The sounds of my wet moans and whimpers were interspersed by grunts and growls and the lewd slapping of flesh as these two Alphas fucked me, used me, undid me.
It didn’t take long. Pleasure rippled through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, which curled as electricity shot through me. I cried out, my body jerking between them. My orgasm burst from me, completely untouched, until I was twitching from the release of it.
Adam growled. He pulled back at the same time hot cum splattered my lips and chin, painting me white. Panting, I met his gaze and licked my lips clean.
“Fuuuck,” he uttered, his chest heaving.
The grip on my hips tightened, and so did Tank’s tempo—and then he was knotting me, filling me up, heat spreading inside of me as he came, and I felt so filthy, but it was amazing.
We collapsed on the bed in a heap, breathing hard. Such a wild, nearly feral fuck. My muscles still twitching with aftershocks, pleasure lapping at me like a wave against the shoreline.
“God, that was fucking hot,” Tank murmured, stroking my back. “Bet you feel even better double-stuffed.”
Echoes of memories flitted through my mind’s eye, of taking Noel and Adam’s cocks at the same time, of being split in two by the massive Alphas and pumped full of cum.
I whimpered softly and lifted my head. “Can we?”
“Not tonight, sadly,” Tank said. “I got places to be, but thanks for the ride, kitty cat.” He slowly pulled his softening cock free and I moaned again, feeling the hot gush of cum and lube as he left me empty. I clenched my hole, trying to keep it in. God, I really was a slut.
He leaned up and kissed his way up my back, almost lazily, until he reached my neck. “Till next time, gorgeous,” he murmured, a purr to his voice. He flashed Adam a wicked smile, then rolled off the bed to put his clothing back on.
He left without another word.
I rolled over, my body limp from the hard fuck. I gazed up at Adam, smiling at him, but he frowned in return. He ran a hand through my hair. “You okay? Was I too rough?”
“No,” I told him. “It was really hot. I didn’t even have to touch myself and I came.” I giggled, breathless and spent. “Can we do that again? With him?”
Adam surprised me by laughing. “Against my better judgment, I’m gonna have to say yes.”
49
ADAM
So we began seeing Tank,several nights a week, in the hotel three blocks from the club. Sometimes, we didn’t even bother going to the club; we just arranged to meet at the hotel, all of us too keyed up to give a damn about dancing—or foreplay, for that matter.
Our lust burned hot and fast, and our passion was carnal. Intoxicating. But as much as I was enjoying unraveling my mate, thread by thread, I was also noticing things, the longer this strange relationship went on.
Red flags, things that Tank did that set my wolf’s teeth on edge. Like the way Tank pinned Fletcher’s hands above his head and growled at him to stay, but rubbed their wrists together ever-so-nonchalantly as he did so. Marking him with that sharp licorice tang.
Or the way he spent far too much time licking and sucking at Fletcher’s mate-mark, almost as if he was tempted to bite over it. Or the possessive way he looked at my Omega. Like Fletcher belonged to him instead of me, because every time we fooled around, Tank’s attention strayed from me to zero in on Fletcher.
It bothered me. A lot.
Worse? It gave me this weird feeling at the pit of my stomach when we fooled around tonight. Fletcher was sprawled on his back, with me kneeling on the bed beside his head while Tank railed into his body so hard, the whole bed shook.
Soft whimpers and cries spilled from Fletcher’s lips, even as he licked and sucked and stroked my cock. At one point, Tank’s claws dug into his skin hard enough that Fletcher flinched, his eyes pinching tight. The other Alpha’s tempo increased, the jerking of his hips growing unsteadier by the second.
A knot grew in my throat as I watched Tank kiss and suck over the mark I’d given Fletcher over five years ago, the day that I’d claimed him as mine. The day we said fuck my parents’ wishes and started our brand new life together.
My gaze locked on Tank, I saw him lift his lips, saw the barest hint of teeth—and something inside of me just snapped. Sensing the other Alpha might bite what belonged to me, I snarled and lunged at Tank. Wrapping my arm around his throat, I yanked him off Fletcher and dragged him to the floor on the other side of the bed, where we struggled for a moment.
Tank broke away, breathing hard, his black eyes hard as glass. “What the fuck, man? What’s your issue?” he hissed at me, with acid on his tongue.
“That’s enough,” I said coldly. “We’re done here.”
“Done?” He barked a laugh. “None of us even got off!”
I growled at him, baring my fangs. “You know damn well it isn’t about getting off. Don’t feed me that bullshit. You’re out of control.”
