“Holy fuck,” I grit out. The tightness is unreal, every inch of her squeezing us in perfect rhythm with her racing heartbeat.
She’s gasping now, a high, keening sound as she adjusts to the fullness. “Oh—oh god?—”
“Feel good?” Levi asks, his voice wrecked.
“Yes,” she breathes. “So good. Don’t stop.”
And then we’re moving.
We find a rhythm without speaking—one of us pressing deep while the other eases back, keeping her filled at every second. The wet sounds between us are constant, each thrust drawing another gasp or moan from her.
Levi’s hand finds mine where it grips her hip, our fingers locking for balance as we work her together.
“Look at her,” he groans. “Taking us like she was made for it.”
Beau’s watching too, his cock in his fist, stroking slow as he tracks every movement. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Look at her taking two fucking knots.”
Her body’s trembling now, sweat slicking her back, her hair plastered to her flushed skin. Every scent pouring off her is heat and want and surrender, and it’s going straight to my head.
I lean forward, my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. “You’re ours right now. All ours.”
She whimpers in answer, pushing back against us like she’s chasing every inch we can give her.
Levi’s pace stutters, and I know he’s close. My own release is clawing at me, my balls tightening, my breath going ragged.
“Come for us,” I tell her, my voice breaking. “Do it now.”
She shatters with a cry, her walls clamping down around both of us so hard that it rips a groan from my throat. Levi curses and drives deep, his hips locking as his knot swells, forcing me to hold my ground inside her.
The heat, the squeeze, the sheerfucking closeness—it rips me apart. I spill into her with a harsh groan, my vision narrowing to white, my hips twitching even as I grind into the knot.
She’s still moaning, still shaking, her nails digging into the sheets. Levi’s forehead rests against her shoulder, sweat dripping from his temple onto her flushed skin.
For a long moment, none of us moves. Just panting, the weight of the knot holding us together, the air thick with heat and sex.
And in the back of my mind, the doctor in me is gone. There’s only the Alpha. And I’m already wondering how soon she’ll let us start again.
My breathing’s just starting to even out when I notice Beau moving—not away, but closer. He’s still hard, his hand wrapped around his cock, the head flushed dark and wet from where she had him in her mouth earlier.
Her head turned toward him on the pillow, her green eyes heavy-lidded but still glassy from heat. Beau catches her gaze, and his voice drops low. “One more for me, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t speak—just parts her lips in invitation, her pink tongue darting to swipe at the crown of his cock.
Beau kneels over her, his shadow falling across her flushed chest. His hand moves faster now, his breath quickening. I can see the way her eyes track every motion, the faint, eager hitch in her breathing as she watches him stroke himself.
It only takes a few passes before he groans, his hips jerking forward. Thick ropes of his release spill across her bare chest,streaking the soft rise of her breasts, the heat of it making her gasp softly.
He stays there for a moment, watching her, his expression unreadable except for the faint smirk tugging at his mouth. Then he drags the head of his cock slowly across her skin, smearing himself over her before sitting back.
My own knot releases, and I gently pull out. That must be the best fuck I have had in a long time.
Her eyes flutter shut, her body going loose and boneless under us. The knot’s still holding her to Levi, but the frantic edge to her movements is gone.
I watch as her lashes lower and her breathing deepens—not the shallow, gasping breaths of heat, but something heavier, quieter.
“She’s out,” Beau says softly.
I nod, still brushing my palm down her spine in slow, grounding strokes. “Sleep’s good for her right now.”
