Then Bastion says, voice low and dangerous, “Don’t ever say that again, Emery.”
I glance up at him. “What, the truth? Even if you two want to stay in this pack with me, if Ranier doesn’t, won’t his family get this taken care of? I’ll be out.”
Bastion swipes a hand through the air. “Fuck his family.”
Wyatt nudges me, gentle. “Bastion means it, you know. We don’t want anyone else. Ranier will come around.”
“And if he doesn’t?” I ask.
Bastion shakes his head. “He will. He’s stubborn as hell, but he’s not stupid. I know he feels a connection with you even if he’s too terrified to admit it to himself.”
I feel something inside me unspool, slow and reluctant. I lean into Wyatt, just enough to let him catch me. His arm wraps around my shoulders, and I realize I’m shaking. Bastion’s hand finds my wrist, thumb running slow circles over my pulse.
For a second, it’s quiet. Just three people, breathing together.
Then Bastion says, “You know what would really piss Ranier off?”
I shake my head.
Bastion leans in, breath warm against my neck. “If we made it official. Right here. Right now.”
Wyatt’s eyes go wide, but then he laughs, bright and wild. “You want to get kicked out of the city?”
Bastion shrugs. “Let’s give them a show.”
Wyatt looks at me, eyebrows raised. “You in?”
Claim?As in, alpha claim bites?Oh, wow.It’s too soon and not at all soon enough. But I want them. Wyatt and Bastion. Even Ranier.
Everhart Packismy pack. These marks should have happened far sooner.
My mouth is dry, but I nod anyway. “Hell yes.”
It happens fast. Bastion kisses me, hard and sudden. His mouth is greedy and rough. His hand slides to my hip, pulling me closer. I melt into him, fingers clutching the lapel of his jacket. Wyatt presses in from behind, arms circling my waist, and traces his lips against my ear.
I’m sandwiched between them. Bastion’s tongue tangles with mine, tasting like coffee and adrenaline. Wyatt’s hands are everywhere on any exposed skin.
They break the kiss only to swap places. Wyatt spins me in his arms and tilts my chin up with two fingers. His kiss is softer, but no less hungry. He nips at my lower lip, then licks the sting away. Bastion’s hands roam up my thighs, hiking my skirt in a way that would scandalize the press if they could see us right now.
But they can’t. Not here. Not with the alley is formed between these two tall buildings.
Wyatt slides a hand under the back of my dress. His fingers splay over the curve of my ass. Bastion massages my breast, his thumb teasing the nipple through the thin fabric. I arch into the touch and moan softly into Wyatt’s mouth.
The cold is gone. All I feel is them. Wyatt’s steady hands. Bastion’s clever mouth. The press of their bodies pinning me between the brick and the future.
Bastion kneels. He drags my panties down with a flick of his wrist. The air is icy on my bare skin, but then his mouth is there, hot and wicked, tongue lapping at my core with finesse.
I grip Wyatt’s shoulders to keep from falling. He holds me up, murmuring filth into my hair. His other hand is between my legs, working in tandem with Bastion’s mouth. They’re coordinated, like they practiced, each taking pleasure in the way I writhe and whimper with want.
I’m close, embarrassingly fast, but they don’t let up. Bastion’s tongue finds my clit and Wyatt’s fingers slide inside, curling just right, and I cum so hard I nearly bite through my own lip.
They don’t stop. Not even when I’m shaking, not even when I beg.
Bastion licks me clean, then rises, his mouth shiny. Wyatt kisses me again, tasting me on my own lips.
I’m dizzy, off-balance, but so veryalive. I’ve had each of these alphas, but never at the same time. This is different. This is electric.
“Fuck,” I gasp, clinging to both of them. “You guys are insane.”
