Fox makes a low sound and gently but firmly pulls Arlo back by the shoulder. “Easy,” he mutters, voice rough. “You’re scaring the hell out of us, Parker. We couldn’t get out of that damn class fast enough. What’s going on?”
Arlo’s hands are still on my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks, eyes searching mine. “Baby,” he says softly, “talk to us.”
My throat closes up. I step back into the room and they follow, closing the door behind them. The words tumble out before I can soften them. “I don’t want this anymore.”
Both of them go completely still.
Arlo’s hands drop to his sides. Fox’s jaw flexes, his scent sharpening with sudden tension.
I wave my hands wildly in front of me, realizing what I just said as panic blooms through my chest. “No—no, that’s not what I mean. I meant Idowant this. I wantthis—” I gesture between the three of us, voice cracking. “But not… not like this. Not casual. I can’t do casual anymore. I want to hold your hands and sit on your laps and kiss you in public and not have to pretend it’s just fun. I want everything. I want you to be my Alphas. Bothof you.” Tears slip down my cheeks before I can stop them, my whole body shaking with the effort of my words.
Arlo’s expression shifts from worry to full-blown desire in the space of a heartbeat. “Are you asking us to be your Alphas?” he purrs.
I nod, tears falling faster. “Yes. Please.”
He closes the distance in two strides, cups my face again, and kisses me so deeply my toes curl. I melt against him, legs wrapping around his waist as he lifts me like I weigh nothing. His cock is already hard, pressing against me through his sweats, and I moan into his mouth, fingers threading through his messy hair.
“I have never heard better words in my entire life, Parker,” he breathes against my lips, grinning like he just won the championship.
I pull back just enough to look at him. “I was so scared you wouldn’t want this.”
Fox laughs, stepping up behind me, one big tattooed hand sliding around my throat in that perfect necklace grip while the other rests on Arlo’s shoulder, connecting all three of us.
“We’ve wanted it probably longer than you’re aware of, sweetheart,” he pushes out.
I watch as Fox peels his shirt over his head, revealing the full spread of tattoos across his chest and arms, including the matching baseball stitch on his left pec that mirrors the one on my hip. He’s already hard, thick and flushed, and the sight makes fresh slick rush between my thighs.
“Now,” Fox murmurs, eyes dark, “where do you want us? Because I need to feel you around me.”
I don’t even hesitate. “Fuck me in my nest.”
Arlo carries me the few steps to the pillows and lays me down in the middle of the blankets and hoodies that already smell like all three of us. They strip me slowly, kissing every inch ofskin they uncover. When I’m naked between them, Arlo settles between my thighs and licks a long, filthy stripe up my soaked pussy, groaning at the taste.
“Still so sweet,” he murmurs, then sucks my clit into his mouth until I’m writhing.
Fox kneels beside me, kissing me deeply while Arlo works me open with his tongue and fingers. I come once just like that, shaking and gasping into Fox’s mouth.
Then Fox presses me further into the mattress, spreads my thighs wide, and pushes inside me in one smooth stroke. I cry out at the stretch, at how full he makes me. He fucks me, hand never leaving my throat, eyes locked on mine.
“Gonna knot you, baby,” he growls against my lips. “You ready?”
I nod frantically. “Please—Fox—”
His knot swells, stretching me wide, Fox fucking it in and out of me until it thickens. The pressure is perfect and overwhelming. I come again, hard, clenching around his knot while he grunts my name and spills deep inside me.
We stay locked like that for a long while, kissing lazily while Arlo strokes my hair and murmurs how perfect I am.
The second Fox’s knot starts to soften, Arlo is there. He rolls me onto my side, hooks my top leg over his hip, and pushes in right alongside Fox’s still-half-hard cock.
A long broken moan tears from my throat as I’m stretched impossibly full between them. Two thick cocks filling me at once, Fox’s knot still catching at my entrance, Arlo’s pierced head dragging along my walls with every shallow thrust. The silver barbell hits every sensitive spot until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
“That’s it,” Arlo groans, voice wrecked. “Take us both, baby. So fucking good for your Alphas.”
Fox’s hand tightens on my throat, lips at my ear. “Ours now.”
They find a slow, devastating rhythm until I’m coming a third time, shaking apart between them, and they follow right after, flooding me until slick and cum are leaking out around both cocks.
We collapse in a sweaty, sticky tangle in the middle of my nest, happy tears sliding down my cheeks from pure, overwhelming happiness.
