"Please, Adam," Cliff says from the other side of the bed, his voice so low and steady it's almost part of the purr. "Let us in. No one else. Just your mates.”
Adam lets out a desperate whine as his eyes move from Raff to Cliff and back again, tracking them both with that unfocused, fever-bright attention. Another cramp rolls through him, and he drops his head, a guttural sound pressing out from between his clenched teeth, shuddering with the effort of riding it out.
Then it passes and Adam lifts his head again, and looks at Cliff then Raff, and says, "Come."
The word is barely out of Adam's mouth before both alphas are moving, their muscular bodies crawling onto the bed from opposite sides.
Adam is smaller than both of them, and as they surround him, I'm struck by how delicate he looks between them. Like prey caught between two predators.
"Lie down," Cliff murmurs, his hands gentle as he helps Adam onto his side. “Let us fix you.”
Raff moves behind Adam, spooning against his back while Cliff faces him from the front. They handle him like he’s precious cargo, positioning him so he's protected between their big bodies.
Adam whimpers as another cramp hits, his body trembling violently.
"Shh," Raff whispers against his neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. "We're here now. We'll make it better." His hand slides down Adam's side, over his hip, to grip his cock.
Cliff lowers his head, capturing Adam's mouth in a deep kiss. I watch as Adam responds eagerly, his hands coming up to tangle in Cliff's hair. Raff's mouth moves along Adam's shoulder, kissing and licking his way down to where it meets his neck.
Adam moans into Cliff's mouth as Raff begins to stroke him, slow and steady. The omega’s hips buck forward, seeking more friction.
"Like that, omega?" Raff murmurs against his skin. "Does that feel better?"
Adam can only pant in response, his body arching between them. Cliff's mouth moves to Adam's chest, his tongue circling one nipple before closing over it. Adam's back arches off the bed, a strangled sound tearing from his throat.
"Look at you," Cliff growls against his skin. "So fucking perfect."
My own body responds to the scene before me. Heat pools in my belly and slick soaks through my leggings. I press my thighs together, but it's no use. The scent of three aroused males fills the room, mingling with Adam's omegapheromones, and my body is winding up despite my best efforts to remain in control.
Perrin shifts next to me, and I realize he's facing me. I turn to look at the beta, and his eyes drop to where my thighs are pressed together, then back to my face.
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, his voice barely audible over the sounds coming from the bed.
"I'm fine," I lie, my cheeks flushing with heat.
Perrin hesitates, then says, "Do you…” He takes a breath. “Do you need me to tend to you?”
The question sends electricity through me.Tend to you.Like I'm in heat too. Like he sees what's happening to my body and wants to help. My heart flutters at the thought of Perrin touching me, of his hands on my skin, of his mouth on mine.
Before I can answer, a particularly loud cry from Adam draws our attention back to the bed. Raff has shifted, sitting with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He pulls Adam into his lap, positioning the omega to face Cliff with his legs spread wide.
"Ready?" Raff asks, his voice rough with desire as he grips Adam's hips.
Adam nods, his face scrunched in pain. "Yes," he whimpers. "Please."
Raff lowers the omega down onto his cock, and Adam cries out, his body tensing as he's slowly impaled. Raff stills once he's fully inside, giving Adam time to adjust.
"God," Raff groans. "You are so fucking wet.”
Then he begins to move.
Raff's hands grip Adam's hips, controlling the rhythm as he forces the omega to bounce on his cock. Each downward movement is deliberate, drawing out the moment until Adam is fully seated before lifting him again.
Adam's hard cock slaps against his stomach, a lewd wet sound that makes my body clench in response.
I can see how thoroughly wrecked Adam already is.
His face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and eyes glazed with a feverish heat. Slick pours from him, coating Raff's cock and dripping onto the sheets below.
