I groan into her mouth.
Somewhere beside us, Raff makes a low sound that tells me he's watching.
The bed shifts.
A warm, heavy presence settles in behind me, and before I've even fully registered it, two big hands find my hips. The grip is firm and wonderfully familiar.
Cliff.
My rhythm falters for half a second, and a full-body shiver moves through me as Cliff squeezes my ass. Elowen makes a soft sound beneath me, her hands tightening in my hair, pulling me back into motion, and I obey without thinking.
Then Cliff moves over my back.
His chest is warm against my spine, his weight settling over me slowly. His lips find the curve of my ear, and when he speaks, his voice is a throaty purr.
"There he is," he murmurs. "There's my good boy."
My body thrums from head to toe.
Whatever she sees there makes her bite her lower lip. Then she pulls me down by the back of my neck, and she kisses me hard.
"My perfect mates," Cliff snarls against my ear, the word barely recognizable as language. "I'm going to fuck this ass while you fill her up.”
His hands find my ass and he doesn't waste time, pushing one slick finger inside me. He’s almost frantic as he pumps, prepping me as fast as he can.
A sound comes out of him that isn't quite a word. He's too far gone for words. "Yes," he growls, and Elowen’s pussy clenches on my shaft.
"That’s it," Cliff murmurs, pumping his finger in and out. "Open up for me."
I try to relax, I really do, but my body is trembling with anticipation.
Cliff adds a second finger, stretching me wider. The dual sensations of Elowen's wet heat and Cliff's fingers working my ass is almost too much.
"Please," I gasp against Elowen's lips, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Cliff's fingers withdraw, leaving me empty for a moment. Then something much larger presses against my entrance. His cock. Big, thick, and rock-hard.
"Look at me," Elowen whispers as her hands come up to cup my face. "I want to watch you."
I force my eyes open as Cliff pushes inside me. The stretch is intense, burning in the best way. My eyes squeeze shut as he breaches me, filling me inch by inch until he's fully seated.
"Breathe," Elowen murmurs, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Just breathe, Perrin."
I try, but my body is trembling uncontrollably. The feeling of being so full. Elowen's soft pussy and Cliff's hard cock is overwhelming.
Then Cliff starts to move.
His first thrust forces me deeper into Elowen, drawing a gasp from both of us. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each snap of his hips pushing me into her, then pulling me back onto his cock.
A soft moan escapes Elowen's lips, her eyes floating closed, and the little smile on her face has gone slack and dreamy in a way that tells me she's not fully here anymore. The pheromones in this room are doing something to her, pulling her under.
Cliff's thick length stretches me wide, the sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room. Every thrust sends jolts of electricity through me, my body caught between the soft warmth beneath me and the powerful presence behind me.
"Fuck," I groan, my head dropping to Elowen's shoulder.
Between the scent of Adam's heat, Elle’s warmth, and two alphas in full rut saturating every inch of this room, the air itself feels thick and alive. My beta nose isn't built to process this much at once, but even I'm starting to feel the edges of it. It’s like a low buzzing warmth, sitting right beneath my skin.
It's not consuming me the way it's consuming them.
