Fuck. My control snaps.
I line myself up, pressing the thick head of my cock to her entrance, still fluttering and slick from Levi. She gasps, her body arching, and I push in slowly, watching her stretch around me.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her nails clutching at my arms.
Simon eases himself closer, tapping the head of his cock against her lips. She opens for him, soft and eager, taking him in as her throat works. His groan is guttural, his hand fisting in her hair as he rocks gently, feeding her inch by inch.
Levi kneels by her side, stroking her breast, leaning down to kiss her temple, her jaw, her throat. “You’re doing so well, Omega,” he murmurs.
His teeth graze her skin, not hard enough to break, just enough to make her moan around Simon.
Her body squeezes around me as I thrust deeper, finding a rhythm that matches the way Simon slides into her mouth. Every sound she makes vibrates through him, through me, binding us in this raw, desperate loop.
“Fuck, look at her,” I pant. “She’s taking us like she was made for this.”
Levi laughs low, rough. “She was.”
He leans down and bites gently at her inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. She jerks, moaning, and I feel the ripple of her clenching around me.
Simon’s hips stutter. He pulls back just long enough to rasp, “Bite her, Beau. Mark her. She’s ours.”
Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a garbled, “Yes.”
My blood roars up in me. I thrust hard, bottoming out, and as I feel her spasm around me, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh at the curve of her neck.
Her cry echoes off the walls, muffled by Simon still in her mouth, her body shattering under mine.
The taste of her blood is wild and sweet, her scent exploding as the bond flares to life.
I pull back, licking over the mark, whispering against her skin. “You’re mine now, Omega. Ours.”
Simon groans, spilling into her mouth, pulling free with a curse as she swallows him down. His glasses are gone, forgotten, his eyes wrecked and soft as he bends to kiss her lips, tasting himself there.
I’m fighting my knot, fighting to keep the thrusts controlled, but she grips my ass, gasping, “Please, Beau. Knot me.”
I can’t deny her. With a guttural growl, I slam in deep, the swell locking us together as I spill into her, pulse after pulse of release. Her nails rake my shoulders, her thighs trembling around me.
Levi shifts down the bed, his cock hard again, brushing over her calf. “You’ve got one more in you for me, don’t you, baby?”
She nods, tear-streaked and blissed out, whispering, “Yes.”
I roll us slightly, so she’s half draped over me, my knot still pulsing inside her, while Levi moves between her thighs. He lifts her leg over his shoulder, pressing into her slick channel right above where I’m locked.
The stretch makes her cry out, her nails clawing at my chest.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” I murmur, kissing her hair. “We’ve got you.”
Levi groans as he pushes in alongside me, the pressure insane, the heat unbearable. He buries his face in her neck, biting her shoulder hard enough to bruise but not break skin.
When she wails out another climax, Simon strokes her hair, whispering praise, while Levi thrusts sharp and deep until he knots, too, spilling inside her.
Her body clenches around both of us, milking us dry, her sobs half ecstasy, half relief.
We collapse together, a mess of sweat and breath and love.
Her voice is hoarse, broken, but it shatters me when she whispers, “I love you. All of you.”
Simon presses his forehead to hers, his hand over her heart. Levi kisses the mark on her neck, murmuring that he loves her more than his own life.
