“I’m here.”
Malric’s hands slid to her hips from behind and he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck. She shivered, her eyes going hazy and unfocused. He caught my gaze over her shoulder. Something passed between us—the wordless communication we’d developed over the years, recalibrated for three people, and I understood what he was doing.
He was giving her to me.
Not a transaction. Not a concession. He was reading the situation with the precision he brought to everything and he understood, without me having to say it, what I needed, what she needed, and that right now they were the same thing.
I cupped the back of her head and tilted her head for my kiss, and she eagerly met me, the heat making her body willing. I kissed my way down her throat, licking and sucking along a path straight for her breasts, already decorated with love bites from Malric. I had held them and teased them earlier, but hadn’t had a chance to properly taste them as I had been dying to. Her fingers threaded through my hair, not pushing, just resting, the nails pricking my scalp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Omega,” I said.
Malric moved against her back, his hands sliding to her thighs from behind, and she arched slightly at the contact. Malric draped her thighs over his legs and spread her open, offering her to me. He ran his fingers through her swollen andglistening pussy, her slick dripping all over his hand, soaking her thighs. Her breathing was coming faster, hitching every so often and interspersed with pleading cries.
“Please,” she begged. Not to either of us specifically. To both.
I moved lower.
Her hips came up immediately, and I held them down with my forearm, gentle but firm, and she made a frustrated sound.
“Thane.” Her head was moving from side to side.
“I know,” I said against her stomach. “You have such a pretty pussy, Omega. I want to worship it a little before we get to the main event. Can you be good for me?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl.” I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. “Stay with me.”
She moaned and arched into me.
I took my time on the inside of her thigh while Malric worked upward from behind, his hands at her waist, her ribs, his mouth at the back of her neck. Between us, she was completely surrounded by warmth and attention—the only thing in this room that mattered.
When I finally put my mouth where she needed it, she stopped making controlled sounds entirely.
I knew her by now. I knew what made her hips move, what made her hands tighten in my hair, and what made her breath go high and urgent. I used all of it, patient and deliberate, while Malric held her and spoke low in her ear, and the sounds she made pushed me higher.
She came apart the first time with her back pressed into Malric’s chest and her hands gripping whatever was closest. I stayed with her through it and brought her back toward the edge before she’d finished coming down. The sound she made at that—frustrated and wanting and entirely beyond self-consciousness—was the best thing I’d heard in recent memory.
“Now,” she said. “Thane, now?—”
I moved up the nest, as she was already reaching for me. I settled between her thighs and looked at her once, her face flushed and her eyes dark and completely certain, and she pulled at me with both hands. Malric grabbed her hands, gently caging them in his.
I went still, braced above her, my cock almost scalded by the heat of her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she said immediately, frantically trying to rub against me, to tempt me to plunge deep where she needed me.
Keeping my eyes on her, I slid in, feeling her pussy clench around me. The warmth of her slick easing my way inside. Her eyes widened then went hazy as I pushed all the way in, slowly, steadily, until I was fully seated. She felt like home, a place I hadn’t been in more years than I could say, and I dropped my forehead to hers and breathed.
“Good?” I managed.
“More,” she demanded.
Malric shifted against her back and his hands found her swollen flesh from behind, and she cried out sharply. His fingers brushed against me as he worked her clit, and I thrust, finding a rhythm that she moved with. Her hands gripping my shoulders, my hips finding the angle that made her breath break on every other stroke. Malric’s hands worked between us, and she tightened around me in response and my control went several steps thinner.
“Thane.” His voice low.
“I know,” I said through my teeth.
“She’s close. Knot her.”
