“Fuck,” Killian hisses, straining to stay quiet. “Get me off,” he whispers. “Make a mess out of both of us.”
Excitement unfurls in my belly as I move my hand. His velvety skin slides across my palm as he does the same to me. We jerk each other, matching each other’s rhythm.
“Do you smell her sweet scent?” His lips ghost over mine. “Can you taste it in the air?”
I suck in a desperate breath, soaking in her sugary sweet aroma. “Yes,” I snarl as heat crawls up my spine.
“I can’t stop thinking about her pretty cunt wrapped around this big cock,” Killian’s words shoot straight to my dick. I’m leaking pre-cum everywhere, soaking his hand. “I want to watch you rut her raw and pump her full. I want to hear her beg for that big alpha dick.”
His dirty words wash over me, making me snarl and pant. “Killian.” I squeeze his cock, pumping harder and faster.
“Come here.” He pushes his hips forward. “I need to feel your dick against mine.” He wraps his hand around both of us, and I quickly do the same. “I want all that pretty white cum all over me.”
My jaw clenches as my balls pull tight against my body. I thrust up into Killian’s hand, rubbing my shaft against his. He squeezes, forcing us impossibly close.
“That’s it.” He growls softly. “Give me that fucking cum.”
The base of my cock pulses and heat erupts from the tip. I stifle a grunt as my balls empty. Killian doesn't last much longer. His hand tenses as he comes, splattering all over my chest and hips. Our fluids mix, swirling together as they drip onto the blanket beneath us.
“Goddamn.” Killian rests his forehead against mine. “I needed that.”
And something like relief washes over me. It’s good to know he was needy too.
Sometimes I feel so weak compared to my mates. I frequently feel needy or emotional. Alphas aren’t supposed to be like that. We’re supposed to be stoic and unyielding. But I’ve never been like that.
My alpha father used to berate me, calling me a pussy every time I showed any kind of empathy or kindness. I still try to hide it, but Killian says I need to learn to accept that part of me. He says my tender emotions make me a good and passionate mate, but I can’t help but feel weak compared to him and Tristan.They’re both so strong and controlled, hiding their feelings so much easier than I can.
“Stop it,” Killian warns softly, cutting into my thoughts.
“What?” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. Even in the dark, I can see the faint golden ring around the center of his blue irises.
“I canfeelyou overthinking.” He releases my cock, gripping my hip. He pulls my body to him, squishing the mess between us. It feels good. “Just relax, alpha. Give that brain a break.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath, allowing my mind to settle.
The cave is quiet. Leaves outside rustle and the stream in the distance trickles. Drops of water tap somewhere in the distance, and our sweet omega’s breath comes out soft and even. But I don’t hear Tristan snoring anymore…
I open my eyes, looking up at Killian. He smiles, realizing the same thing.
“Tristan?” Killian whispers the alpha’s name as quietly as he can. “Are you awake?”
Tristan lets out deep chuckles, then says, “And you two say I’m uncivilized.”
Where am I?
Beth
Safe.Soft. Warm.
The sound of water tapping hits my ears first, followed by quiet whispers.
There’s something on my feet. Socks? And the bed is hard, digging into my hip. My body is sore, but it’s nothing compared to the pain radiating in my skull. My cheek is pressed against something firm, making the dull pain throb. I vaguely remember Burke hitting me, but my memory is still hazy. I know we fought and I remember being in the woods, but everything after that is a jumble.Was I in a cage?
No. That must have been a dream.
Inhaling deeply, I try to remember what happened. A deep scent fills my lungs. It’s charred wood, like a bonfire, but there’s a subtle sweetness in there too. Musk? Whatever it is, it smells heavenly. Deep and masculine, making my nipples pull tight.
Shit.
