Just my need.
Thaw goes still.
He has waited a long time to be wanted by his mate with nothing standing between her and the choice.
"Then we go slow," he says.
"Free people can choose to go slow."
Across the bed, something in Crull settles.
The tension I've felt in him for weeks eases out of his shoulders. Out of his jaw. He closes his eyes for a second.
They come to me from both sides.
Thaw first. His mouth finds mine and it is deep and hot and instantly consuming, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his fingers gripping the back of my neck to tilt my head. His hand spreads wide between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest flat against his.
I am already shivering. My hands knot into the front of his shirt. The ache between my thighs sharpens into a scream. My nipples are painfully hard against the sweatshirt and every touch feels like a spark.
On my other side, Crull does not wait.
His massive hand slides under the hem of the sweatshirt, calloused palm scraping over my stomach. The heat of him is staggering. When his fingers slide down to cup my hip, his thumb digs into my waist, anchoring me.
"Jen," Crull rumbles against my ear, a low vibration that rattles through my teeth.
He leans down, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. His teeth graze my skin — not breaking it, just pressing hard enough to leave a deep, possessive mark right over my pulse. I cry out into Thaw's mouth, my hips twitching against the mattress.
The air in the dark room is changing. Thick. Heavy.
And past them, in the doorway, the scent is striking Harek.
I can see him over Thaw's shoulder. His bright green eyes are completely blown out, the pupils swallowing the color until they are nearly black. His chest is heaving. His nostrils flare as he drinks in the scent of my arousal filling the small room. His hand is clamped onto the wooden doorframe, his knuckles white, his whole body vibrating with a restraint that looks like physical agony.
The thread under my ribs yanks hard—raw, and desperate.
He doesn't move.
"Look at him, Jen," Thaw says, his mouth leaving mine to trail down my jaw. His hand slides down my belly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of the sweatpants. "Let him see what you want."
Thaw pulls. The sweatpants and underwear go down together in one smooth motion, leaving me bare from the waist down in the center of the bed.
He parts my knees. The sheer mass of him spreads my legs wide and pins my knees down, and I am open and slick and dripping with need.
Thaw makes a sound.
He drops between my open thighs.
His face buries into my core. He inhales deeply, his hot breath scalding my sensitive skin, and then his tongue hits my center.
My body arches off the mattress.
He tastes me with long, heavy strokes, his tongue rough, driving into my wetness. I scream, my fingers clawing at the sheets. He is not gentle. He is devouring me, sucking hard on my clit until I am sobbing.
Crull moves in from behind me. His huge, scarred torso looms over me, his breath ragged. He grabs a knee and slides his large hand in from the side, replacing Thaw's mouth, and he drives two thick digits straight inside me.
He is too big. The stretch is a tight burning fullness and my hips buck frantically against his hand. He pumps inside me, hard and fast, finding the spot that makes my toes curl, while Thaw's mouth goes right back to my clit, sucking until I am wrecked and thin and sobbing his name.
In the doorway, Harek makes a sound. A low, broken growl climbs out of his chest.
