His breath hitched. “Not yet,” he growled. “I go first.”
I didn’t argue.
I couldn’t.
He was inside me before I could take another breath, filling me in one smooth, deep thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I cried out, my back arching, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. He was stretching me in a way that bordered on pain, but the way he moved, slow and deep and worshipful, turned the ache into something sacred.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I forced my eyes open.
Juno was above me, his golden-brown curls falling into his eyes, his lips parted, his expression raw with something that looked suspiciously like love. His hips rolled, each thrust measured, deliberate, like he was memorizing the way my body responded to his.
“You’re ours,” he whispered.
The words hit me in a way I didn't expect and I came with a broken cry, my body clenching around him, my vision whitingout at the edges. Juno followed with a groan, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath hot against my skin.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the way his heart hammered against my chest.
“My turn.”
Stephen’s voice was a blade, sharp and precise. He took Juno's place in one fluid movement, his hands gripping my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with a strength that made me gasp.
I barely had time to brace myself before he was inside me, deeper than Juno, thicker, the stretch burning in the best possible way. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make my back arch, to make mefeelthe way he moved, hard, relentless, each thrust punishing in its perfection.
“You were brilliant today,” he growled, his lips against my ear. “But you’re mine now.”
I could only moan in response, my body still trembling from the first orgasm, my nerves alight with the friction of him. His free hand slid beneath me, his fingers finding my clit, circling with a precision that made my toes curl. I was still so sensitive from my first orgasm that I knew it wouldn't take much to have another.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I did. My body was eager to obey him even though he hadn't used an Alpha command.
It ripped through me like a storm, my body locking around him, my cry muffled against the sofa. Stephen followed with a groan, his teeth sinking into the curve of my shoulder, almost marking me officially but pulling back at the last second.
A second after Stephen withdrew, Mateo’s hands closed around my ankles, dragging me back, flipping me onto my back again. His eyes were black with need, his jaw set, the scar through his eyebrow stark against his flushed skin.
“My turn,” he rumbled.
And then he was on me.
There was no finesse. No slow build. Mateo fucked me the way he did everything, with a raw, overwhelming force that left no room for doubt. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his body caging mine, his cock driving into me with a rhythm that stole my breath.
I loved it.
I loved the way hetook, the way his teeth scraped over the tender skin on my neck like he couldn't wait to mark me, the way his scent, cedar and rain andmine,wrapped around me, drowning out everything else.
“Harder,” I gasped.
He obeyed.
The sofa creaked beneath us, the frame groaning under the force of his thrusts. I could feel Juno’s eyes on us, Stephen’s hand on my thigh, the way they were bothwatching, their own arousal thick in the air.
Mateo’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit, pressing hard enough to make me see stars.
“Come,” he demanded.
I shattered.
