“Protection—”
“Birth control,” she cuts in, then whines, “Raw. Please.”
Luc murmurs something strained in Spanish. “I’m clean,” he manages to grit out. “So’s Val. We good?”
“Keep me on the phone, Luc. I can bark if needed—”
Syl suddenly slides his tablet under my nose, and I nearly have a stroke.
It’s live footage from the office, showing Luc and Revea. He’s sat in her chair, and she’s straddling him, her nose against his throat, hands in his hair.
“Revea, Syl has a link to your office CCTV. If you want, we can...” I swallow. “Watch.”
She moans so loud I swear I almost come. “Yes, alphas, watch,pleaseee.”
I don’t know how Luc hasn’t finished already because we watch her slowly grind over him, hearing his pitiful moan that I know he can’t hold back.
“Kaiden… are we good?” he pants, tapping the phone on speaker and chucking it onto the desk.
Then Val steps into the shot.
“What the fuck…” he murmurs from a distance, striding up to Luc and Revea.
She twists at his approach, eyes locked on him. “Alpha,” she whines, still grinding over Luc.
Val freezes in place.
“Heat spike,” I say.
In the footage, Val’s jaw cuts sharp. “Protocol?” he asks, hardly legible through the grit coating his words.
“Noknots,” I almost growl the order.
Revea can have any of my men in any order, but when it comes to knotting—ifshe can take it—I’ll be her first.
“Syl and I will monitor. We’ll make sure you don’t tip into rut. I’ll bark if necessary.” The orders come out rushed, because I know they’re both waiting. Both desperate.
And so am I.
“She’s yours.”
I’ve never seen Val and Luc move so fast.
Luc stands with her in his arms, devouring her mouth hard and fast; Val’s behind, pulling off her dress in one go, running his tongue along her throat in one long lick.
My cock twitches.
When you’re on an army base, you get used to the fact that there’s always someone masturbating in a bunk near you. Most times, it’s obvious, but we all pretend it’s not happening.
Which is why when I’m unbuckling my pants and slipping my hand inside, Sylvan doesn’t say a word, and the clinking beside me confirms we’ve both made the same decision. There’s no way we’re not going to come, and if we’re going to share Revea during her heat, we’ve got to get used to seeing and hearing the things we used to pretend weren’t happening in the night.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Revea
I’m naked, but my alphas aren’t.
“Clothes,” I whine before it’s cut off by someone’s lips, then my head’s turned, and there’s a new taste in my mouth, turned again, and there’s teeth nipping my lip. I moan, leaning into it.
