Simon laughs, warm, sensual and full of promise. “Oh, kit-kat. Cass never stood a fucking chance with you.” He’s not shy at all when he takes Cassian’s hard length in his hand. He guides my hand to wrap around his so I can feel his movements, feel how hard he grips our alpha, and learn how he makes him moan.
Cassian tosses his head back, his dark eyes fluttering shut. “Shower,” he grits out, an edge of desperation to the single word. “Both of you. Now.”
My skin is so heated from just a few touches that I hardly feel the heat of the spray when I step beneath it. Simon tips my head back beneath the water, soaking the long blond strands, and then pulls me into his arms, my back against his front. He crooks his finger and beckons for our alpha, and Cassian joins us, burying his face in my neck. His lips brush over his bite. It’s already healed, silvery scars standing out against my skin, but it’s sensitive. So very sensitive.
A keening whine escapes me, and Simon spins me around, capturing my mouth with his. I jolt when Cassian sets his lips against his bite again, when he nips and sucks.
I grind between my men, desperate for friction, for their claiming touches.
“I’m not knotting you in the shower,” Cassian chides when I reach for him. But his voice is light only for an instant. When he looks down at me through eyes lidded with lust, his voice drops into something sumptuous, something irresistible. “And if we start, I’m not stopping until my knot’s buried in your sweet cunt. But Simon... Simon can fuck you while I touch and play... ”
In all my teenage daydreams about the alpha behind me, I never once dreamed such dirty, delicious words would come out of his mouth.
“Saints, I’ve wanted to watch you two together for ages,” Cassian growls in my ear. He follows droplets of water down my skin with the tips of his fingers, skimming down my body until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He finds my clit and I whine, arching back against him.
“You wet for our mate, beautiful?” Simon asks, thumbing over one of my nipples.
I let out a strangled “yes!” and our beta laughs that laugh of his, full of perfect, sinful promise.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. His fingers join Cassian’s and they slick over my wet folds, teasing my clit, until I’m whimpering, begging to come. Simon draws his fingers away and I let out a pleading whine until he offers his fingers to Cassian to taste. My alpha takes our beta’s hand and draws it to his mouth, tasting me on his skin.
“I can’t fucking wait to show our alpha how you like to be shared,” Simon murmurs in my ear. “Oh, Junes, you have no idea the things we’ve talked about doing to youtogether. The things I want to do to you while you’re stretched around our mate’s knot. Suck on those pretty tits until you come, tease your tight little ass until you’re begging me to fuck you…”
Where Cassian’s words were dirty enough to wind my desire higher, Simon’s are filthy enough to make slick run down my thighs. And my sweet beta knows it. He runs the tips of his fingers through my slick, then pumps two fingers into my needy cunt. He withdraws his fingers, circles my clit twice, and then hitches my thigh over his hip. Cass’ hands are on me in an instant, steadying me as Simon drives into me.
I cry out, throwing my head back, baring my neck and bite to Cassian, who takes the invitation, licking over the raised, silvery scars.
I clench around Simon and there’s that addictive laugh of his again, because he knows. He knows what it’s like having the alpha behind me lick and tease a fresh mating bite. He knows that just the touch of Cassian’s tongue against my skin has me chasing my orgasm, begging them both with nonsensical, wordless pleas.
Cassian eases me back in his arms, and though the tile of the shower is slippery, I’m not at all afraid I’m going to fall. My alpha has me.
And he has plans for me. Oh, saints. His eyes glint like sunlight catching in a glass of dark whiskey. He finds my clit with his fingers, circling me in time to Simon’s deep, steady thrusts.
I’m close, so fucking close. When he sucks hard on the bite on my neck, I keen, breaking apart into a million pieces as my orgasm slams through me.
“Perfect, beautiful kit-kit,” Simon praises, his voice rough as his thrusts become more erratic, more desperate, until he finally follows me over the edge. He buries his face in my neck, nuzzling me.
I sag in their arms, boneless and languid.
Cassian nuzzles me and steals a quick kiss from Simon, and while Simon and I are both spent, my alpha is still hard and eager behind me.
I arch an eyebrow at our beta, and Simon grins. He doesn’t need an affinity to understand just what I intend to do to our alpha.
We sink to our knees before Cassian, stroking idle touches over his hard length, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his heated velvet skin. His cock jumps in my hand, pearly precum beading on the tip.
“Fuck. The two of you,” he pants, “are going to make me lose my mind.”
Simon beams up at our alpha. “That, mate, is the plan.”
He takes Cassian’s tip into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.
Before I met them, I never thought I’d be turned on by watching two men together, but Cassian and Simon are a work of fucking art.
Simon knows just how to suck and tease to make Cassian fist his hands in the his rust-red curls. My beta chuckles and eases off of Cassian’s cock long enough to capture my lips in a kiss. He takes my hand and curls it around Cassian’s thickness, showing me just how to pump my hand, how to tease my thumb over the slit at the crown of Cassian’s cock.
When he breaks our kiss, I seal my lips around the thick head of Cassian’s cock, earning a tortured growl from my alpha. I smirk around his length and take him to where his knot flares, hot and throbbing.
But Simon isn’t content to watch me take our mate in my mouth. As I bob on Cassian’s length, taking him deep into my throat, Simon finds my clit with his fingers, using his other hand to palm one of my breasts. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I whine.
