"Floor," Juno ordered. "Rowan, on your back. Mateo, behind me."
I didn't argue with the logistics. I just moved from the couch down to the dusty rug. The wool scratched my back, but I didn't care.
Juno crawled over me. He fit himself against my hips, my legs framing his waist. He looked down at me, his hair wild, his chest heaving. He looked like a fallen angel who had decided to enjoy the fall.
"I need to be inside you," Juno whispered. "I need the circuit closed."
He lowered himself, grinding against me, coating both of us in fluid, not that we needed it.
He pushed into me with one sharp thrust of his hips. He was hot, ridged, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me. He filled me in a way that felt terrifyingly intimate.
Then Mateo moved in behind him.
I watched Juno’s face as Mateo entered him.
Juno’s eyes rolled back in his head. His mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as Mateo, who was significantly larger than Stephen, forced his way in.
"Jesus," Juno choked out, bracing his hands on the floor so he didn't crush me. "Mateo. Heavy."
"I've got you," Mateo growled, gripping Juno’s waist with hands that spanned almost the entire distance.
Mateo began to thrust.
The force of it transferred through Juno and into me. Every time Mateo slammed into Juno, Juno was driven deeper into me. We were a chain of sensation, linked by friction and sweat.
Juno found his rhythm. He started to ride me, grinding his hips, meeting Mateo’s thrusts with a counter-movement that was pure, fluid instinct.
"Look at her," Mateo ordered Juno, his voice a low bark. "Look at Rowan."
Juno looked down at me. His face was a mask of ecstasy. Sweat dripped from his nose onto my lips. I licked it away. It tasted salty and sweet.
"You're taking us both," Juno groaned, thrusting into me. "Technically."
"I'm taking you," I gasped, reaching up to grip his arms. "Just you."
Stephen appeared in my peripheral vision. He wasn't done. He knelt beside us, the strategist finding the gap in the formation.
"You're neglecting the asset," Stephen murmured to Juno.
Stephen reached down. One hand found Juno’s nipple, pinching it hard, making Juno hiss and buck. The other hand slid between our bodies, finding my clit.
"Oh," I breathed, my hips jerking up.
"Stay with him," Stephen commanded, circling my clit with slippery, precise fingers. "Come for him, Rowan."
It was sensory overload. Mateo was pounding into Juno with the force of a pile driver. Juno was fucking me with desperate, needy thrusts. And Stephen was playing me like an instrument, finding the exact pressure point that short-circuited my brain.
"I'm close," I sobbed, thrashing my head against the rug. "Juno!"
"Come on my cock," Juno panted, sweating pouring off him. "With me. Come with me."
Mateo roared. "Locking!"
He knotted.
The sudden expansion inside Juno made him arch his back violently. The pressure forced him down, driving him as deep into me as physically possible.
Juno cried out, his body seizing in the grip of the Alpha knot. The intensity triggered him instantly.
