“More than.” I laugh weakly. “God, you weren’t kidding about filing things away.”
“I never kid about you.” He eases out slowly, lowering me to my feet with careful hands. His come drips down my thighs, hot like the rest of him. “Go check on Wes. I know you want to.”
I drift toward the couch, drawn by the sight of Wes looking so thoroughly undone. Gray has him cradled against his chest, but Wes’s eyes find mine when I approach—dark and hazy and still hungry despite everything.
“Hi,” he breathes.
“Hi yourself.” I settle on the edge of the couch, brush damp curls off his forehead. “You look wrecked.”
“Feel wrecked.” His mouth curves. “In the best way.”
Thane appears behind me. I feel him before I see him—that cool presence, the weight of centuries pressing against my spine. I turn to look at him and he’s looking at Wes with an expression I can’t quite read. Hunger. Recognition.Want.
“You fed well,” Thane says. Not a question.
“Stellan—” Wes starts.
“I know. I felt it through the loop.” Thane’s voice drops lower, intimate. “Every pulse. Every wave. Every time you crested. I felt your cock twitch. Felt your hole clench around him. Felt you break apart.”
Wes’s breath catches. So does mine.
Something shifts in the air between them.
I’ve watched them circle each other for four years. Two Feeders, two kinds of hunger, and me in the middle pretending not to notice the tension. They’ve shared me before—Thane drinking from my throat while Wes fucked me, Wes feeding on our connection while Thane made me come. But they’ve never touched each other.
Gray’s arms loosen around Wes, giving space. Stellan shifts back, giving room.
“What do you want?” Wes asks, and his voice has steadied now, something sharper underneath the haze.
Thane kneels beside the couch, silver eyes fixed on Wes like he’s the only thing in the room. “To stop wondering.”
My breath catches. God, hisvoice.
“Bree.” Wes’s eyes find mine. “Is this okay?”
“Are you kidding?” I manage. “I’ve imagined this probably a hundred times.”
Thane’s mouth twitches. “Only a hundred?”
“Shut up and kiss him.”
So he does.
It’s nothing like Thane’s kisses with me—controlled, deliberate, designed to take me apart. This is two predators finally dropping their guards, and it’ssavage. Thane’s hand fists in Wes’s hair, yanking his head back, and Wes growls into his mouth—actuallygrowls—and then they’re devouring each other. Teeth and tongue and four years of denied want pouring out at once.
“Holy shit,” Jace breathes from somewhere behind me.
Gray shifts, giving them more room, and his eyes are dark with something that isn’t jealousy.Pride, I realize. He’s proud of Wes for taking this. For claiming something he wanted.
When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing hard. Thane’s composure is cracked—not shattered, butcracked—and Wes looks like he’s been struck by lightning.
“Four years,” Thane says roughly. “I should have done that four years ago.”
Wes laughs, weak and wondering. “Yeah. You should have.”
Thane’s hand cups Wes’s jaw with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. His thumb traces Wes’s lower lip, swollen from the kiss.
“This isn’t finished,” Thane says quietly. “You know that.”
