“I want you so badly,” she confessed. “It’s killing me.”
“Kiss me,” I told her, no command or request. Just the simplicity of the words and she wrapped her arms around my neck as her mouth found mine. A teasing brush of her lipsagainst the corner of my mouth, then a sharp sting of her teeth as she bit me.
I almost laughed at the invitation and repudiation in the same moment. My Wren was still inside the desperate omega who needed her body filled. She chided me for my commands even as she gave me everything I could ask for and more.
When I teased the seam of her lips with my tongue, she opened for me. I alternated between sucking her tongue and stroking it. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and the burn of contact spread with every caress. When I slid my hands to her ass and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me,
The wet heat of her cunt enveloped my dick. With no encouragement she began to writhe against me, bathing me in her slick and Rhett’s release.
“So fucking filthy,” I exhaled the words against her lips as I slid two fingers into her. The spasm of her muscles and ease of the glide told me she was more than ready, she was eager. I teased her clit and she arched, biting my lip again until it stung.
“Fix it,” I ordered, the growl in my voice more a purr than a warning. With sexy kittenish little licks that would drive a man to pure madness, she eased the sting. When I held up two fingers coated in our release, she sucked them into her mouth without hesitation.
The pupils of her eyes had expanded until the black covered her irises fully. There was no color, no glitter of gold, no honey or whiskey. When she fisted my cock, I gave into her demand. She positioned me and I thrust home. Her head arched back, a cry escaping her as I pounded into her from this angle.
“You feel so fucking good,” I told her, nipping her throat, laving little kisses to each tiny mark I left. Soon, I was going to bite down and so would Rhett. We would bite her, mark her, and knot her.
My cock swelled further, but I fought the urge to knot. It wasn’t always possible, but I’d mastered it a long time ago. When I knotted a woman, whether she was alpha, beta, or omega—she would be the one for me.
This was Wren. She was the one I’d been waiting for.
Taking her down to the bed, her legs stretching up until I had her calves against my shoulders, giving me the perfect angle to fill her over and over. I rocked my hips. She fisted my hair and kissed me. Or maybe I kissed her.
On some level, I was aware of Jay and Rhett moving, getting ready. This moment was to take the edge off, and I needed it. Needed her.
So did Wren.
“I want you so much,” Wren confessed in a half-sob. “Fuck me, Roan. Please…”
Another kiss to steal her breath and quiet that pleading. Over and over, I drove into that silken sheath, reveling in how her body rippled for me. When she clamped down in a fierce orgasm, I held off, then drove into her again as she began to float down.
My cock hurt from needing her, but I wanted her ready. All too soon, her heat rocketed up and she thrashed from my thrusts. They would hurt as much as they felt good. Snapping my head up, I looked at Rhett. His eyes were as feral and hot as my own.
“She’s ready.”
“Thank fuck,” Rhett said, his eyes as dark as hers. He was already reaching for her and I snarled. It came out before I could lock it down and Rhett went still, and watchful, even as Wren let out a little whimper.
“It’s alright,” Jay said, the rationality in his voice settling all of us and I threw him a grateful look. I pulled out of Wren and cupped her face when she tried to pull me back.
“Shh,” I whispered. “Hold on for me a little longer.”
As much as I said I wouldn’t command her, I did now. She needed comfort, and reassurance. At her nod, I rose and then lifted her. Rhett moved toward the center and between us, we lowered her down onto his angry, red, and standing fully erect cock, They both hissed out a breath.
Jay tossed me the lube and I used it and some of her slick to loosen her ass. Our little flame pushed back on my fingers as I worked her and Rhett gritted his teeth as she writhed on him. Her neediness rose though, pushing a volcanic force of desire to plume around us.
Inhaling the sharp spiciness of her scent, I put the blunt tip of my cock to that ring of muscle and gave in to her now. This was Wren—our Wren—and soon to be our omega. “Hard and fast, little flame?”
She tossed a look so full of gratitude and desire at me that it hit like a mallet. “Yes.”
It wasn’t her scent, her words, or even her expression that convinced me. It was the awareness in her eyes. I pushed into her, not giving her any relief until I was seated into her ass and I could feel Rhett through the thin skin separating us.
Our gazes locked as Wren began to keen. As one, we moved. We moved her between us as easily and cleanly as we would the puck, sailing over the ice. Wren moved with us, her hips rolling as she took Rhett to the hilt then back as she pulled me into her.
Her nipples were hard points that I could palm and tease as Rhett kissed her bitten lips, their hard gasps coming in unison. The ferocious intensity built and built. It wasn’t just an orgasm that was coming—it was everything.
My balls dragged up tight, the pain almost exquisite in its agony, and then the leash fell away as I bit down on her shoulder right at the juncture where it met her neck. Rhett bit her at the same time and her scream was a joyous thing that rang in my ears.
The feel of my knot ballooning was an ecstasy I’d never experienced. She writhed between us, moving like she either wanted to escape or pull us closer, utterly at the mercy of her body as we were ours.
