“Then we’ll find out,” Thane said against my mouth, and kissed me again before I could answer.
They took their time with me.
Thane’s mouth moved from mine to my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, tracking downward with kisses and caresses that wound my heat into a frantic level, making me twist and arch under their attentions. Malric’s hands moved over my back, my waist, learning me from behind while Thane learned me from the front, and between them I was surrounded in a way that should have been overwhelming and instead felt like the first time in my life I had been completely held.
When Thane’s mouth reached my chest, I stopped thinking at all and sank into the feeling, thoughts scattering.
His hands cupped me, lifted my breast for his mouth, and I arched into it. Malric made a low sound at my neck, his hands tightening fractionally at my hips, and the combination of both of their attention simultaneously sent a rush of heat through me so sharp I gasped.
“There,” Thane said softly, and did it again.
“Please,” I said to no one in particular or both of them.
Malric’s hand moved from my hip, tracing slowly down my abdomen, and paused. “Yes?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
His fingers found me and I was embarrassingly, completely ready, slick and aching, and the sound that left me when he touched me was nothing I had ever made before. He stroked through my folds, learning what made my breath hitch and cry out. He paid particular attention to the sensitive nub at the apex, stroking it firmly and quickly. Thane licked and sucked my nipples, teasing me mercilessly until I shattered, my hands buried in the furs and crying out to the tower ceiling.
The first crest hit me before I’d finished processing the instruction.
It moved through me in a long, slow wave, nothing like the sharp urgency of the spikes—deeper, fuller, my whole body involved in it. My back pressed into Malric’s chest as it crested, and his arm came around my waist and held me through it while his hand kept moving, kept pace, drew it out until I was trembling and limp and breathing in pieces.
“Beautiful, Omega,” Malric said in my ear. “You’re gorgeous when you let go. But next time, ask permission to come.”
Thane pressed his mouth to the corner of my lips. “You’re stunning. I can’t wait to feel you come undone around my cock.”
I turned my face into his neck and flushed. “Sorry,” I said.
“Don’t apologize for that,” Malric said. “You’ll come many more times before your heat ends.”
They didn’t stop. Which was good because I needed something. I was empty, in a way I couldn’t really explain, but I sensed they knew what I needed.
Thane moved down the nest and settled between my knees with a wicked grin before he lowered his head and took a long, thorough lick through my folds, curling his tongue around the swollen bundle that begged for relief. I gasped and arched into him as his fingers spread me for better access. One, then two fingers delved inside, rubbing against a magic spot inside that made me cry out desperately for relief.
I buried my fingers in his thick hair, gripping and tugging until he grunted, holding him in place as he continued to enjoy me. Malric was behind me with his chest at my back and his hands at my hips, holding my thighs apart, steadying me as Thane’s tongue and fingers explored me thoroughly. My hips danced and Malric held me in place with a firm implacability that made the sensation sharper, more focused, more inescapable.
“Stay with me,” Malric said in my ear. “Look at me.”
I turned my head and he took my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth like Thane teased me lower. My body tensed, as if I were wound too tightly, about to explode. Then every nerve ending converged to a single point and fractured into a thousand pieces, my second orgasm coming harder than the first, loud and consuming, my voice cracking in a way I would have been embarrassed about if I had any strength left.
Thane worked me through the whole of it without stopping.
When I came back, I was flat on my back and breathing like I’d been running. Thane was moving up beside me and Malric was there, slowly stroking me, calming me. The heat had settled a bit, to a low simmer almost, patient, waiting for something that would actually ease it.
Malric was propped on one arm above me, his hair slightly disheveled, his composure stripped of all control, completely focused on me with pure emotion on his face, nothing like the cold calculation I had seen in previous days. He was fully present in the moment, with me, and I had no reason to doubt that he cared for me.
“I want you,” I said. They had been amazing, giving me what I needed, but there was more and I knew I would have to speak plainly to convince them that I was ready, that I truly wanted them.
His eyes darkened and he sucked in a breath. Thane chuckled from my other side. “She has no idea what she’s asking for.”
“Doesn’t matter. She needs it for her heat.” His voice was rough, and I shivered.
He settled over me and his weight felt delicious, hot and heavy, surrounding me in his scent. The omega in me recognized her alpha and wanted him closer. I looped my arms around his neck and tugged him down, nipping his lower lip until I tasted blood. He pulled my hands free and pinned them above my head.
“If anything?—”
“I know. I’ll tell you,” I said, licking the wound I made in his lip, the coppery taste of blood exciting my omega. “I trust you.”
