I blinked slowly as Roan fisted my hair and tugged my head back. The nudge of his blunt head pushing into me alongside Jay’s cock where he was still buried in my cunt sent another shock to my system.
“Yes?” Roan asked—no, Roan demanded. The heat in his eyes had gone from a gentle fire to a raging inferno. I couldn’t have said no even if I’d wanted too. I flicked a quick look to Jay who squeezed my hip to let me know he was on board.
“Ye—” I didn’t even finish the word before Roan pushed in and Jay and I were both gasping at the intensity of it. What came next was a series of hard, swift pumps as they stretched me past pain into a world where I writhed on pleasure. They were so damn hot and I was fuller than I’d ever been and yet they didn’t relent.
I heard their sharp shouts as they came, the brutal force so intense, I screamed. I was pretty sure I came twice in those moments before I blacked out utterly.
Fuck, we might need to burn this bed too.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
WREN
Jay looked better. Still pale, still moving gingerly, but the shadow that had haunted his face last night was gone. It was replaced by something softer, and—if I was being honest—by the smug curl of a man who’d woken up in the middle of a very pleasant tangle.
Not that I was complaining.
My body ached in all the ways that made me want to smirk into my coffee instead of limp to the shower. Roan’s handprint was still faint on my hip, a ghost of possession that somehow didn’t make me bristle the way it once might have. And Jay—damn him—had managed to make being injured look rakish, half-lidded and dangerous when he’d leaned in between us earlier that morning.
It was ridiculous how easily they both unraveled me. Worse, how easily I’d let them.
The kitchen smelled like coffee and something buttery, sunlight pooling across the counter where Rhett stood barefoot, shirt unbuttoned, looking every inch the chaos he was. His grin split wide when he caught sight of us.
“You could at least pretend,” he said, voice low and teasing, “that you didn’t enjoy yourselves without me there.”
Jay made a sound that might have been a laugh, though it came out rough. Roan only shook his head, calm as ever, reaching for a mug like Rhett hadn’t just accused us of debauchery.
I would’ve rolled my eyes if my legs didn’t still feel like jelly. “Maybe if you’d been in there, you’d be suffering too instead of ready to go for later.” The last slipped out of me, far dirtier than I intended but I found I didn’t mind it that much.
Rhett’s dimples flashed, wolfish. He was such a bad boy and so damn over the top with his comments. Not that I was complaining. Nope, not even a little.
“Suffer?” he scoffed on a laugh. “Sweetheart, that’s not what it sounded like, but I promise to be up to any other pleasuring you might need later.”
My face heated, traitorous thing that it was, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a blush. “Keep talking and I’ll make sure laterisalotlater.”
Roan’s quiet chuckle from behind me was almost worse than Rhett’s grin. It slid under my skin, steady and sure, like it always did, like heknewhow to disarm me without saying much at all.
Jay leaned his hip against the counter, eyes half-lidded, that faint, sharp smile tugging at his mouth. “Play nice, Wren. He’s just jealous.”
“Damn right I am,” Rhett said. “You all look far too pleased for my liking.”
“Maybe we’re just happy you’re awake before noon for once,” I shot back, reaching for the coffee pot. My hands were steady, my voice light, but under it all, something quiet and full had settled in me.
Peace.
It was strange, that word. Foreign. But I could feel it all the same, threading through the soreness, the laughter, the way theylooked at me like I wasn’t just an omega to be managed, but a person they wanted toknow.
Rhett swept a hand toward the counter, where takeout containers were lined up like a feast. “Before anyone complains, yes, I went out. Got the good stuff—croissants, eggs, fruit. Don’t say I never do anything for this pack.”
This pack. That phrase hit hard. Were we becoming a pack? Was that what we were building? Even as I tried to process the words, I tucked them away. If I focused on them too hard, it could disrupt the warm serenity of the moment. I wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
Jay eyed the spread, then reached for his mug.
“No coffee,” I said quickly, catching his wrist before he could take a sip.
