, completely wrecked.
Then they're pulling out carefully, leaving me gasping and trembling on the bed. I collapse onto my side, my whole body feeling like overcooked noodles, satisfaction humming through my veins.
Nash leans down, capturing my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that tastes like both of us.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, claiming every inch, before he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.
"Come lick up her pussy," Theo's voice cuts through the post-orgasmic haze, commanding despite the breathlessness.
Nash raises an eyebrow, that smirk widening.
"I'm only taking your orders because I won that race yesterday."
Theo chuckles, the sound low and pleased.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Then Nash is between my legs, and oh god, his mouth on my oversensitive pussy makes me cry out and grab for something to hold onto.
He licks broad stripes through my folds, cleaning Theo's release mixed with my slick, groaning like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. I’ve never felt this overwhelming rush of pleasure. My body launches into a stratosphere of sensation so blinding and raw that every thought evaporates, leaving only the frantic, desperate need to hold onto something. Enough that I’m gripping the sheets for dear life as I’m cumming but clearly squirting in his face.
No Alpha has ever made me squirt.
Nash pulls back from between my legs, his face glistening with my release, looking absolutely smug and satisfied in a waythat should probably be illegal. Then he turns those dark eyes to Theo, who's still catching his breath beside me, and his smirk takes on a commanding edge that makes my spent pussy clench weakly in response.
"Your turn," Nash says, his voice rough and commanding. "Come lick up her generosity."
Theo huffs out something between a laugh and a groan, but he's already moving, replacing Nash between my thighs before I can even process what's happening. His mouth is on me immediately, tongue laving through my oversensitive folds with broad, thorough strokes that make me whimper and squirm.
"Too much," I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, not sure if I'm trying to push him away or pull him closer. "It's too—oh fuck?—"
But Theo doesn't stop.
If anything, he becomes more thorough, licking and sucking gently but persistently, cleaning every trace of slick and release until I'm trembling with aftershocks that roll through me in waves. It's not quite another orgasm—I'm too wrung out for that—but it's close, pleasure bordering on the edge of too much sensation.
My thighs shake uncontrollably.
My breath comes in short, desperate gasps. The winter smoke and fir scent of him mixes with Nash's motor oil and leather, both of them surrounding me, claiming me, making it impossible to think about anything except this moment.
When Theo finally pulls back, I'm completely boneless, sprawled across his bed like a rag doll someone forgot to pick up. My sweater is bunched around my waist, my hair is a disaster, and I'm pretty sure I've never been more thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.
We all just lie there for a moment, catching our breath.
Theo collapses beside me, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Nash stretches out on my other side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me with an expression that's equal parts fond and hungry, like he's already thinking about round two.
The bed smells like sex, Alphas, and me—vanilla and caramel and citrus mixing with their darker, more intense scents until the air itself feels thick and claiming.
This closeness, this intimacy, this sense of belonging.
