Possessiveness hits me like a sucker punch, fast and hot. My voice drops as I lean in until my nose nearly brushes hers. “Betas can’t do what we can. Alphas have this swelling at the base of the cock. It locks us in place when we come. It’s mostly used in breeding, to ensure that once we arrive, the seed remains inside the Omega. Inside you.”
She swallows, eyes darting from me to Beau to Simon and back again. “Would it hurt?”
Simon’s palm glides down her arm, a steady counterpoint to the fever in the air. “Never,” he says, voice warm, firm. “We would never hurt you.”
And then he kisses her—not rushed or frantic, but thorough and claiming, until she’s making that same wrecked sound against his mouth. Her scent tightens in the air, curling sharper, denser, like every Alpha instinct in me is being wound on a spool about to snap.
Beau lifts his head from between her thighs just long enough to glance at me. “Levi should be the one to do it,” he says, with no hesitation. “I’m too wound up and would come as soon as I entered her.”
“Same!” Simon curses.
Heat roars through me, climbing up my spine until I feel it in my teeth. There’s no way I’m arguing with them about this. My need is so potent that I can feel it clawing under my skin.
I curse under my breath as I strip my shirt off, the cotton dragging over sweat-damp skin. Her eyes follow the motion like she can’t help it, pupils huge, lips parting. I can smell the spike in her want from here, the way her body’s begging without a word. My hands drop slowly to my belt, giving her every chance to stop me.
She doesn’t. She bites her lip and nods.
“This okay?” I ask, locking my gaze on hers so there’s no mistaking the question.
Her nod is sharper this time, more desperate.
Her “yes” is barely out before I’m shoving my jeans down over my hips, the zipper loud in the thick air. My cock springs free, heavy and flushed, the veins standing out in stiff, twisting ropes along the shaft. I wrap a hand around myself, slow strokes from base to tip, working my length under her wide-eyed stare.
Her lips part, tongue wetting them, and I can feel the way her scent changes—hotter, sweeter—just from watching me touch myself.
“Eyes on me,” I murmur, and she does, tracking every motion of my hand. My thumb drags over the slick at my crown, smearing it down my length. The muscles in my forearm flex with the movement, and her hips shift restlessly on the bed.
Beside her, Beau peels his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before undoing his fly. He’s thick and flushed when he frees himself, and he catches her wrist, guiding her hand to wrap around him.
“Just like that,” he says, voice gravel-deep, watching her small fingers barely close around his girth. He hisses when she squeezes, her gaze darting between us like she’s drunk on the sight of both of us hard for her.
Simon’s still at her side, stroking her thigh with one hand while his other cups her breast, thumb sweeping lazily over a tight, flushed nipple.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against her ear. “Just let us take care of you.”
My pulse hammers as I climb onto the bed, bracing a knee beside her hip. She’s still touching Beau, still gasping when his hips flex into her palm, but her attention drags back to me as I settle between her legs.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” I ask, stroking myself once more before lining up.
She nods again, but I don’t move until I hear it. “Say it.”
“Please, Levi,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “I need you.”
That’s it—the last restraint gone.
I push in slowly, the slick heat of her wrapping around me inch by inch until my vision blurs. She’s tight, wetter than I can process, and the clench of her heat-swollen body is almost too much.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I grit out, leaning over her so my chest brushes hers.
Beau’s still got her hand on him, his cock dragging through her slick fingers as I bottom out. Simon leans down to kiss her again, swallowing the moan she makes when my hips settle flush against hers.
I’m deep inside her, my knot still soft at the base, and all I can think is that I’m not stopping until she’s wrung out and sated.
I keep myself buried to the hilt, just holding there, letting her feel every inch of me, letting myself feel the way she’s fluttering around my cock like she’s trying to pull me even deeper. Her chest rises against mine in quick, shallow breaths, the fever coming off her in waves.
Beau’s hand covers hers, helping her stroke him, his voice rough in her ear. “Feel how hard you’ve got me, sweetheart? That’s what you do to us.”
Simon’s mouth trails along her jaw, down her neck, tasting her skin. His free hand cups her breast again, rolling her nipple between skilled fingers, and she arches into it, her hips shifting restlessly beneath me.
