“It’s okay.” Knox covers Dakota’s wrist with his own big hand and guides him forward. “She wants this. Sheneedsto feel good.”
The first press of Dakota’s fingers against my heat steals mybreath, and my knees fall further apart. He teases my slit until I can feel slick begin to gather, hot within the already cooling water. Then Dakota’s fingers glide over my clit, and I let out a breathy whimper.
“Does that feel good, omega?” Knox stops lapping at my skin, watching Dakota touch me. His hands are still on my breasts, kneading deep, fingers teasing one nipple, then the other.
“Yes.” I moan as Dakota presses one of his long fingers inside of me. Without meaning to, my hips rock to meet him, making the water slosh. Then he adds a second finger, and my back begins to arch.
“Oh, wow,” Dakota whispers as he fucks his fingers in and out of me. The movement of the water picks up, splashing against my bare chest.
“Don’t stop,” Knox commands the beta. “Make our girl come.” His big hand drifts up, cupping the underside of my chin. He turns my head slightly so I’m looking right at him.
Knox is so intense, with his black hair framing his handsome face. His dark eyes are filled with fire as his soft tongue slips across his bottom lip. “Are you going to come for your beta?” He nods, telling me to do the same. I can’t move too much with his big hand still holding my face, but I manage the smallest nod.
“Yes,” I gasp when Dakota grazes my clit, and my eyes float closed.
“Do that again,” Knox says firmly.
Dakota quickly obeys, rubbing swift, slick circles around my swollen clit.
“Please, don’t stop.” My body arches, water swirling around me. Knox’s mouth is on mine, kissing me hard, claiming, while Dakota works between my thighs,finding a rhythm that makes me whimper and clutch at the sides of the tub.
It builds too fast, a storm I can’t stop. Every nerve lights up, every breath tightens, until I’m breaking apart in their hands, the orgasm ripping through me with a raw, desperate force that makes me moan loudly against Knox’s tongue.
My walls flutter around Dakota’s fingers. I hear him curse, but he doesn’t stop his movements, helping me ride each glorious wave of pleasure.
Once it passes, Knox breaks our kiss, and I sag against the porcelain, boneless, trembling. Dakota’s hand eases out of me, shaking as much as I am, but Knox doesn’t give me time to think.
Strong arms scoop me from the water, lifting me against his chest. Droplets cascade down my skin, trailing over his clothes as he carries me out of the bathroom. My head lolls against his shoulder, too weak to protest, too undone to hide.
“Where are we going?” My words come out slurred.
“To bed,” Knox rumbles as he knocks his bedroom door open with his shoulder. He hurries to the bed, laying me down, but the moment my back hits the mattress, the air between us shifts, growing thick, charged,hungry.
Knox strips fast, ripping his wet shirt over his head, then shoving his pants down with rough efficiency. Every line of his body is carved with need, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes burning into mine like he can’t stand even a second’s distance.
My pulse skips, and I barely catch my breath before he’s on me, caging me in with his broad shoulders, pressing his heat against mine. His mouth crashes against my lips, stealing what little air I have left. Rough hands grip my thighs, forcing them open, and he pushes deep within me in one powerful thrust.
The sudden stretch of my body makes me gasp, and my hands fly to his shoulders.
“Mine,” Knox growls against my lips, raw and guttural. His weight settles over me, pinning me to the mattress. I can feel every ounce of his strength, every shiver of restraint threatening to snap as he drags his mouth down my jaw, to the unblemished side of my throat, back to the sore wound he already claimed with his tongue in the bath. He sucks at it again, fiercely, like he’s rewriting it, branding me over and over until all I can do is writhe beneath him.
Dakota lingers at the edge of the room, chest heaving, eyes wide with something caught between admiration and hunger. He looks like he can’t move, can’t breathe, until Knox jerks his chin toward him.
“Take out that cock,” Knox growls, his voice rough as he presses me harder into the mattress.
Dakota swallows but obeys. His movements aren’t shy or tentative, but desperate. His hand slides down, pushing his shorts low, and his pretty cock pops free. He grips his shaft with a groan, eyes locked on Knox like he’s drowning and only Knox can save him.
“Come here, pretty boy.” Knox opens his mouth, and Dakota immediately knows what to do, stepping up onto the bed, then positioning himself so that Knox can suck him off.
I’m stunned that a pack alpha is letting him be a part of this. Letting him be in such an intimate situation with me, before Alex, before Tadeo. My chest squeezes tight, confusion and heat tangling until I can’t tell one from the other.
“Shit.” Dakota’s breathing turns ragged as he watches his cock slide in and out of Knox’s mouth.
The beta’s hand slips around the back of Knox’s head, his body curling inward as his pack alpha swallows him upover and over again in time with each thrust. The sight of the pair has me all tingly, and my core begins to coil.
“Fuck!” One of Dakota’s hands flies out, grabbing Knox’s back like he can’t hold himself upright. He curses, voice breaking, and his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck—Alpha, I’m not gonna last?—”
“Good,” Knox snarls around Dakota’s dick, the sound vibrating through his body and into mine. Dakota must feel it too, because he jerks with a sharp grunt, then his mouth slowly falls open, body shaking as his release takes him.
