Ronan’s laugh is strained.
“She’s gonna make us all lose it before we even get a turn. Cap, you holding up?”
Archie doesn’t answer with words. He surges up, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss is heated, messy, tongues sliding and teeth nipping in the same rhythm our bodies have found. Imoan into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us, and the twins echo it, low grunts that tell me they’re stroking in time with my rolls. Their scents thicken, juniper crisp and oak warm, wrapping around Archie’s amber until the cabin smells like pack and sex and the specific victory of finally crossing every line we drew in the sand.
I break the kiss to gasp against his jaw. “Close. Archie, I’m so close.”
He grips my hips, guiding me now, helping me chase the peak. “Come on, Sage. Let me feel you. Come all over my cock while they watch. Show them how good you take your captain.”
The praise tips me over. Pleasure snaps tight, then explodes outward in pulsing waves. I cry out, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic spasms that milk every inch. Archie hisses, the sound sharp and desperate, and then he’s coming too, hot pulses flooding deep inside me as his hips jerk up once, twice, chasing the last of it.
Before his knot can swell and lock us, he lifts me off with a strength that still surprises me after weeks of watching him dominate center ice. Cool air rushes in where we were joined, and I whimper at the loss. But his hands are gentle, guiding me to straddle his thigh instead while his cock, still twitching and glistening, rests heavy against his stomach. The knot at the base is already beginning to bulge, angry red and demanding attention.
I don’t hesitate. My hands wrap around it, fingers massaging the swollen ring with firm, practiced strokes I learned from late-night conversations and curious research after the first time I felt it twitch against me in the dorm. Archie groans, head falling back, the sound raw with relief.
“Fuck, Wildcard. You’re too good at that.” His voice is wrecked, but there’s a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You just won this part of the bet. Hands down.”
I laugh, breathless and triumphant, still working his knot until the tension drains from his shoulders and his breathing evens out. The twins are watching, cocks still hard in their fists, amber eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and pride that makes my stomach flip in the best way.
Archie recovers faster than I expect. His hands find my thighs, lifting and spreading them wide so I’m open on his lap, back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees. My glistening pussy is on full display, slick and flushed from his release and my own climax. The cool cabin air kisses oversensitive skin, and I shiver.
“Twins,” he says, voice still rough but carrying that captain’s edge that brooks no argument. “Enjoy her glistening pussy first. Then her hot mouth. She earned the full treatment.”
Rowan moves first, dropping to his knees on the plush carpet between the benches with the same reckless grace he uses to crash the net on odd-man rushes. His hands slide up my spread thighs, thumbs brushing the crease where leg meets body, and he leans in. The first lick is broad and slow, tasting both of us, and my hips jerk against Archie’s hold.
Archie’s hands bracketed my ribs like steel bands, and the density of his hold made me feel both pinned and cherished—somehow both the specimen and the prize. The privacy glass was up; we were cocooned in the back of an electric Rolls, the hum so faint it barely registered under the thump of my own blood in my ears. Outside, city lights zipped by, but inside, the only illumination came from the subtle cabin LEDs and the shine in Rowan’s eyes as he knelt between my legs, gaze greedy and reverent at once.
“Easy, Wildcard,” Archie crooned, the tip of his nose pressed to the flush of my cheek. I felt the vibration of his voice down to the marrow, steady and grounding where everything else in me wanted to fly apart. “Let him worship you.” He drew a deepbreath, raking in the scent of my sweat, my sex, the twins’ rising heat. I felt it in his chest, felt it in the way his cock twitched against my ass even as he held me immobile, a physical anchor to my own accelerating arousal.
Rowan started by just looking. His gaze took in every slick, shaking inch of me, tongue flicking out in anticipation before he even touched. The first pass of it was featherlight, a slow sweep from base to tip, and the shock of it made my entire lower body shudder. The car’s leather seat creaked under the sudden tension in my thighs.
He was shameless, Rowan, and thorough. He licked with a kind of calculated artistry I usually only saw in his game tape reviews, tracing patterns that mapped out every nerve ending, every tremor of pleasure. Where most guys would’ve rushed it, eager for their own finish line, Rowan took his sweet time, alternating between languid laps and tight, focused circles around my clit. His hands slid up my legs, holding me open wider, and even though I’d just come apart on Archie’s cock, the slick heat inside me was already building again, a slow, inexorable crescendo.
Smoked oak and black pepper filled the small space, the scent of Rowan’s want so thick it felt like a pressure front against my skin. He didn’t even try to hide it; every groan he rumbled into my flesh vibrated upward, echoing in my belly and between my teeth. “So fucking sweet,” he growled, pausing only briefly from his work to suck hard at the puffy, oversensitive flesh he’d just licked raw. “Tastes like victory and cherry blossoms. Gonna make you come on my tongue before Ronan even gets a turn.”
The way he said it, like a fact of nature, made me clench around nothing. Rowan’s hands dug into my hips, pinning me down when I tried to writhe away from his mouth. My head lolled back against Archie’s shoulder, muscles gone ragdoll with need, and I made a sound I’d never heard from myselfbefore—half laugh, half sob. “Fucking hell, Rowan—” My hands scrabbled for purchase, catching on Archie’s forearm, his thigh, anything that could ground me against the rising tide.
Ronan, across the narrow gap, watched with an expression that was half hunger, half competitive glee. His hand moved slow and deliberate along his own length, thumb catching in the slit and gliding down with a sticky, obscene sound. “She’s already shaking,” he teased, but there was pride threaded through the mockery. “You gonna finish her off before I even get a taste?”
“She’s got more in her than that,” Archie said, a lazy confidence in his voice that didn’t quite match the taut line of his jaw. His fingers traced small, soothing circles just under my ribs. “She’s a grinder. Sets the bar, then breaks it every shift.”
Rowan grinned up at me, lips slick and eyes wild. “She can take two, maybe three more, easy. You in a hurry, Ronan?”
“Just appreciating the view,” Ronan said, and when his gaze met mine, something inside me spasmed—fear, daring, the old urge to prove that I was more than everyone’s first impression. That I could take it, and then some.
The rhythm of Rowan’s mouth changed, going ruthless. He focused all his attention on my clit, sucking it between his lips in tight, relentless pulses while two fingers slid deep, curling up to drag against the sensitive spot inside. I arched, crying out, the noise smothered by Archie’s palm as he clapped it over my mouth, shushing me with a hot, proud rumble. The world narrowed to the wet, obscene sounds of Rowan’s mouth, the suffocating sweetness of his scent, and the impossible coil building low in my belly. For a second, I thought I might black out. Instead, the wave hit.
I came so hard my vision white-flashed, every muscle locked and singing, and only the vise of Archie’s arms kept me from sliding off the bench into the footwell. I slumped forward,shaking, Rowan’s hands gentling as he slowed his tongue to a soft, coaxing flutter, drawing out the aftershocks until I was a limp puppet in Archie’s lap.
“Jesus fuck,” I muttered, voice muffled against his forearm. My whole body trembled, hollowed out and filled at the same time. I tried to catch my breath, but Ronan’s laughter punctured the haze.
“She’s still twitching,” he observed, stroking himself with a little more urgency now. “Think she can take more cock after this?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “Or is our Omega already spent from riding the captain?”
I moan, head falling back against Archie’s shoulder. Ronan strokes himself slower now, watching his brother devour me, juniper scent sharpening with anticipation.
“Challenge accepted,” I gasp, the words punching out between waves of pleasure. Rowan sucks my clit between his lips, two fingers sliding deep, and I shatter again, thighs trembling, release flooding his mouth while Archie holds me steady and whispers praise against my neck.
Rowan pulls back, lips shiny, grin feral.
