I want him.
Not instead. Also.
He does not move. The thread is wide open between us and he is holding the doorframe like the doorframe is the only thing keeping him in his own body.
"Thaw —" I choke out, my hips thrashing against Crull's hand. "Thaw, please."
"Crull," Thaw says. The alpha command cuts clean through the haze.
Crull rises over me. He is already hard against my hip and then he settles between my legs and lines himself up, and the head of him pressing into me is hot and blunt and so wide my body registers the girth of it before he even moves.
He drives forward in one long thrust.
He fills me. All the way. My vision goes white for three seconds as my body tries to hold the sheer mass of him. I bark out a cry, my hands flying up to grip his forearms, the dense scarred muscle locking under my fingers.
"Look at me," Crull rasps, his amber eyes pinned to mine. "Jen. Look."
I force my eyes open.
The brand on my wrist sings — heavy, blinding white light.
He begins to move.
Each thrust shakes my frame against the mattress. He lifts my hips higher, the wet heavy slap of his pelvis against mine echoing in the room. I am screaming, my fingers ripping at the sheets.
His pace tightens. His thrusts shorten. Whatever held him on a leash for weeks is off. He knows I am free and choosing him and that breaks his restraint.
Thaw is there before I drop. His hands find my shoulders, pinning my upper body to the bed. He bends down, his mouth catching mine, drinking my screams while his packmate takes me.
The dual sensation shorts out my brain.
My walls begin to seize around Crull. He feels the contraction and a sharp, guttural roar climbs out of his chest, his spine arching as his body locks. He gives three more massive lunges and then he holds, buried inside me, hot pulses spilling into my body. The brand at my wrist sears so bright I see it behind my eyelids.
He stays inside me through the after-pulses, the brand on my wrist still humming.
When he slides out, our eyes catch and I see the free Crull who cherishes me. As his heat leaves I feel an emptiness that is a cold ache.
Thaw moves in immediately. He catches my hips and pulls me toward him, his gold eyes glowing in the dim light.
He lines himself up where Crull just was. I am still slick and open and aching from it and he slides in slow, the whole way, no resistance.
He thrusts. Slow and heavy. The bond at my sternum is wide open under his palm and he is moving inside me.
"Jen," Thaw says, his pace finally quickening. "Look at me."
I look at him. His thumb presses against my clit and his deep thrusts feel like his body is deeper in mine than I have ever felt. His cock is hitting that spot inside that makes me clench. His growl vibrates his heavy member inside me.
He smiles and keeps going, watching my every response. He sees me start to go and slams into me faster, driving me higher as my orgasm crests.
Then his hips drive deep one more time and he locks — his whole body going still inside mine — and the bond at my sternum floods so hard I feel it in my fingertips. He spills hot into me and stays there, breathing, the brand under his palm and the brand under Crull's wrist on mine pulsing in the same rhythm.
He rolls us so I am splayed over him. He keeps his large hand anchored to my lower back, holding me in place. His fingers curve over my ass, reaching down and feeling where he is still buried in me. He stays inside me for a long time, his chest heaving against mine, the room slowly settling back into the quiet of the dark forest outside.
Nobody speaks.
The heat has burned down to embers.
What is left is warm.
