“Oh fuck,” Em growls as she moves to the next finger. One by one, she licks his cum off my fingers, and I am frozen. She rides his dick, pushing him back into me. When my hand is clean, I grab his hips, holding him steady. She’s moving pretty fast, and though I’m certain his ducts are clean, and he should be able to knot, I don’t want her to hurt him.
So I stay steady as his foundation. My hands slide up and down his thighs and hips. I don’t know if it helps, but Auryn likes it when I do it to her.
She kisses him, thrusting against him as I hold him. One small hand reaches for me, bringing my lips to hers.
“So good to me,” she whispers as she slides her tongue into my mouth.
“Shit!” Emmett cries. “I’m going to come again.”
His voice is tinged with happiness, but I can feel the tremors in his body as he thrusts himself into her. I rock my hips, giving him a push from below. Auryn groans, and Emmett braces a hand on my thigh, using me as his foundation. I rise with him, giving him the extra push again. Wordlessly, we find a rhythm. Him thrusting into her, me rocking him to meet her thrusts. We move together, as one.
“Pain level?” I ask.
“None,” he says, and I think he’s crying. I tear my gaze away from Auryn, and see I’m right.
He is crying.
I tighten my grip on him and give him a reassuring smile. “Tell me what you feel.”
His glassy eyes glisten in the low light. “Good,” he says, the words barely a whisper. “So fucking good.”
“Safe,” Auryn whispers.
I realize when silence falls they’re waiting for me to say something.
The word comes easier than I expect it to.
“Loved,” I say softly. “Beta feels loved.”
Auryn pulls me back to her mouth.
“Specimen feels loved too,” she says, kissing me long and slow.
I know the moment they come together because she groans into my mouth, and his entire body goes limp.
And suddenly it hits me, too. I squeeze Emmett and kiss Auryn a little deeper, too.
And when we break apart, it feels like time moves slower. I lay Emmett down, and he doesn’t fight me. Auryn cuddles close to him, and I carefully extricate myself from him and wash my hands three times, only because I swear I can still smell burnt cherries on my skin.
I give up, finally, figuring there are worse things to smell like.
When I get back in the nest, I curl up to Auryn and kiss her neck and let the darkness pull me under with my alphas.
Both of them.
Chapter 36
Diego
“Gage, no!”
I’ve been searching all over the compound for him. All I found–until now–were missing liquor bottles. Now?
Now he’s in the gym, sprawled in the far corner … with a gun in hand.
Granted, he’s so fucking wasted I doubt he could summon the dexterity to pull the trigger, but that’s beside the point.
Sprinting across the gym, I snatch the weapon from Gage’s limp hand and disarm it before either of us gets hurt. “What the fuck are you thinking,jefe? You could’ve killed yourself.”
