As Roan broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps, he looked over at me. For all that her need and his body’s own demands held him fast, he wasn’t bowing to it fully. He held part of himself back, maintained control—command.
Right now, what he wanted was for me to get her ready. Because despite her orgasms and our own releases, she was already starting to move. Her heat was like a star going super nova, intense, consuming, and utterly devastating.
“I have it,” I told him, my voice sounded rough to my own ears. Then he lifted his head to glance at Rhett. The other man was already there. At some point, he’d stripped his clothes off and between the three of us, we removed the rest of Wren’s. She arched her back, her nipples hard points of dark pink perfection. I paused to bite the side of her breast, sucking hard against the softness until she let out a hiss and tangled her fingers in my hair.
The mark darkened slowly against the golden gleam of her skin. My mark. That satisfied me. Once she was naked, we shifted her, lifting her until we could settle her on Rhett’s waiting cock. Another moan left her as he filled her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and I wanted her to do that to me.
With quick movements since my cock was already hard as a stone and dying to be back inside of her, I stripped the rest of my clothes and moved to stand behind her.
When Rhett glanced up at me, there was a wild grin that was almost a grimace tightening his mouth. He wanted to let go and just rut, but not yet. We had to take the edge off, and get her ready— With a grunt, he stabilized her hips as he began to pump his in a fierce, unyielding rhythm to drive up into her.
I used more of the cum he pushed out of her to lube up my dick and her ass once more before I pressed the tip of my dick against the tight rosette of her hole. Her whole body tensed as I began to push in, but Rhett distracted her with his thrusts.
Her slick coated my thighs from where I’d had her earlier, and the scent was the darkest, sweetest aphrodisiac to my system. Relentless, I pushed past that first ring of muscle. Far from truly loose, she still took and took as I fucked into her. The grip of her ass was unimaginably intense. Even as I bottomed out, I wrapped her hair around my fist. The thin barrier separating me from Rhett let me feel his cock moving inside of her.
“Fuck,” Rhett swore, as we kept her in place and on his next thrust, I began to move. We seesawed her between us, moving in sync with a rhythm developed on the ice but Wren was so much more than a puck or a championship?—
So.
Fucking.
Much.
More.
Tightening my grip in her hair, I pulled her head back so she would arch her body—fuck, right there. The position was perfect and I kissed her. It was the first time my mouth brushed over hers. Like a drug sliding into my system, the taste of her wound through me, leaving a fiery trail to mark her path. The brand soaked into my skin, my muscle, and scored my bones.
“More,” she cried against my lips. “More.”
Happy to oblige, we increased our tempo, our thrusts, our force and her cries were the symphony of pleasure I craved. The bloom of her scent…
Her scent in heat was a rich, intoxicating lushness that wrapped around me like a velvet cloak, drawing me in and ensnaring my senses. It was a heady mix of musk and honey, a primal aroma that spoke of untamed desire and unbridled passion. The air around us was thick with it, a heady perfume designed to drive even the sanest man mad.
Her heat was a living, breathing thing, a tangible force in the room with us. It pulsed and throbbed through her body, tore at ours as she cried out in need. The fire crackled in the background, the sound a staccato beat to underscore the slapping of flesh on flesh.
The sudden clamping of her muscles was my only warning of her orgasm. I dragged my head up, releasing her mouth as my hips stuttered. The release this time was almost a dry one, it hurt and felt so fucking amazing at the same time. The perfection of pain because this was Wren.
Our Wren.
Rhett let out a roar as he came. The gush of his release and her slick made a hell of a mess between us. He cupped her face and pulled her down for a devouring kiss. The moment expanding until it blocked out the world.
We were in a bubble of pure passion illuminated by the flames licking over the logs in the fireplace, perfumed in muskand need kissed by cedar of the cabin itself. The three of us seemed to suspend there, panting. Sweat dripped down my spine. Hers glistened on her skin and I licked up the line of her throat before I bit down on the side of her neck.
She gave a start, her inner muscles clenching so tight she threatened to squeeze every last drop of my release. It was hers. All hers. Every fucking thing I had was hers. Rhett let out a low groaning growl as the respite proved almost too short. A little mewl of sound escaped her as she began to writhe again and his cock stiffened.
“Water,” Roan ordered. “Clean up.”
The words sliced right through the haze of need starting to cloud around us and I pulled back, slowly. Wren began to shake, tears tracking down her face.
“Shh,” Roan ordered, his hand replacing mine in her hair as he began to pet her. Rhett started to thrust, but a snap of a look from Roan stilled him. I hated leaving her body and it grasped at me, wanting me to stay, but Roan was right.
If she was this needy already, this desperate…
She needed their knots.
On shaking legs, I backed up and grabbed a bottle of water. Unscrewing the top, I drained all of it while watching Roan and Rhett coax her into drinking. Then Roan was lifting her off Rhett’s dick. The other alpha bit back a snarl but Roan was already carrying Wren toward the bedroom.
Since we’d planned to bring her here, we’d brought stuff over while Roan tracked her in the woods. Then we’d gone to join in the hunt. Like some giant hunting cat, Rhett was on his feet and prowling after them.
