I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag the lace down her legs. Her skin glistens in the low light, her folds swollen and needy, and my mouth waters.
“God, sweetheart,” I groan, kissing her inner thigh. “You’re perfect.”
Levi moves beside me, stroking her hair, coaxing her to look at him while I sink my tongue between her folds. She cries out, gripping his arm hard, her legs trembling around my shoulders.
Simon’s hand joins mine, pressing at her belly to hold her still as I work, licking and sucking, tracing her clit in slow circles until she’s writhing and sobbing my name.
Her release crashes fast. She shudders against my mouth, thighs clamping, voice breaking on a cry that echoes through the room.
I don’t stop until she’s trembling, until her juices cover my chin and she’s begging me to let her breathe.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, her hair a halo of curls, her eyes glassy. She looks wrecked, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
Levi is already shoving his pants down, his cock straining. “Ready?” he asks her, voice thick.
She nods, breathless. “Yes.”
I stroke myself hard, watching as he lines up and presses into her. Her mouth falls open, a moan spilling as she clutches at his shoulders. He buries himself fully, groaning, his forehead pressed to hers.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters.
I climb onto the bed beside them, kissing her, slipping my fingers into her mouth. She sucks them greedily, her moans vibrating against my lips as Levi moves inside her.
Simon kneels at the head of the bed, his cock in his hand, watching her with that focused intensity that could cut glass.
Levi thrusts harder, his body taut, his jaw clenched as he works into her. She claws at his back, whimpering, “More.”
“Baby,” he pants, “You’re perfect—” He cuts himself off, eyes slamming shut, then blurts, “I love you.”
Her lips tremble and she whispers, “I love you too.”
Everything in Levi’s expression fractures—relief, desperation, pure joy all at once. His thrusts quicken, deeper, harder, like her words unlocked something inside him.
Simon groans, his cock leaking as he strokes himself harder, his eyes locked on her. My own orgasm threatens just from watching the way she clings to Levi, from the sound of her voice breaking as she tells him she loves him.
“Come for us, Omega,” I pinch her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Levi curses, shoving deep, his knot threatening to swell, but he pulls out just in time, gritting his teeth. He spills across her belly, panting, his forehead pressed to hers.
We’re all shaking, all raw.
Levi collapses against her, groaning into her neck, and I see the sheen of sweat across her skin, the way her chest rises and falls as though she just ran through fire. She’s wrecked and perfect, lips swollen, pupils blown wide, her hair sticking to her face.
But she’s looking at him, really looking, and her whisper is still echoing in my skull—“I love you too.”
It’s like she branded all of us with those words.
Levi presses one last kiss to her mouth, then pulls back, chest heaving. He brushes her cheek, reverent, and then glances toward me, toward Simon.
His eyes burn, asking the question he doesn’t need to voice.
She’s ready. She’s ours.
I crawl back between her thighs, tasting the salt of Levi still smeared across her belly as I lick her clean. She shudders, moaning softly, and when I look up, Simon is already positioning himself by her head, his cock thick and flushed, his hand wrapped tight around the base.
“You want to taste me, sweetheart?” Simon’s voice is ragged, darker than usual. He strokes her hair back from her face, eyesgleaming behind the glassless softness of his expression. “You want to take care of me while Beau fills you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice breaking. “I want all of you.”
