She tasted like honey and heat.
The kisses we’d shared so far had all been in the fiery heat of the moment, all possession and control to bring her back to us when the heat eroded every inch of her control. The orgasms had been intense and ferocious.
Feeling her pretty little mouth on my cock was a memory I would keep close. More, I wanted a repeat. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs, lick her cunt up like my favorite ice cream until she bathed me in her slick and her cries. Then I would sink into her and fuck her into the mattress until she took my knot and my claim.
All of these thoughts, this hunger, this primal instinctive need to grab and hold onto her was a firestorm in my blood. Even as the scent of her heat perfumed the air with the intrinsically feminine sweetness of her scent, the musk a heady taste on my tongue, I recognized just how easy it would be to slip the leash.
But not this time. No, this time it was all about getting her through the experience. Helping her and easing her aches—if that took our cocks, then so be it. Jay couldn’t knot her, but hecould give her orgasms and a solid place to stand. Too many overlooked what a beta brought to the relationship.
They didn’t knot and they didn’t go into heat. They were less a victim to their own instincts and more a tempering of our own. A good beta was worth a dozen mediocre alphas and then some. Jay was more than “just a beta.” He was our friend and he cared about Wren every bit as much as we did.
I hadn’t missed the fact that Rhett was getting his cock warmed in Wren’s cunt or how she leaned back into him. The tiny little flexations of her muscles rippled along her thighs and her abdomen. She was soft and curvy in unexpected ways. I’d always appreciated her form, but she often wore these narrow cut dresses, pantsuits, and jackets.
They emphasized her height, her leanness and drew the eye away from the softness of her breasts, the way her hips flared, and the gentle little pillow on her abdomen. My cock was so hard it hurt, and still I drank in the sight of her. Jay was running a hand up and down her leg, a soothing petting motion.
“Rhett,” I said, almost growling. Just because I could control myself didn’t make me any less feral where she was concerned or diminish how much the need to have her gripped me.
The other alpha met my stare and when I gave him a single nod, I could practically taste his relief. He moved, rising with Wren still mounted on his cock and put her on her hands and knees.
“Kiss Jay,” Rhett ordered as he closed his hands on her hips. There was no gentleness in him as he began to piston into her. Her earthy cries were music to my darker side. I wanted to hear every sound she could make. Jay twisted to kiss her and he swallowed each moan and groan that Rhett drove into her.
The slap of skin where his hips met her ass added to the rhythmic beat. The scent of her soaked into everything, the bed,the walls, the carpet—my soul. Rhett answered her rising siren call with wild dominance—raw, instinctual, hungry.
Jay’s fingers slid under her as he deepened the kiss. The wet licks of their tongues added a separate music to the pound of Rhett’s hips. I could almostfeelit when Jay found her clit, desperately aware of every tiny bit of her.
Her scream bounced off the walls. Not even Jay’s fiery kiss could muffle the sound of her pleasure. With one deep inhale, I drank in her scent. I wanted to roll in it, cover myself in her musk until she was so deeply embedded no one could question who any of us belonged to.
Later, I promised myself. That was for later. Her orgasm continued and finally Rhett let himself go, hips stuttering as he dug his fingers into her hips. He would leave marks on her. But we all had already. Little bruises from kisses, bites, and strokes. I had a few of my own.
And I wantedmore.
She could mark me up, use me, and I’d walk around shirtless to show it off if she’d allow it. As much as I wanted the world to know I was hers and she was mine, it really only mattered if we could claim each other.
Spent, she and Rhett both collapsed. The swift rise and fall of their chests betrayed the reaction as did the combination of their release. Jay stroked her hair and glanced at me.
“Orgasms aren’t going to do it much longer.”
No. Her need wasn’t subtle—it was a living force,thickin the air, pulsing with heat. It expanded like a storm surge, flooding the room with the heady, unmistakable scent of her arousal. It clung to the walls, sank into skin, made it impossible to breathe without tasting her hunger.
I hadn’t kissed her yet—not properly—not the way I wanted, but we weren’t going to have that time yet. When I closed on the bed, Rhett eased away. His cock glistened with her release, buthe was already hard again. Both of us were, she called to every part of myself from my alpha nature to the man I wanted to be for her.
She drove us all to the edge, and even sinking into her wasn’t enough, not anymore. “Wren,” I said, releasing my grip on my own power, my own dominance and letting it uncoil to meet hers.
With eyes that shimmered with light, she gazed up at me. “Roan… please.”
“You never have to beg,” I promised her, no matter how decadent the sound of it was. “Never.” I stroked her hair, it was damp with sweat. Her whole body gleamed with it. It had already been hours since we got here and we had hours yet to go.
“Then what—” She croaked, her mouth dry and her throat rough. Jay tipped a water bottle to her lips and she drank thirstily before whispering, “Thank you.”
He just winked at her.
“We need to knot you,” I told her. There was no escaping it, not anymore. Whatever had been done to her body chemistry just rutting wasn’t going to satisfy her. “Both of us.”
The combination of her sharp gasp, dilated eyes, and bitable swollen lips were a drug for my system. A drug I was already addicted to and had no intentions of ever recovering.
“At the same time?” Her scent grew once more, a cloud of need and invitation. But she wasn’t asking, she was reveling. “Oh, please.” Half writhing, she rose to her knees and reached for me. I made no attempt to push her away.
The slide of her skin against mine was both a torment and a gift.
