Trent bit down on her shoulder—not hard enough to break the skin, but as always, right over the healed mark. His cock swelled, that knot as challenging as it ever was, especially with Daniel inside her.
Meanwhile, Daniel fucked her harder, faster, and when his teeth closed over her shoulder, when his cock jerked hard inside her and shefeltthe heat of his cum searing her, she was helpless against another rolling wave of pleasure that crashed over her.
“Stop,” she gasped out, the word ripped from her like a scab over an ill-healed wound. More poured from her. “Stop, please.”
Daniel released her shoulder and offered a far-too-gentle kiss to the sore spot before slipping from her. Eventhatwas too much. “Good girl,” he all but purred into her ear.
Her hands came free, but she was too tired to see if it had been Kyle or Daniel who had released her.Does it matter?
The pulsing thickness of Trent’s knot pulled another gasp as she shoved at his chest.
He trapped her hands between them, kissing at her panting lips. “You’re okay, pet. It’s over. I know, but I can’t pull out, not yet. Just relax.”
Pet.That was what got through to her, what made her take a breath and try to relax, try not to tense against the massive feeling of his swollen knot.
Which seemed impossible right then, when her body was nothing but a collection of overworked nerves.
Lips pressed to hers, and she recognized the kiss without having to open her eyes.Kyle.He brushed her hair from her face as he offered the sweetest kisses, soft and full of things none of them dared to say.
And the words ended with the kisses. No one spoke. She got no lectures.
She closed her eyes and snuggled against the warmth and strength of the three, content to let them hold back the rest of the world, at least right then.
* * **
Kyle lifted his eyebrow at Alison, unsure what to do with her.
They’d fucked her to exhaustion just that morning, yet somehow her panties had ended up twisted so tight someone might think she hadn’t been laid in weeks.
He exchanged a look with Daniel, who only shrugged.
Trent didn’t seem any more in the know about what the hell had crawled up their little omega’s ass in the past few hours.
His phrasing made him chuckle to himself as he recalled how she’d squirmed, how she’d cried out.
Focus.
The sweetness from that was gone, and he had no idea where it had disappeared to. Daniel had taken her into the shower and cleaned her off, since he’d started the whole punishment thing. Even when walking out, though, she’d been happy.
Fuck, she’d been downright glowing.
So what had happened between them and now? Dealing with Alison forever made him question himself. It seemed like a test she was always changing the rules to.
Alison brushed past him as she set the table, refusing to make eye contact, storming around. She didn’t break any rules—smart girl—but her little acts of defiance were loud all the same.
Sick of it, Kyle reached out and caught her wrist by the cuff.
She gave him a look that screamed the threats she wanted to make, even if she kept them in. “Yes?” she said through gritted teeth.
He tugged her to the living room and pushed her to her knees on the pillow they’d left there. He lowered himself into the seat in front of her. She took the position without thought, showing why they’d had to slip into these roles twenty-four-seven, so such things became automatic.
“What’s wrong, sugar?”
She glared at him, her lips turning white from how hard she pressed them together.
Kyle sighed and slipped his fingers into her hair. He tugged her forward until she pressed her cheek to his thigh, and ran his fingers through her hair, hoping she’d relax. “You can’t be mad about the punishment. You sure as hell weren’t mad right after, and you can’t claim you didn’t deserve it.”
She lowered her gaze, like she didn’t want to look at him. That wasn’t uncommon. She seemed to retreat inside herself when she was forced to really think aboutwhyshe did something, as if she’d never put in effort to do so before.
