Then, he did something that Johnny would never forget so long as he lived. Taylor dropped his hips and pressed forwards so their knotsrubbedtogether.
“F-fuck,” Johnny stuttered, snatching Taylor’s earlobe between his teeth. Taylor gripped his arm and thrust a little harder, rubbing his knot over Johnny’s again and creating the most exquisite friction. With every roll of Taylor’s hips it sent pulses of pleasure through Johnny’s body, and soon he was tipping his head forwards and panting into Taylor’s neck
Taylor let go of the headboard, crumpling over him with his mouth in his hair. He held Johnny’s throat, digging a thumb into his mandible and forcing his mouth open.
He was all consuming. Big, powerful and bright in every sense of the word. His freckled skin rippling over his shoulders,the dim light casting shadows across his chest and catching around his nipples.
If this was what it felt like to be fucked by Taylor Campbell, then Johnny would lay himself down on the altar of desire, spread his legs and beg to be sated.
The room filled with the sounds and scent of sex, all three of them grunting and growling like they were out in the woods fucking as wolves. But all Johnny could see and hear andfeelwas Taylor.
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor—that was what his heart was saying. What his wolf demanded. What he’d wanted from the moment they’d met, and perhaps that was easier to admit in the dark, where they were just bodies rutting and fucking, and Johnny could pretend that when the lights came on he wouldn’t go back to feeling like a piece of shit again.
“Stop thinking,” Taylor growled before shoving Johnny’s head back against the headboard and smashing their mouths together.
Their fangs clattered, nipping and tearing at each other’s lips with about as much nuance as two freight trains derailing one another. But it didn’t matter. Taylor’s tongue was in his mouth, pushing in deep and demanding answers to questions that Johnny would provide in a heartbeat.
They were panting, grabbing, scratching, both of Taylor’s hands in his hair as Johnny’s whole body tensed and he came with such force it sent a shuddering pulse through his spine. It ricocheted through his legs, through his feet and seemingly straight into Taylor, who yanked Johnny’s chin up and bit him just beneath his Adam’s apple.
Taylor’s cock bucked, his knot throbbing, and Johnny could feel him filling the condom within a few spurts.
It was euphoria—white hot and red raw.
Then, the moment came crashing down as he remembered that shit,shitthere was still an omega between them who was probably telling them to stop, or dead, or unconscious but neither of them had noticed.
Johnny snapped his head up, shoving Taylor back as Theo emerged, red cheeked and covered in come.
“Oh my God,” Theo said, voice husky. “I think I stopped breathing for a sec.”
“Shit, are you okay?” Taylor said, pushing his hair out of his face. “Did I hurt you?”
Theo laughed, folding onto Johnny’s chest. “Not hurt. No. Not hurt.”
Taylor ran a hand up Theo’s back, pressing it between his shoulder blades as though checking he was actually breathing. “Are you sure? Do I need to call an ambulance?”
Theo laughed again, this time with barely any energy behind it. “No. I’m all good. Aaall good. But I don’t think I’ll be inviting you guys back for round two.”
Taylor gasped, rolling his hips and carefully pulling out. Johnny mourned the loss of contact, but still ran his fingers through Theo’s hair.
“No offence,” Theo continued, wiping his mouth across Johnny’s shoulder. “It felt amazing, but I don’t think there’s enough space between you for anyone else.”
CHAPTER 13
DRIVE THROUGH
Taylor
Shiiiiiit.They’d almost killed him.
Suffocated him.
Manslaughter through threesome. Squashed between two alphas who got a bit too fucking into it and forgot that he was there.
Sure, Taylor sometimes forgot that objects existed if they weren’t in his immediate line of sight. But. Not. Fucking. People.
It was a new low for Taylor, and more fucking proof that he should never be allowed to have nice things.
Lying on his back, naked, amongst the piles of blankets, he stared up at the ceiling. He had an arm slung behind his head, doing his absolute best to look casual and not like he’d almost just fucking killed a man. The omega in question was plastered against his chest, eyes closed but fluttering every now and again.
