Except before I could exit the nesting room, the door slammed open and a cloud of cranberry rose arousal settled over the space.
My cock went rock hard instantly. Conrad groaned.
West and Talia were tangled up in an embrace, his hands on her hips as he backed her up until she fell onto the bed. His lips never left hers as he followed her down, hovering over her with her legs spread around his hips.
She’d apparently forgiven him for leaving her this morning.
I’d hoped that would happen, but hadn’t been expecting them to immediately start stripping each other naked when they got back.
That was exactly what was happening, though. Talia’s hands were fisted in West’s t-shirt, hauling it up and over his head. Her shirt had ridden up to expose half her torso.
I cleared my throat, adjusting myself in my pants.
Talia glanced at me with half-lidded eyes, then reached out with one hand. “Come here.” Her other hand reached to Conrad, making a grabby motion.
Feet carrying me over on autopilot, I let her small hand slip beneath the waistband of the sweats. I wasn’t wearing anything under them, so that was all it took for her to grab my cock in her cold grasp.
Part of me worried about her; if she was going to be alright to do something like this. She’d just gotten out of heat. Everything that happened was fresh, and she’d barely had time to process it.
I couldn’t voice my concerns, though. She was making the choice, and if I questioned her, it would only hurt her confidence. If this turned out to be too much, she trusted us enough to tell us. Hopefully.
Her grip slipped from my cock when West tore her t-shirt over her head. He wasn’t hesitant with her anymore. My packmate was basically devouring her. He lifted her hips and ripped her pants and underwear off next, leaving her bare. Then he went right back to kissing her, barely letting her come up for air.
I climbed onto the bed, stripping my shirt off but keeping my pants on. Conrad was leaning against the bed, stars in his eyes as he scanned every inch of Talia’s body.
She whined and grabbed at West’s sweatpants, trying to shove them down. That was when he finally hesitated, breaking their kiss and breathing heavily as he made eye contact with me.
“Tell him you can handle him, princess,” I told Talia.
“I want you, West,” she said breathlessly. “I want you all. Now.”
“Don’t say that until you see what you’re working with,” West mumbled.
Moving back from her, he shoved his sweats down over his hips until they pooled on the ground. When his cock sprung up, Talia gasped.
Chapter
Nineteen
TALIA
West’s cock was rock hard, leaking from the tip, and fuckingmassive.
Conrad and Mercer definitely weren’t small, but West’s dick was something else. The type you had to buy XXL condoms for. A monster in both length and girth.
Now I knew why he’d cautioned me against speaking without knowing what I was getting into.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
“It might be best if Conrad?—”
I cut West off. “No.Youfuck me. Now.”
My inner thighs squeezed his hips, feet digging into his back to draw him closer. The length of his cock rubbed against me, and it barely felt real. He was particularly well-endowed, even for an alpha, his knot swelling at the base.
Huge or not, I could handle him.
Probably.
