The drag of him was heavy, thick, distinct. If Euan was a laser, Kit was a sledgehammer wrapped in velvet.
"Tell me the need," Kit demanded, his mouth pressing hot and wet against the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. He nipped, just grazing the scent gland, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
"I need the impact. I need the kick drum."
"Copy."
He gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, bruising in a way that felt like ownership, and thrust forward.
He didn't slide; he seated himself. He filled me with a density that knocked the breath out of my lungs. The sensation was a sudden, dark wash of color, deep, earth-brown and heavy charcoal, rolling off him in waves. Synesthesia painted the room in the colors of espresso and molasses, slow-moving and inescapable.
"Kit," I choked out, my elbows buckling under the sudden shift in gravity.
"Got you," he promised. One of his arms wrapped around my waist from underneath, hauling me back against him, locking me to his hips. "I’ve got the suspension. You just take the weight."
He began to move. It wasn't the frantic, stinging pace Alfie had set, nor was it Euan’s metronomic precision. This was a slow, grinding rhythm that seemed to rearrange my internal organs. He drove deep, hitting a spot that felt primal, anddragged back out with agonizing slowness, letting the friction burn.
"Look at her, Alfie," Kit commanded, his voice rough and strained. "Look at the output."
I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure spiked, turning the brown tones into flashes of blinding copper.
"I'm looking," Alfie breathed, his voice trembling. He was right there, inches from my face. "I'm watching the signal clip. Open your eyes, Z. Look at me."
I forced my eyes open. Alfie was staring at me with a reverence that terrified me. Behind him, Euan was visible in the periphery, kneeling by my head. He reached out, his long, cool fingers finding the tension in my shoulders, massaging the muscle with clinical intent.
"Saturation is high," Euan observed, though his voice lacked its usual detachment. It sounded smoky, compromised. "She is taking the full load."
"I need... all of it," I gasped, rocking back to meet Kit’s thrust. "Don't leave any headroom."
"No headroom," Kit agreed. He picked up the pace, the snap of his hips against my backside creating a wet, slap-echo in the small space.Thud. Thud. Thud.It was the sound of the loading dock, of heavy cases hitting the floor, of the physical labor of the tour. "Taking up all the space. Every frequency."
The heat in my belly roared, fed by the heavy friction. My scent flooded the nest, neon citrus scorching the air, mixing with Kit’s dark, spicy heavy musk until the atmosphere was thick enough to taste.
"Good girl," Kit praised, biting down on the curve of my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark but not breaking the skin. "Taking it so well. My sturdy little engineer. Built to last, aren't you?"
The praise hit me harder than the sex.Sturdy.Built to last.It rewrote the narrative of "fragile Omega" that I’d been fighting for a decade. With Kit behind me, holding me like I was something precious and unbreakable, I felt powerful.
"Alfie," I moaned, needing an outlet for the intensity building in my chest. "Mouth."
Alfie didn't hesitate. He surged forward, capturing my lips. His kiss was erratic, a clash of teeth and tongue, tasting of burnt sugar and desperation. He swallowed my cries as Kit drove harder, faster, abandoning the slow grind for a punishing, rhythmic pounding that shook the entire bunk frame.
I was suspended in the center of the pack. Kit anchoring me from behind, Alfie grounding me from the front, Euan’s hands on my body keeping me present. The triple match wasn't a statistic anymore. It was a physical reality, a closed circuit of energy that cycled through us, amplifying with every pass.
"I'm going to ruin you," Kit growled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Going to make sure you can't walk straight to the bus tomorrow. Going to make sure every step reminds you who was back here."
"Do it," I dared him against Alfie’s mouth. "Wreck the mix."
Kit roared, a guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into my back. He let go of my waist and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the mattress, forcing my upper body lower while he pulled my hips higher.
The angle changed. The depth changed. He hit something deep inside me, a nerve cluster that short-circuited my brain.
The colors exploded. Not just brown and charcoal now, but flashes of deep garnet and heavy, vibrating gold.
"That's it," Euan whispered from somewhere above me. "Let the system override."
"Coming," I sobbed, tearing my mouth away from Alfie to gasp for air. "Kit, I’m coming."
"Come on then," Kit urged, not slowing down, relentless as a click track. "Come on my cock, love. Show the lads how loud you can get."
