I clamp those muscles one more time.
And my alphas snap.
They show no mercy, fucking hard and deep, smacking our pelvic bones against one another. The sound of sloppy wet fucking fills the room as their masculine scents intensify.
Time slows and speeds. It ceases to have meaning.
This is all there is.
Sweaty skin. Panting. Smacking. Fingers tracing a bull’s-eye on my clit.
Ridge comes first, hot jets shooting into me as his fingers curl and dig into my shoulder. The added heat must do something to me because I follow shortly after, bright sparks bursting behind my eyelids when Kylian pinches my clit between his fingers.
And then Kylian roars, a feral, unhinged sound filling our nest as he pulses inside of me, his dick tapping at my G-spot and sending new shudders through me.
I collapse on top of him as Ridge slowly withdraws with a sensitive hiss.
And I stay that way, splayed across Kylian's chest, our bodies locked together by his knot, listening to his heart rate gradually change from frantic to perfectly content.
54
RIDGE
I stareat the back of Brylee’s head as she strides ahead of me down the hallway at our current outpost, a base that’s about three hours from the capital. Her walk is pure feminine confidence.
My dick gets a little stiff staring at her ass in her fatigues, just as it always does, but there’s also something about her that fucking melts my heart like plastic cheese.
It’s an emotion that I would have labeled weak and pathetic once upon a time. Something I would have scoffed at other alphas over. I used to hate the men on the field who would turn down hanging out so they could go call their wives. To me, there wasn’t anything more important than battle, and there wasn’t anything more alpha than winning.
Who cares about winning a war if you have nothing to protect? What do you do after the battles are over and the fights are done? Why did you fight in the first place if not to have a home to go to where your mate awaits you with freshly burnt bread and the prettiest fucking smile you ever saw?
But I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
Youth is for fools.
Now, I know this feeling is a feature, not a bug, as Luka would say. It’s part of the design.
We were made to protect her. Meant to adore her. And I’m so proud every damned day when I think back on how far she’s come.
She was a defiant little shit who was weak as hell when she posed as her brother at Eros. But now she’s had a year of Krav Maga and a year of one-on-one training with Kylian, which (when they didn’t devolve into sweaty mattress-wrestling fuckfests) have actually made our pretty little mate into a physical force to be reckoned with.
She can throw a man across the room. Just threw me yesterday actually, my back reminds me with a twinge.
And as for dedication? Forget it. This woman is a bulldozer in the best of ways.
She’s had to take so much shit in the ranks for coming out openly with us. So much mockery and disdain. But she’s learned to bite back.
My newest favorite is: “Wait. I’m not an alpha?” She’ll turn to one of us with this mocking, shocked look widening her gorgeous blue eyes. “Bring me my bathing toaster!”
By the time the idiots figured out what she meant, she turned on her heel and strutted off.
It’s all I can do not to slam her up against the nearest wall and take her when she does that.
But they don’t deserve to watch.
“Ridge. Ridge?” Luka taps my arm as we near the end of the hall, breaking me out of my thoughts, and I turn to him. His brow is furrowed, and he’s got a map pulled up on his tablet. “You packed those omega scent grenades?”
“Yeah.”
