"Close," I gasp against Felix's cock once it slides from my mouth, worshiping the crown with my tongue so he lasts longer. "So close?—"
"Let go," Carlisle commands, his thrusts getting erratic. "Come for us, little hellcat."
The orgasm hits like a freight train, my whole body seizing as pleasure whites out everything else. Carlisle follows me over,and I feel his knot expanding, locking us together in the most primal way possible.
"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. "You're perfect."
Felix comes with a groan a minute later when I take him back into my mouth, still moaning through the aftershocks, and I swallow eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop. The taste of him grounds me even as my body floats on endorphins and heat-satisfaction.
We're locked together, Carlisle's knot ensuring he's not going anywhere for at least twenty minutes. The heat has dimmed to a manageable simmer, but I can feel it building again already. This is just the beginning.
The door opens, and I smell woods and wine as Bane and Elias enter, their scents adding to the cocktail already filling the room.
"Started without us?" Bane's voice is rough, affected.
I grin, predatory despite being knotted to Carlisle. "Just getting warmed up."
Chapter
Thirty-Three
BANE
The nest smells like sex and heat and fucking paradise, and my cock is already straining against my pants before I even fully process what I'm looking at. Juniper—our omega, our scent match, the woman who tried to kill us not two weeks ago—is currently locked on Carlisle's knot while she licks Felix's spent cock like it's her favorite lollipop. The sight hits me like a sledgehammer, and I have to grip the doorframe to keep from lunging forward and claiming what every instinct screams is mine.
Except she's not mine. Not yet. Maybe not ever, if I fuck this up.
"Easy there, big guy," Elias murmurs beside me, his voice carrying that clinical detachment he uses when he's trying not to lose his shit. But I can smell the arousal rolling off him, see the way his muscles tense like he's physically restraining himself from joining the pile of bodies in that nest.
Felix finally pushes Juniper's head away with a groan that sounds almost pained. "Fuck, Juney, I can't—" His voice cracks, and she releases him with a wet pop that goes straight to my cock.
"Sorry," she says, not sounding sorry at all, her voice rough from having his cock down her throat. "Got carried away."
Carlisle's still buried inside her, his knot keeping them locked together. The smug bastard looks entirely too pleased with himself, golden hair mussed, blue eyes bright with satisfaction as he runs his hands along Juniper's sides with a possessiveness that makes my alpha instincts roar.
But this isn't about what I want. It's about what she needs.
I force myself to move to the chair near the bed, dropping into it with what I hope looks like casualness instead of the barely controlled desperation currently eating me alive. Her heat scent is everywhere, coating the back of my throat, seeping into my skin, turning my blood to liquid fire. Sweet flowers mixed with arousal and need, calling to every primal part of me that wants to mount her, claim her, make her understand that she belongs to us.
To me.
Elias takes up position against the wall, trying to look nonchalant as he leans there like he's not obviously adjusting himself through his pants. Poor bastard's probably been hard since we walked in. Hell, I've been half-hard since dinner when her scent started shifting, that telltale sweetness that meant her heat was ramping up.
Archer's sitting on the edge of the bed, not so patiently awaiting his turn. Those earnest brown eyes keep darting between Juniper and Felix like he's trying to figure out the rules of this game we're all playing. The scratches on his hand from where she attacked him are still visible. They'd be healed already if he was taking care of them properly.
"How much longer?" Juniper asks, squirming slightly, and Carlisle hisses through his teeth.
"Careful, hellcat," he warns, his hands tightening on her hips. "Unless you want to be stuck for another twenty minutes."
She pouts, and it's so incongruous with the woman who dropped a chandelier on me that I can't help the laugh that escapes.
"Something funny, Bane?" she asks, those hazel eyes finding mine with laser focus despite the heat haze she must be swimming in.
"Just thinking about how different you are from when we first met," I say, keeping my voice steady even though her attention makes every nerve ending light up. "Less homicidal, more..."
"Horny?" she supplies with a grin that's all teeth and challenge. "Don't worry, I can be both. Multitasking is my specialty."
Felix snorts from where he's collapsed against the pillows, looking satisfied and spent.
