My insides shuddered at the thought, but my desire for it was stronger than my embarrassment. “I want Rowan to make love to me,” I admitted. “And Crux… I want you to fuck Rowan.”
They exchanged a glance, sizing each other up, gauging one another.
“I think it would be really, really, sexy,” I confessed. “I won’t make you do…” My sentences began to break apart as my civilized mind began to burn away in my biological heat. “Anything you don’t want… I just… it’s… hot.”
I winced and hugged my stomach as an unexpected heat spike stabbed at my core.
“The lady wants what she wants,” Crux finally said, pushing Rowan towards me. “You know what to do. Get as much slick as you can and get yourself nice and wet for me.”
I moaned at Crux’s words, at the smoky timber of his voice and my body obliged with his request as drops of my omega slickseeped out of me. Rowan scooted to me and parted my legs. I shifted from my kneeling position onto my ass and opened my thighs for him. Under the darkened gaze of my two alphas, I couldn’t stop the flow of my omega juices if I wanted to. Rowan cupped my pussy and stroked. The wet, kinky sounds filled the room as I puddled into his palm and streamed between his fingers like I had wet myself.
“Good girl,” Rowan said. “Give me all the slick you can. Every delicious little drop.”
God, who was this alpha and where had he been all my life? I loved this side of him.
Rowan drew back his hand and slicked himself up between his cheeks, while Crux leaned in and I ground against his hand, crossing his palm with my wetness. I whimpered in yearning, needing to be filled and Crux’s fingers could so easily just slide inside me. A second whimper escaped as Crux took his hand back and stroked himself, anointing his cock with my slick.
Rowan positioned himself between my legs as I lay on my back while Crux loomed behind him like a shadow. A sigh of pleasure and relief escaped me as Rowan’s unfamiliar and perfect length filled me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and lifted my heels into the air as he began to move inside me. After a few accommodating thrusts, a new heaviness set in. Rowan’s shoulders curled under my hands and he moved his hips back as Crux sank into him, his face a mask of concentration.
We were all still for a moment, even my hot panting breath quieted in anticipation for what would happen next, or who would make the first move. I yelped in surprise as Crux thrust his hips, bucking Rowan into me. I wrapped my legs around them, my heels sliding along the contours of Crux’s ribs as he thrust over and over into Rowan’s tight ass, his bulging knot slapping over and over into the other alpha’s cheeks. SometimesRowan bucked back, giving as good as Crux gave before pistoning back into me.
Meanwhile, I was a mindless chorus ofyesandmoreandfuck, fuck him, fuck me. My fingernails sank into Rowan’s skin, imprinting it with crescents that matched his bite mark on the back of my neck. A small army of tiny waxing moons scattered along his shoulder blades. I leaned forward and kissed the spot where Severen’s bite still dented Rowan’s neck, and ran my tongue over it. Rowan shuddered between us.
Crux bucked hard, with no warning, and Rowan’s knot was enveloped by my eager, pleasure-hungry body. The knot stretched me so perfectly, filled me even better. I strained over Rowan’s shoulder to dance my tongue with Crux’s, his scorching breath pushing down my throat. When we parted, we were both breathing heavy.
Crux grit his teeth as he looked at me and I knew what he was thinking, what he wanted, what he was craving.
I nodded, and said, “Say it.”
The look in his eyes was pure vulnerability. I ran my hand through his hair and cupped his head in my palm.
“It’s alright,” I said, my voice broken by breaths and the skips of my entire body being bounced around. “Say it.”
Crux swallowed and looked at Rowan’s profile. “I want to bite you.” The words were halted, stilted, controlled by the motion of three sets of hips and lungs. We all knew what this meant. Rowan and Crux would have a connection all their own, one the rest of us in the pack couldn’t skim or feel or decipher.
I squeezed my thighs around the two alphas, feeling their power between my legs, waiting for Rowan’s answer. I watched Crux sweeten the offer by running his tongue over the bite mark, licking up the shine of Rowan’s sweat and my saliva. I felt both in his body, and his aura, Rowan’s full-body shiver. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck in offering.
Watching Crux’s teeth go into Rowan’s skin was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Tiny rubies of blood beaded up, to get diluted and lost in the mixture of saliva and perspiration and the heat of the moment. I leaned in and pressed myself to Rowan, touching him with every part of me that I could, marking him as mine with my scent while Crux did the same with his teeth.
The orgasm that ripped through us simultaneously was like a seismic event. None of us could contain the explosive pleasure and we were all helpless, and just let the ecstasy take us over. I screamed and arched off the bed as Rowan spilled into me while Crux spilled into him as their auras invisibly co-mingled.
The energy of the room had changed.
Everything had changed. The three of us had changed.
I lay there, my heat cooled for the moment, listening to the two alphas in the nest with me breathe in their quiet sleep. I knew what they had both needed. I knew they needed each other. Crux needed someone to let him be vulnerable with, and Rowan needed extra connection to fully heal the damage that lingered like an echo in his aura. They both needed someone, come hell or high water, that wouldn’t let the other drown.
And I knew that when I next woke up, everything would be different, but for the better.
The scent of food drifted in the room. Chicken? Something like that. It hit us all at the same time, beckoning us awake. We groaned and stirred. Crux ran his tongue over his reddened teethand swallowed. Rowan kissed my forehead and pulled out of me, his knot calm and soft now. They helped me to my feet.
Wrapping the white blanket around my shoulders, I tested my legs to see how rubbery they were. I was able to stay on my own two feet. We ventured out of my nestroom and to the stairs.
Severen was the first to notice us. “Looks like you had a good time.”
“We did,” I said, noticing Severen eye the fresh bite mark on Rowan’s neck, and slightly misaligned with his own. “What’s for… lunch? Dinner?”
My stomach growled so loudly it was like I had swallowed an angry tiger whole. I was famished. Of course I was, before my heat, all I had to eat today was a single piece of vodka soaked melon. Crux, in jeans, passed me a take out box and a pair of chop sticks. I smiled at the happy little cartoon bao bun on the box. “Cute.”
