Cara nuzzles into my neck, half-asleep. “I can feel you,” she murmurs. “Both of you. You and Nate.” Her hand squeezes mine weakly. “It’s so much.”
She tilts her head up, and I kiss her, soft and sweet. “I love you, Lucas.”
“I love you too.” I brush damp hair from her face. “Rest while you can.”
She nods sleepily. I feel her slipping toward unconsciousness. My purr rumbles on, soothing her into sleep.
She wakes an hour later,whimpering.
The heat is back. I can smell it: her scent gone sharp and needy, fresh slick soaking the blankets. She’s writhing against me before her eyes are open.
“Need you.” She’s panting, grinding against my thigh, slick smearing hot against my skin. “Lucas.”
“I’ve got you.” I’m already hard again.
I roll her onto her back and slide inside in one thrust. She cries out, relief, pleasure, and I set a rhythm, fucking her deep and steady.
Chapter 23
Theo
I’ve been hard for six hours.
Six hours of watching Cara fall apart. Six hours of touching her, tasting her, helping Nate and Lucas fuck her through wave after wave while my cock aches and my knot throbs and every instinct screams at me to bury myself inside her.
But it wasn’t my turn. And I’m good at waiting.
I’ve been waiting for ten years. What’s a few more hours?
Except it wasn’t nothing. Watching Lucas bond her just hours ago—watching her arch into his bite, hearing her cry out as the bond snapped into place—that was its own kind of beautiful torture. The way she looked at him after, soft and overwhelmed and so full of love. I was happy for him. Happy for pack. And aching so badly I thought I’d split in two.
Cara surfaces from the haze with a whimper, and all three of us go still. She’s been cycling like this—lost to sensation, then breaking through for a few lucid minutes before the next wave drags her back under.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I stroke her hair back from her damp forehead. “You with us?”
Her eyes flutter open. Unfocused at first, then finding mine. “Theo.”
“Right here.” I press a kiss to her temple. She’s burning up, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her scent so thick with heat it makes my mouth water. “How are you feeling?”
“Empty.” The word comes out broken. “Need... need to be filled.”
Lucas is already there with water, lifting her head. “Drink first. Small sips.”
She whines but drinks. I watch her throat work as she swallows, watch a drop of water escape and trail down her chin. I lean in and lick it off without thinking. She moans at the contact.
“Good girl.” Lucas sets the water aside.
Nate is behind her, her back pressed to his chest, his purr vibrating through them both. He hasn’t stopped purring since he bonded her. His hand slides down to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she arches into the touch.
“More,” Cara gasps, reaching for me. Her hand finds my thigh, slides higher, wraps around my cock through my jeans. “Theo, please?—”
Fuck. The feel of her hand on me, even through fabric, makes my hips jerk.
“I’ve got you.” I shove my jeans down, kick them off. Her eyes go wide when she sees how hard I am—my cock straining, the base already starting to swell. “See what you do to me? Been like this for hours. Watching them knot you. Watching you come on their cocks. Killing me.”
“Then do something about it.” She tugs at me, trying to pull me closer. “Need you inside me, Theo. Need your cock filling me up.”
I slide my hand between her thighs and groan. “Jesus, Cara. You’re soaked.”
