“How’s it feel?” I hear myself ask him, and my voice is nothing like my usual clinical tone. It’s dark. Curious. Hungry.
Levi swallows, breath ragged. “Like heaven. Like she was made for me.”
Her little whimper sharpens, and Levi’s eyes squeeze shut for half a second like he’s holding back something dangerous.
“Turn your head, sweetheart,” Beau murmurs from where he’s kneeling beside her.
She does, obedient and languid, cheek pressing into the pillow until those green eyes find us again—sated but still restless.
For a heartbeat, I’m myself again—the observer. I flick open my phone, thumbing the camera without even thinking about it. Documentation, I tell myself—medical observation.
Record the way her breathing is steadying, how her hips twitch less now that Levi’s knotted. How her scent, though still potent, has an edge of softened urgency. The knot is doing precisely what I expected: grounding her body, dampening the frantic spike of heat.
And then Beau shifts.
He slides a hand along her jaw, down her throat, and she opens for him without a second of hesitation. His cock glistens in the low lamplight as he presses it to her lips, and she takes him—slow at first, then deeper, until he’s groaning low and filthy.
My train of thought shatters.
Holy fuck.
She’s letting him use her mouth while Levi’s locked inside her, the sounds slick and obscene, the rhythm of Beau’s hips matched to the small, restricted shifts Levi can make against the knot.
I can’t stop watching the wet drag of her lips along Beau’s length, the way her cheeks hollow when he pushes deeper.
“I don’t think the knot’s gonna hold for long,” Levi grits out, voice raw.
“That’s okay,” I manage, and my own laugh is darker than I expect. “There are three Alphas here.”
She moans around Beau, and the vibration makes him curse. I’m trying to think—really, I am—but it’s like my brain’s caught between wanting to record the reaction and wanting to join them so badly I ache.
Marissa’s face flashes in my mind for a split second—polished, poised, every line of her controlled, even in bed. She’d never have let me do half of what Wren’s begging for without a negotiation first.
Wren? Wren’s pure heat. Wild and soft all at once. She isn’t calculating, she’soffering. And it’s lethal.
I wish I had my peppermint oil—the bite of it might have cut through the fog in my head, grounded me—but the thought evaporates as Beau curses low and deep, his rhythm stuttering.
Levi groans and finally eases back, his knot slipping free with a wet, obscene sound that has my cock twitching hard in my jeans.
Slick spills down between her thighs, hot and plentiful, and I track the way it runs over her flushed skin before soaking into the sheets.
Levi leans over her, kisses her shoulder like he’s trying to keep himself from going again immediately. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Her lips slide off Beau’s length, wet and shining. She swallows, gasps for air, and then whispers, “More.”
Christ.
“I’m gonna need you to do it,” Beau grunts. “Her mouth feels toofuckinggood.”
Sweat trickles down my back, my shirt sticking to my skin. My hand is already on my zipper before I realize I’ve moved.
I free myself, my cock curving slightly upward in my grip, thick and aching. Her eyes drop to it instantly, her breath catching.
“I’m gonna need to move you,” I tell her, my voice breaking around the edges. “Is that okay?”
She nods without hesitation.
I guide her onto all fours, the shift making more slick drip from between her thighs. She’s still open, still flushed, still smelling like she’s every Alpha’s breaking point.
