Geo's expression is more complex. I don't knowwhathe's thinking. But he shifts in his seat, adjusting himself in a way that makes it clear he's aroused by what we're doing. Knight is the wild card, but I don't know what's going through his head, either. Not that I ever do. He's just staring at us. Not attacking, but… staring.
Guess not shredding me is a positive sign.
I turn back to Cosima, searching her face. "Are you sure?" I whisper, still not entirely convinced this isn't some elaborate fantasy my mind has conjured.
In response, she tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me up for a kiss. The taste of her is still on my lips as she devours my mouth, and I groan helplessly against her. This is everything I'vedreamed about since the moment I first caught her scent—her body beneath mine, her taste on my tongue, her hands on my skin.
I'm vaguely aware of the others watching us still, of Nikolai's burning gaze in particular. Some small, petty part of me revels in it. After everything he's done, everything he's taken from me, there's a twisted satisfaction in knowing he's watching me with the woman he claims as his mate.
When we break apart, Cosima's eyes are dark with hunger. I open my mouth to speak, to beg her to let me do more, to ignore the fact we're far from alone, but she nips at my lip, silencing me. "Shut up and fuck me," she commands, her voice a throaty purr.
The dominance in her tone makes my cock twitch. I've always been drawn to strong personalities, but there's something about the wayshetakes control that's driving me wild. "Yes, ma'am," I breathe with a low chuckle, unable to keep the reverence from my voice.
I settle between her legs, my hands trembling slightly as I fumble with my pants. When I finally free myself, I'm almost embarrassingly hard, the head of my cock flushed dark and leaking. I position myself at her entrance, still slick from her earlier orgasms, and pause for just a moment, meeting her eyes.
The nod she gives me is all the permission I need. I push forward slowly, groaning as her tight heat envelops me inch by agonizing inch. It's perfect—she'sperfect—and I have to stop once I'm fully seated inside her, at least up to my knot, breathing heavily to keep from coming immediately like some pent-up virgin.
"Gods, you feel amazing," I whisper, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Her mouthwateringly thick thighs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move," she commands, and I comply instantly.
I start with slow, measured thrusts, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But as she begins to respond, arching up to meet each thrust, my restraint crumbles. I lose sight of our audience, lose sight of everything except Cosima beneath me, her silver hair spread across the pillows like moonlight, her violet eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her pointed nails clawing at me. I hiss at the exquisite burn from the scratches as she rakes her nails down my back.
"Sorry," she gasps, but I shake my head frantically.
"No, it felt good," I pant, driving into her harder. "Please... more."
She obliges, her nails digging deeper, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The pain mingles with the absolute ecstasy in a way that makes the world tilt. I've always been like this, craving pain with my pleasure like a fine wine, and Cosima seems to intuitively grasp what I need.
Without warning, she pushes against my chest. For a moment, I think I've done something wrong, but then she's flipping our positions, shoving me onto my back in the nest of pillows. She straddles me, sinking down hard on my cock with a satisfied moan that makes my toes curl.
The sight of her above me, silhouetted in the dim light of the train car, is mesmerizing. Her silver hair cascades down her back, her full breasts bounce with each movement, and her expression is one of pure, uninhibited need. A goddess of lust taking what she wants from her most ardent devotee.
"Fuck," Geo mutters from somewhere to my right, the word coming out choked.
I glance over, unable to help myself. Geo's erection is visible even from here, straining against his pants. He's fuckinghuge.Nikolai looks like he's about to snap, his entire body rigid and his good eye fixed on us. Knight looks like he's considering ripping me apart. Still worth it, even if he does.
Cosima follows my gaze as she rolls her hips, riding me with confidence. Her pink lips curve into a seductive smile as her eyes flick over the other alphas, her movements slowing to a teasing grind that makes me whimper.
"You're welcome to join us," she purrs to Geo and Nikolai, her accented voice like silk and steel. "But you fuckhim, not me."
I feel my face flush hot at her words. I don't protest, though. I've never hidden what I am, what I like. Still, I don't expect either of them to take her up on the offer. Nikolai is too proud, too conventional despite our past... indiscretions.
And Geo… well, Geo and I have a complicated history that's never crossed that particular line. I expect him to refuse with his usual colorful force.
To my shock, Geo actually looks tempted. His eye darkens as he considers her words. For a moment, I think he might actually accept.
But then Cosima smirks, turning back to me and taking my face in her hand. "Their loss," she purrs, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "I would have liked sharing you."
I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. "I'm perfectly content to have you all to myself, goddess."
She laughs, a sound of genuine delight that makes my heart swell, and then she's moving again, riding me with renewed vigor. I grab her full hips, my fingers digging into their lush softness to guide her movements, helping her find the angle that makes her gasp and shudder. Every inch of this woman is soft, silken, smooth, such a bewitching contrast to the steel underneath.
A study in contrasts.Perfection.
The others are clearly just as transfixed as I am. The knowledge that we're performing for them adds a forbidden thrill that pushes me closer to the edge.
Cosima seems to feel it too. She's more vocal now, less concerned with keeping quiet. Her moans and soft cries fill the train car, punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the nest materials beneath us and the slick sounds of our bodies meeting. Her movements become more frantic, her inner walls clenching around me as she chases another orgasm. I feel the base of my cock beginning to swell, the first sign of my knot forming, and try to warn her.
