In one fluid motion, she turned in the nest, set her hands flat in the furs, and positioned herself on her knees with her back to me. The fur slipped from her shoulders. She looked back over her shoulder with an expression that had shed every last remnant of patience.
“Take advantage—both of you. You’ve been very careful so far. Let’s end this now,” she said. “Bite me, Alpha. Both of you. I choose you both.”
The room was silent.
Thane groaned and glanced at me, waiting for permission.
I looked at her—the line of her spine, the curve of her ass, the absolute certainty in her expression—and every careful argument I’d been constructing dissolved with the raw need of my alpha demanding that I make her mine. Immediately.
I reached out and took her hip.
She exhaled, a small sound of satisfaction, and turned to face forward, her head dropping on a sigh.
My other hand found the curve of her waist, and I pulled her back against me and heard her breath catch. The heat that had been eased for the past few hours answered the contact immediately, her scent shifting, the sweetness of her rising in the nest. She pressed back, and I tightened my grip to slow her down because I was not rushing this.
“Thane,” I said.
He was already moving, coming around to the front of the nest, and he looked at me once with an expression that had nothing complicated in it anymore. Just want and need, and the warmth he brought to everything she was part of.
He settled in front of her, and her hands went to him immediately, reaching, and he caught her face and kissed her while I pressed my mouth to the back of her neck.
She shivered.
I took my time deciding where I wanted my mark. Somewhere everyone could see it, know my claim over this omega. Every alpha had their own ideas, but the traditional spot was where the neck met the shoulder. My hands moved over her, relearning her body after the brief window of the break, and she pushed back against me, rubbing her ass against my cock with increasing insistence.
“Malric,” she said, breaking from Thane’s mouth.
I slapped her ass with a loud crack and she moaned. “Settle down, Omega. I know what you need.”
She glared at me over her shoulder. “Then get on with it.”
Thane and I laughed. This omega was feisty and I loved it.
I guided her forward slightly, adjusting the angle, and she understood and shifted her weight to her forearms in the furs. Thane moved with her, kneeling in front of her now. He buried his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth to his cock. She sucked him down, slurping over him eagerly, and he made a low groan as she worked him.
I steadied her with my hands on her hips, my cock sliding through her folds, then I slid forward with one thrust, burying myself completely in her heat. She gave a low cry, garbled by Thane’s cock, and arched back to meet me.
I set my hands at her hips and held on and gave us both a moment. She wiggled her hips, tightening her pussy around my cock, and gave a growl. I slapped her ass again.
“I set the rules, Omega, not you.”
But I moved. Slow at first, deliberate, feeling her adjust and settle into it, watching the line of her spine and the small sounds she made and all the signals I’d spent three days learning to read. She was forward over her forearms, her hair falling around her face. Thane was in front of her and she was taking her time with him in a way that made him grip the nest wall with one hand and put the other gently in her hair.
“Gods,” he said, his head dropping back. “She’s too fucking good at this.”
His satisfaction surged through our bond. I was ready to feel her alongside him.
I found a rhythm, and she matched it, her body fluid and responsive, the heat making everything more immediate and more consuming than anything I could have imagined. She was not passive but a willing and active participant, giving as much pleasure while taking what she wanted. She moved with deliberate participation, adjusting angles, communicating through the language of her body with complete clarity, and I followed her lead as much as she followed mine.
Her sounds changed after a few minutes. Shorter, sharper, and she pushed back against me harder, indicating her orgasm was coming soon.
I pulled her hips flush against me and the sound she made at that went through me like voltage. One hand moved from her hip to the front of her, finding the point of concentration, and she made a fractured sound and Thane’s hand tightened in her hair.
I worked her toward the edge and kept her there, that deliberate space just before her climax. I eyed Thane, and he pulled out—his cock hard and shiny—so I could lift her, her thighs spread around mine, her back to my front. Thane lay on the furs and found her clit with his tongue, and she shrieked, her body going wild.
“Don’t—I need?—”
“I know what you need.” I pressed my mouth to the back of her neck, moving forward toward her shoulder. “Be my mate, Aveline.”
