Every thrust knocks the air out of me. The mattress rocks. My body arches, greedy for every single centimeter he can give. Aidric stretches me, fills me, lights the whole engine room of my body on fire.
I moan—high, uncontrolled, desperate. No more clever comebacks, no more snappy retorts. Just a single, relentless drive for more.
"God, you're so wet," he grits out, voice animal-rough. "Fucking perfect, Wendy."
It's all I can do to cling to him. Hands woven behind his back, thighs locked around his waist, dragging him in as deep as he'll go. The feel of him—cock stretching, sliding, withdrawing just enough to tease—then pounding back in, harder, deeper, until I think there's nothing left inside me but the velvet-slick pulse of heat and want.
My head tips back, mouth open around a scream. My own scent is everywhere—intoxicating, sticky-sweet, a warning beacon that I'm lost, adrift, not even pretending to be in control anymore.
He leans forward, bracing above me, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my chest. I lick it, just to taste, and he loses it—snarling, bending to bite my neck, my shoulder, anything he can reach.
"Look at you," he pants, eyes blazing wild. "Taking it all, good girl. Can feel you milking me—so desperate, so pretty?—"
He fucks me through my first orgasm, then the second, and by the third I'm a mess. Slick pouring out with every movement, soaking the sheets, my thighs, the slick hand he slips between us to thumb over my clit, just because he can.
I shudder, body convulsing around him—a full-body release that leaves me boneless and quaking, buried so deep in the heat that I almost black out.
He slows, hips grinding in slow, deep circles, cock thickening, knot swelling. My body panics at missing it, wanting him locked inside, wanting to be filled until the world stops spinning.
But at the last possible second, he pulls out. The emptiness is agony, so sharp I sob—clawing for him, desperate for the knot he stole away before my body could claim it.
He's above me, smiling, smug and devastating. Cocks his head.
"I'm going to knot you," he promises, voice lush and teasing. "But figured I'd make you happy first."
I don't have time to guess what that means.
The door creaks open—just a little. And there he is.
Calder.
Naked. Hard as stone. Golden tan and muscle and those whiskey-dark eyes already focused on me, predatory and starved.
"Man, it was hard to keep from busting in here sooner," Calder admits. The way his gaze drinks in the sight of me—slick, flushed, ruined—makes my knees weak, even collapsed among the nest pillows.
Aidric glances over, still stroking himself lazily, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his lips.
"Figured you'd be waiting."
Calder shrugs, completely unashamed.
"Didn't want to interfere, but the sounds you make, Omega… shit, I'm only human."
He approaches, fist working over his cock, the head flushed and leaking already. I'm so wet I ache for both of them, heat pounding behind my eyes.
My voice is breathless, uncertain if it's a plea or a taunt:
"Are you gonna fuck me together, or are you going to fuck each other too?"
The air vibrates with expectation, both Alphas shimmering with the tension of a pulled match-strike.
Aidric snorts, glancing at Calder with a challenge in his eyes.
"Getting his thick ass cock up my ass isn't something I wanna do today, but both of us fucking you, sure."
It's so them—competitive, bickering, never letting down their guard except around me.
Calder winks.
