Her cry was music, and he did it once more before relenting, that darkness inside him loving her frantic sounds.
Her cunt seared the head of his dick as he pressed against her, grasping her hips to hold her still. She went wild, writhing, leaning back to take him.Thishe liked. He enjoyed the way she couldn’t hide what she wanted. So often she could be hard to read, harder still to understand. In that moment, though, all those defenses were torn free and he saw the passionate, strong omega beneath them.
He tightened his fingers as he slid into her, slow enough to torment her, to force her to feel each inch of him spreading her and stretching her lovely cunt.
Trent ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her cheek against Kyle’s thigh. Her chest was to the floor, to protect her shoulder. Even driven as he was by need, he’d never risk hurting her.
She took him as though made for him, like her cunt had been designed to fit him perfectly. Snug, warm, wet. It was perfection, and he allowed himself only a moment to savor it.
Daniel ran his hand up her spine once, focusing on how her back arched, on the lovely curve, the narrow waist, the hips wide enough to hold on to.
He had no idea what he could have possibly done in his life to deserve this, but he wouldn’t forsake it, wouldn’t risk losing it. He pulled back and thrust into her, taking her harder.
One of his hands remained on her hip, the other spreading her cheeks. He dipped his thumb into the wetness around her cunt, then pressed that against her ass.
She tensed but didn’t pull away. “Good girl,” he rumbled out. “Let me in.”
She shivered, and he took that as his opportunity. He pressed that finger into her, keeping shallow without any real lube, just enough to tease her, to tempt her, to let her knowexactlywhat he planned to take next time.
And Alison reacted the way he knew she would. She cried out, her body clutching him as if to never let him go.
Fine by me.
He teased the sensitive ring of muscles as he took her cunt with hard, wild thrusts. “This is how it’ll be, sweet, next time. I’ll take your ass, and Kyle can have your cunt. Your pretty mouth, well, Trent will fuck that, since he’s too nice to you anyway.”
She trembled, her body seeming to be in chaos she couldn’t control. He stoked those flames inside her, knowing his own end was close. It was only round oneof what would be a very long night, so he had nothing to prove, no need to make himself last longer. Truth be told, he’d come in her at least three more times before her heat dissipated, before that need broke and they could rest. This wasn’t about showing off, or about trying to make it something it wasn’t. No one could do such things when driven so hard by hormones.
Instead, heats were for giving in to what people really were, what they needed. They were for letting go of expectations. So Daniel did that, enjoying the wily omega beneath him, taking what she gave so freely and servicing her in return.
When he came, when his knot swelled so thick that she whimpered and whined, he plunged as deep as possible and locked into place.
She came hard, her cunt squeezing down so tightly it nearly hurt, and he pulled his finger from her. Panting, he leaned forward, offering gentle bites to her back, to her shoulder blades, to the sweat-soaked expanse of skin wherever he could reach.
Reality could stay the hell away. They’d all have to wake up from this spell too soon, and Daniel refused to lose a moment of it to worry.
When he was locked inside her, when she whined softly and trembled against him, he knew something he couldn’t ever admit to.
He loved her, and that was going to hurt them all in the end.
Chapter Fifteen
Alison hurt. She’d say she felt as though she had been fucked for hours by three alphas—which was exactly how she felt—but that seemed far too on the nose.
Her clit was sensitive, even after a shower, so the brush of her underwear against it made her let out a pathetic sound that reminded her of the ones she’d made the night before.
The night when I screwed all three of them instead of taking the drugs like a smart woman would have done.
Even thinking about it, she couldn’t quite figure outwhyshe’d made the choice she had.
Liar.
She sighed, letting the swing move forward and back on the porch. She knewwhy.
This wouldn’t last beyond their case. At the end of that, she’d go back to her world and they’d go back to theirs. There was no other way of it working out.
So when the waves of need had hit her, when she’d been faced with the three of them in that garage, she’d wanted a taste of a future that wasn’t meant for her. She’d wanted for just one night to know what it would feel like to be someone’s mate, to have someone look at her as though they wanted nothing more.
Not just strangers, either, but people who knew her.
