"Jake," I manage.
He pulls back to look at me. Dark eyes. Present.
Leo pulls out and Jake pushes inside me. Leo works himself back in and the fullness is immediate and overwhelming, both of them, and I make a sound that has no dignity whatsoever and I don't care at all.
"There she is," Leo says against my ear. Warm. Satisfied.
Jake goes completely still for one breath. His hands grip my hips. His forehead drops to mine. Both of us feeling the bond — amplifying everything, his and mine and Leo's.
Then he moves.
His rhythm builds and Leo matches it and I stop thinking about anything that isn't this — a hand working my clit while Jake drives deeper, Jake's mouth on my throat while Leo's hands hold me exactly where they want me, the bond so loud between all three of us that I can feel what they're feeling and they can feel what I'm feeling and the feedback loop of it is catastrophic in the best possible way.
Leo and I come hard and I yell both their names, my whole body shaking. Jake follows us over a minute later with his face buried in my neck and the least guarded sound I've ever heard from him.
Alex.
Rough and real and wrecked.
***
We tangle on my bed.
Jake on his back, staring at the ceiling. Leo beside me, his thumb tracing slow circles on my hip, already half-asleep.
"You okay?" I ask Jake.
He doesn't answer immediately.
"Didn't know it would feel like that," he says. Quietly. To the ceiling.
"Good or bad?"
A long pause. "So intense."
I wait.
"So good," he says finally. Like it surprised him.
Leo makes a small sound that is almost certainly satisfaction. Jake looks at him. Leo's eyes are closed. Jake looks back at the ceiling.
The room is warm and quiet and the bond is settled — all four arcs, steady, a chord that's fuller than it was an hour ago.
***
Leo waits until the door closes.
"Four," he says.
He opens his eyes fully and looks at the ceiling. "Jim next."
"How do you always know."
He turns his head. "Because I pay attention," he says. "Someone has to."
I press my face into his shoulder and think about the pack taking shape — person by person, arc by arc.
Chapter eleven
