Ever since that moment in my room, his body pressed to mine, his hand teasing where I was already straining, something between us had shifted. Friendship, respect, and something sharper, more dangerous, balanced on a thin edge.
Ryker had always stood by me, loudly and without hesitation. He defended me against the whispers, the looks, and the people who considered me broken, wrong, or a freak. Long before Rowan, he had helped me feel seen instead of isolated. More like I belonged.
But he was chaos incarnate. Reckless, unfiltered, and everything I wasn’t. I lived by control and restraint, by rules and walls. Ryker laughed at them, challenged every boundary, and dared me to step outside myself. Some part of me, the part I keptlocked down tight, wanted to let down my guard around him. And even deeper, some part of me wanted more than friendship.
I didn’t know if he felt it too, or if I was reading too much into his easy touches and lazy smiles. He flirted with everyone. But sometimes, when his gaze held mine and the humor slipped, something heavier settled between us.
I felt it again as we walked down the hall toward our omega. Ryker glanced back, our eyes locking. For just a second, the noise fell away.
And the pull was undeniable.
We stopped in front of room seven, both of us hovering in the doorway. Rowan had hissed at Ryker like a feral cat earlier when he tried to enter without her invitation. The nesting room was an omega’s space, and alphas had to play by their rules.
In the low light, I saw Rowan curled up on the mattresses, buried beneath a mountain of blankets and pillows. Our scent must have announced our presence, jarring her from her light rest. She scented the air, eyes opening, sleepy at first, then sharpening as her attention fixed on us. Her pupils expanded.
She looked back and forth between us and released a desperately needy sound.
“Does that mean you want us to come into your nest and play with you, Kitten?” Ryker asked teasingly.
She nodded fast and eagerly.
“Use words, Pet. I enjoy hearing you vocalize what you want.”
“Please come into my nest,” she said through lowered lashes.
Ryker did not need to be told twice. He was already half naked by the time he reached her, tackling Rowan into the nest,kissing her neck and pawing at her heavy breasts. She moaned, making the same tortured, desperate sound as before.
I stalked forward, slowly removing my clothes as both of their attentions turned to me. In the low light, I could see pure hunger on their faces.
Ryker whispered into Rowan’s ear as my shirt came off. “Look at him. All abs and tattoos. He’s a mean, lean, wolf machine,” he said with a chuckle.
Rowan whimpered, clawing at Ryker, trying to pull his hands down her body to her cunt. Her eyes stayed on me, fixed on my hard knot. I had never seen our pet so lost in instinct before. Rowan always fought her omega urges, so it was beautiful to watch her let go like this.
"Shhh, we're both going to knot you, Kitten. Do you want that? Do you want both of us inside you, together?" Ryker murmured low in her ear.
That needy sound left her again, her head shaking up and down.
"Words, Pet. Let us hear you say it."
"Yes, please,please, please," she chanted, completely overcome by need.
"I call her ass, you can have her pussy," Ryker said, already collecting slick from her soaking core and using it to lubricate her tight back hole.
"That's fine. I want to watch her face when you split her virgin hole. It's going to hurt at first."
Rowan looked up at me, acknowledging my desire to watch her in pain, with bright blue eyes, soft swollen lips, and pure desire.
"You're fucking depraved; I love it." Ryker laughed.
I shrugged. They both knew what I needed, how I satiated my hunger. I didn't have to hide my unconventional desires from them. Rowan was made for me, made to fit my strange mold. And Ryker… maybe he was too.
"Wait!" Rowan called out, panting. She seemed to find clarity in the fog of heat for a moment. Sitting upright and glancing between Ryker and me.
"Yes, Pet?"
"I want something first. Before you both knot me. Ryker owes me a favor and he promised!" She choked out.
A knowing smile curled at the edges of my lips, as the image of Rowan's fantasy entered my mind, slipping across our bond.
