His heat leaves my back, suggesting he’s returned to the bed. But I don’t hear him. Nor do I check to see where he is. I’m too busy watching Lazarus unleash his brutality on Johan.
I shouldn’t be turned on by this. I should be appalled. And I certainly shouldn’t wish I were Johan right now.
Yet I do.
I’m absolutely fantasizing about being beneath Lazarus as he destroys me in every way imaginable.
I’m broken. Messed up. Utterly insane.
This… this is going to feature in my dreams going forward. Every night. And I’ll never be able to stop it.
That knowledge is only solidified as Lazarus looks right at me, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity as he growls my name. “Aurora.”
And then he stops moving.
For a moment, I hold my breath, wondering if he’s about to come get me. But his snarl shatters that expectation as his body begins to convulse.
He’s coming.
Johan’s hands move, one going to Lazarus’s knot, like he’s trying to prevent the alpha from lodging it deep in his throat.
Can that even happen?I wonder dizzily.Wouldn’t he die?
Except now I’m wondering if I could handle something like that during a heat.
Definitely broken,I think, echoing my thought from seconds ago.
Johan slams one palm against Lazarus’s back, resulting in a snarl from the man on top, but he rolls off of him in a pant of sound, his hand reaching down to take over the motions against his cock.
I swallow as Lazarus meets my gaze again, his hand moving as strands of ecstasy leave his massive head. I have no idea how Johan took that into his mouth. There is no way I am going to ever be able to do that.
Nor will I ever be able to handle that much cum.
Because he’s still going, making a mess of his stomach as he unleashes his pleasure.
All while staring me down.
With a hunger that has my thighs quivering.
Johan grabs the shirt from him and spits into it, the liquid abundant and fragrant.Alpha seed.
It’s everywhere in the cabin now.
Highlighted by their scents.
Driving my inner omega mad.
I’m mere weeks away from my next heat. But if they continue this, I’m going to end up falling into my estrus faster than expected.
By the time Lazarus is finished coming, I’m no longer caring about the mess between my own thighs.
He knows what he’s doing.
Johan, too.
They’re torturing me. Overwhelming me with their natural colognes. Seducing me with their growls.
And now looking at me with feral intent in their gazes.
