Griffin makes a low sound in his throat, somewhere between a growl and a groan.
“I don’t share,” he says.
“You do tonight.” Silas’s tone leaves no room for argument. “She’s in heat. She needs all of us. Not one of us trying to claim her while the other two watch.”
“She’s not yours to?—”
“She’s not anyone’s.” Silas cuts Griffin off, his hands stilling on Caroline’s hips. “That’s the point. She’s hers. And right now, her body is telling her she needs more than one Alpha can give. So we can either work together, or we can fight over her and leave her unsatisfied. Your choice.”
Silence. Caroline’s breathing fills the gap, ragged and desperate. Her hips rock against Silas, seeking friction, seeking more.
Griffin’s jaw works. His eyes move from Silas to me to Caroline, and I can see the war raging behind them. The Alpha who wants to fight, to claim, to win. And the man who loves her enough to put her needs above his pride.
“Fine,” he finally says. “Fine. But I go next. Inside her.”
My own Alpha bristles at that. I want to argue, want to stake my claim, but Silas is right. We’re going to hurt her if we don’t get this under control.
“Agreed,” I say. The words taste like ash.
Caroline pulls off Griffin and looks up at all three of us. Her eyes are glazed, fever-bright, but there’s awareness there too. Understanding.
“Stop fighting,” she whispers. “Please. I need you. All of you. Don’t make me choose.”
No one argues with that.
Griffin moves first. He strips off his shirt, kicks free of his pants and boxers, and pulls Caroline into his lap. She goes willingly, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms looping around his neck. He kisses her, and she melts into him.
I watch. My cock aches, neglected, but I don’t reach for it. I wait.
Silas moves behind her. His shirt comes off, revealing a lean torso crisscrossed with scars I don’t recognize. Rune burns, maybe. Battle marks. He presses against her back, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, and she shivers between them.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” Griffin murmurs against her lips.
She shifts, repositioning herself on her hands and knees between us. Griffin moves behind her, his hands gripping herhips, his cock lined up with her entrance. Silas settles in front of her, his back against the couch, his cock level with her mouth.
They don’t even have to coordinate. They just… move.
Griffin pushes inside her, and she gasps, her head dropping forward. Silas takes the opportunity to slide into her mouth, and the sound she makes—muffled, overwhelmed, perfect—goes straight to my cock.
I’m on my knees beside them before I realize I’ve moved. My hand finds her back, stroking down her spine, feeling the shift of her muscles as she takes them from both ends. She’s so wet. Slick coats her thighs, drips onto the cushions beneath her. The scent of her fills the room, thick and intoxicating.
“Harder,” she begs, the word garbled around Silas’s cock. “Please, harder.”
Griffin obliges. His hips snap forward, driving into her with a force that makes her rock forward, taking Silas deeper. They find a pace, and Caroline is caught between them, her body moving with theirs, her moans filling the room.
I trail my hand down her back to her ass, my fingers brushing against where Griffin is entering her. He growls, a warning, but doesn’t stop. My fingers slide lower, finding her clit, and I rub it in tight circles.
She screams. The sound is muffled by Silas’s cock, but I feel it vibrate through her body, feel her walls clench around Griffin.
“Fuck,” Griffin hisses. “I’m already close.”
“Don’t come yet,” I command. “Not until she does.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Griffin.”
He glares at me, but his pace slows. Just barely. Just enough.
