“What are you thinking?” Jude murmurs behind me. His warm breath brushes the side of my neck. I try to speak, but my voice cracks.
“Nothing,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Ryker laughs low, slow, dangerous. “Your scent just thickened, Norah,” he says, voice teasing, knowing, claiming.
“I… I’m not lying,” I say, daring to look at him.
“Why can’t you talk about it?” Jude murmurs softly against my ear, tugging gently at a strand of hair.
Fuck. My body hums, wanting, needing.
I’m aware of the heat pooling between my legs, the slickness, the ache, the way my chest feels hollow and tight all at once. My heart is a drum in my ears, every beat synchronized with the pull of desire in my body.
Ryker leans forward, sets his beer down, and moves closer to where I’m seated. My stomach twists into knots as his presence presses in, magnetic and dangerous. He sits on the coffee table, knees brushing mine, and I can feel every motion, every calculated inch.
“Are you nervous?” Ryker’s voice rumbles low.
I shake my head, but my limbs betray me. My fingers twitch, my pulse racing.
Jude surprises me, tugging my head gently backward. My hair strains against my scalp, and a sharp sting sends a shiver down my spine. The spot between my thighs reacts without permission.
“Are you nervous, Norah?” he asks, breath hot against my ear.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice trembling. My whole body is alert to them, every movement magnified, every touch amplified.
He leans down then, lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. It’s gentle, grounding, but the heat in my stomach only intensifies.
And then Ryker’s mouth is on mine, claiming me. My thoughts scatter into pieces; the logical, reasonable part of me evaporates. I melt into him, lips parting, tasting, feeling him.
My hands hover, unsure where to go, as every instinct screams, urges me forward. My body is alive, keyed up, and impossible to ignore.
When he pulls back, I’m left gasping. The scent of him, the feel of him, the heat of his body inches from mine—it’s addictive, overwhelming.
Jude’s hands are back, warm against my waist, sliding over the curve beneath my sweater. His touch is slower, softer, teasing in a way that makes my knees weak.
My body shivers, reacting without conscious thought, every nerve on fire. He presses closer, letting me feel him behind me, grounding me while Ryker claims space in front.
“You’re… an Omega,” I whisper to myself, almost a mantra, almost a confession. I feel the weight of the designation now, the pull it has on them, the effect it has on me. I’m prey, yes, but I’m also wanted. More than I’ve ever felt.
Ryker leans in again, and I can feel his lips grazing mine, teasing, testing, daring. I tilt my head, letting him deepen the kiss. My hands finally find their way to him, tangling in his hair.
I taste him fully, all the dark, masculine scent, the sharpness, the pine, the warmth of him. My body shivers, and I feel the pull of desire thrumming through me, unrelenting.
When he pulls back slightly, just enough to let me breathe, Jude’s lips are already on my neck again, teeth grazing the soft skin just below my ear. My head falls back, offering more, wanting more, feeling the impossible tension building betweenthem. My moans are involuntary, uncontrolled, and every sound draws both of them in tighter.
“Fuck,” Ryker mutters under his breath, and my pulse jumps at the rawness in his voice.
He slides his hand down my arm and rests it just above my elbow, anchoring me in place while Jude’s hands roam over my sides, brushing the small of my back. The dual attention makes me dizzy, my chest heaving, my heart racing faster than I can count.
Jude leans in from behind, lips pressing to my temple, teeth nipping softly. I tilt my head, giving him more access, my spine arching involuntarily against his chest.
The heat in my body coils tighter with every touch, every brush of skin against skin.
Ryker’s hand moves in a deliberate, teasing motion along my thigh, the proximity making my breath hitch. I want to pull away, and yet I can’t. My body is alive in a way it hasn’t been for months.
“You’re dangerous.” Ryker’s voice is rough, and his eyes darken as he leans closer.
“I… I can’t…” I stammer, though my body betrays me. I’m pressed between them, trembling, wanting more than I can admit.
