Ross moves around to my front, settling between my parted knees. He catches Oli’s hand, pulling the golden-haired Omega to lean across my thigh. Ross looks up at me.
Ross flashes a wicked smile. “Watch.”
I watch Ross lean forward to kiss Oli. Their lips meet right above me in a deep, desperate slide of mouths. They show me how much they love each other. They share a language written in touch; the Alpha adoring his Omega. Ross breaks the kiss, turning to me next with his blue eyes blown wide. He simply lowers his head, finding the center of my heat with his tongue.
I cry out, throwing my head back against Jethro’s chest. The sensation strikes like a lightning bolt. Ross wields his tongue like an expert, establishing a rhythm that sends my hips bucking against Jethro’s lap.
Jethro rumbles behind me. He cups my breasts, his thumbs mimicking the motion of Ross’s tongue. Caleb leans over my right side, finding the sensitive skin of my inner arm with his lips. The scent of dates turns dark and heavy around us.
Jethro issues a low command. “Oli, help her.”
Oli shifts closer to my head. His sage and honeysuckle scent provides a bright note in the heavy air. He uses his fingers to guide me, showing me how to touch Ross’s hair and lean into the pleasure. He kisses my neck. He avoids the old marks for now, laving the unbroken skin until I turn into a sobbing, shivering mess.
I reach for Ross, pulling him up. I need more. The pull aches in my bones, a primal demand refusing to be ignored. I want them inside me. I want the weight of them.
I gasp, digging my fingers into Ross’s shoulders. “Please. I need all of you.”
Ross grins, flashing beautiful teeth. He looks at Jethro and Caleb. “I think she’s ready.”
Caleb pushes his hair back, his expression turning intense. “Not yet. We need her completely open first.”
Caleb shifts me until I lie back in the nest, letting the pillows prop me up. Ross and Caleb take their places on either side of my legs, their hands exploring and their mouths following. Oli stays at my head, tangling his fingers with mine while offering a constant stream of encouragement. Jethro stands at the foot of the bed for a moment, shedding the last of his clothes. He never lets his eyes leave mine.
Heat builds in the room until it becomes unbearable, but I refuse to let it end. I want to live in this moment forever. I want to drown in the ginger, the dates, the smoke, and the golden light. I want to stay the center of this storm.
Jethro takes charge, commanding the space with his presence. He shifts the position.
He pulls me up with care, guiding me away from the pillows. He motions for Ross to take my place against the headboard. Ross settles back, bending his knees a fraction, his blue eyes tracking my every movement. Jethro places his large hands onmy hips and guides me down until I straddle Ross’s lap, leaving me facing the sharp-featured Alpha.
Ross grips my waist. His thumbs brush over my hip bones in a soothing rhythm. “I want you, Sandra. I want to be inside you. Only if you’re ready.”
I look down into his eyes, reading the raw honesty there. I nod, leaning my hands on his chest. “I’m ready. Please.”
Ross guides himself to my entrance. He doesn’t rush. He pushes forward an inch at a time, giving my body plenty of time to stretch and accommodate his thick length. A sharp gasp leaves my lips. I sink down, taking all of him. The thick knot at the base of his cock swells with his arousal, nudging hard against my wet opening. I relish the deep fullness stretching me from the inside out. The sharp spike of his ginger scent wraps around me, grounding me in the moment.
I drop my head onto Ross’s shoulder, panting in short breaths. Oli crowds in close on my left side, his jeans already discarded. The golden-haired Omega cups my cheek, pressing soft, encouraging kisses to my temple. His sage and honeysuckle scent provides a bright, calming note in the heavy air. He shifts closer, pressing his own hot, slick length against my bare thigh.
Behind me, Jethro moves in. The solid wall of his chest presses against my back. His thighs bracket mine. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding me secure and leaving my backside at the right angle for him.
Jethro leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “I want to claim every part of you, sweetheart. I want to fill you, but we take this at your pace. You tell me what you need.”
A shiver rolls down my spine. The overwhelming heat of two Alphas bracketing my body makes my head spin. “Yes. I want you both. Do it.”
Jethro reaches for the nightstand. He coats his fingers in a slick, warm oil before pressing a single finger against my back entrance, tracing the tight ring of muscle.
Jethro works one finger inside, moving with agonizing care. He adds a second, stretching the tight muscle to prepare me. Ross shifts his hold, sliding one hand between our bodies to find my clit. He strokes the sensitive nub until my hips buck against his lap. Ross groans, tightening his other hand on my hip to hold me steady while Jethro continues his slow, deliberate work.
Once Jethro feels my muscles yield, he removes his fingers. He pumps another generous dollop of warm oil into his palm, coating his own thick length from tip to base. He aligns himself against my back entrance.
Jethro presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Can I take you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the love radiating from them. “Take me, Jethro. Take all of me.”
He pushes forward. A tight pinch flares, followed by an immense, mind-bending stretch. I cry out, burying my face in Oli’s neck. Oli holds me tight, humming a soothing melody against my skin. Jethro sinks deeper, sliding in inch by slow inch until he bottoms out. The knot at the base of his shaft presses with blunt force against my tight ring of muscle, adding a heavy pressure to the exquisite stretch.
The sensation of holding them both leaves me speechless. I feel stretched to my absolute limit, filled with their heat, their strength, and their devotion. A profound sense of belonging washes over me.
Jethro sets the rhythm. He pulls his hips back and drives forward in a slow, grinding thrust. Ross meets the movement, thrusting upward into my core at the same moment. The dual friction sends a shockwave of pure pleasure straight to my clit.
