Jack grunted again, his eyes fixed on the back of Arden’s neck. Arden pressed his forehead into the mattress, arching up slightly. Unconsciously begging for Jack’s grip.
“Keep it easy,” Beckett said.
Shaking with the effort it was taking him not to slam in as he would if he had a growling, mastered alpha beneath him, like he’d done to Beckett often enough, though that had beenbetween Beckett’s thighs or his cheeks and not in his hole, Jack pushed forward, and in, and in, and…
“Ahhhhh,” Jack said, the decadent moan lifting all the hairs on Beckett’s arms. And, he noticed with amusement, Arden’s.
Jack glanced at Beckett as if to say,Can you believe this?
Beckett nodded, and turned Arden’s face back to his. He made a soft, comforting sound, and thumbed the glittering moisture from his lashes. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” Arden said. “Oh, please, please.”
Jack drew his hips back and rolled gently forward.
Beckett smiled at the noise the pair of them made.
Jack curled over Arden and covered him again, sliding his knees wider to give him leverage to rock in and out. He caught Arden’s hands and pulled them straight over his head. He was much too tall to be able to bite the back of Arden’s neck and grip him while they fucked, but he hunched down and gave it a quick nip before he got to business.
He held Arden’s wrists to the mattress and he moved over him. Slow and easy soon turned bossy and demanding, and Arden’s quiet, pleased moans turned into loud gasps.
When the loud gasps became shocked little pants as the pace of Jack’s thrusts picked up, Beckett murmured Jack’s name and settled a hand on his bunching thigh.
Jack slowed it down, face tight with concentration and wonder.
Had this powerful, control-hungry alpha ever had to temper himself for anyone else’s pleasure, Beckett wondered? He let his hand fall away.
“Beckett,” Jack said, his voice a dark rasp. “Uhn.” He was picking up speed again, pressing Arden hard into the mattress. Arden’s pants began to sound a little panicked. Jack slowed with visible effort for a few gliding thrusts, but a few only before he picked up again.
Beckett slid closer to Arden. “You all right, pet?” he whispered.
“Mmmm. Mm-hmmm. It’s…it’s…oh. It’s good. I…” Arden twisted his head to look at Beckett. His lids fluttered and he gasped as he came. He kept his eyes squeezed shut.
“Too much?” Beckett asked sympathetically, waving a hand sharply at Jack, who didn’t stop fucking but did manage to slow down again with an agonised moan.
“N-no?”
Thatmade Jack stop. His big arms either side of Arden’s head bunched and he leaned down, kissed the rosy tip of Arden’s ear. “Did you come for me, sweetheart?” he asked. His voice was soft and warm. His eyes were wild.
Gods, Beckett was glad that Arden couldn’t see his face right now. He’d run, not in a playful way, and they’d be in real trouble.
“Yes,” Arden said.
“So perfect for me,” Jack said.
“Really?” Arden could hardly get the word out. He squirmed under Jack, and squeaked when it caused Jack to lose control and thrust into him hard a few times.
Beckett grabbed Jack’s bunching arse cheek to stop him sofuckinghard Jack would have bruises in the thick muscle tomorrow.
The damp, hot skin shivered under his touch.
Beckett bit his lip. Gods.
“Are you sore?” Jack asked. Again, Beckett marvelled at how calm his voice was.
“Um. A little, perhaps? But I want you to…you haven’t yet, have you?”
“No, not yet.”
