Gabriel smiled, and his lips were glossy with my slick. “Do you want to watch our Alpha fuck me, carissima?”
OurAlpha. “Yes,” I whispered.
Andrew’s eyes gleamed. “You heard her,” he said.
That same swooping sensation in my stomach as Gabriel propped himself on his arms and turned his head so they could kiss. A long, tender kiss that ended with Gabriel melting like putty.
My clit was still throbbing, my legs splayed wide. I touched myself as I watched, softly, wanting to make it last, but my breath was already coming faster.
Andrew didn’t make Gabriel wait this time. He reached between my legs and gathered some of the slick dripping down my thighs to coat his cock, then lined up behind Gabriel.
I watched Gabriel’s face as Andrew pushed slowly in. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as he let loose a stream of Italian that ended in a groan of “Sí, amore.”
Andrew drew back slowly, then pushed in again, faster this time. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open to mine, then flicked to where I was fucking myself with my fingers. “Brava ragazza. But do not make yourself come, mia cara. I want to feel it.”
I whimpered, but forced my pace to slow. My skin was burning again as I watched my Alpha fuck my Beta.
And theyweremine. I had tried to deny it for so long, tried to tell myself they deserved better, but they were stuck with me, no matter what. A surge of possessive desire roared through me.
“Gabriel,” I said, catching his attention. “Fuck me like he’s fucking you.”
Both of them groaned.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” Andrew said, his hips stuttering before he pulled out. “You’re going to kill us.”
Gabriel tugged me up gently until we were both on our knees. Andrew sat behind him, his legs wide enough to allow Gabriel to sink back down onto his cock with a sharp inhale. He then pulled me down, impaling me on his hard length.
Gabriel was breathless, murmuring words in Italian as I rocked above him, and Andrew rocked beneath him. My clit ground against him with each movement.
Andrew took one of my hands in his. “You’re incredible,” he said, kissing the delicate skin of my wrist and making tingles spread across my scalp. “So fucking gorgeous.”
We weren’t being quiet anymore, and Nathan was awake. I felt his awareness in our bond like a spark of light. I called out to him, pulling instinctively on the bond, until I felt his warmth behind me.
Nathan gathered my hair off my neck and kissed the bond mark he’d left there. The sensation made me cry out and buck harder on Gabriel’s lap. But when Nathan reached around to stroke my clit, I felt my pussy clench on his cock harder than before.
“Cazzo, mia cara,” Gabriel choked. “I am going to come.”
My eyes flicked to Andrew’s vivid green gaze. He still had my hand.
“You’re both mine,” I whispered, then lunged for Gabriel.
As my teeth sank into the skin where his throat met his shoulder, he cried out and I felt his cock jerk inside me as he finally succumbed. His blood on my tongue made me feel like a conquering animal. I wanted my mark on him, just below the shining white outline of Andrew’s teeth.
Andrew answered with a bite of his own. A sharp pain at my wrist twisted into a white hot bolt of pleasure.
For the countless time in the last few days, my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. But now I could feel Nathan, a solid foundation at my back and in my soul.
The sensation of a new bond forming brought me back to myself. I had collapsed on Gabriel’s chest with my mouth still at his throat.
“My fierce lioness,” he whispered in my ear.
But it wasn’t Gabriel that I felt like a glowing star in my chest.
As Andrew kissed the bond mark he’d made on my wrist, our connection solidified. Andrew was pure exhilaration. Pride, triumph, drive, joy all in one pulsing cord that felt like a bolt to the heart and obliterated everything else. I gasped as it hit me, and Gabriel seemed to understand because I was suddenly in Andrew’s arms instead, gripping him for support, as Gabriel tucked himself behind me.
Andrew held me as tightly as the bond did, kissing my cheeks, my eyelids, my lips, anything he could reach.
How could he love methis much? Even as the wave of disorientation passed, I was left marveling at its strength. My feelings were like a sparkler compared to his fireworks, but that didn’t seem to bother him at all, based on his blast of pure joy.
