His movements slowed, his brow furrowing in concentration, sweat dripping down his forehead, as though his focus alone could draw out their shared pleasure.
Kaelen’s chuckle brushed her cheek, rough and teasing. “Can you take more, Sáel?”
There wasmore?She clenched at the thought, shaking her head instinctively, but her body betrayed her, weeping more around Alarik.
Kaelen’s long, graceful fingers slid down to her legs, guiding them gently to bend at the knees, opening her further. Alarik sank deeper with this change in angle, hitting a different spot, and her cry tore from her throat—a raw, primal sound.
Sweat beaded at her temples, trickling down to her neck and shoulders, mingling with Alarik’s as he loomed over her, hips never stopping. Their connection was carved into every moan, every rhythmic clap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of her body yielding to him, over and over.
Kaelen changed position, kneeling beside her, his gaze dark as his hand splayed over her belly, watching Alarik sink to the hilt. He growled low in his throat.
“You take him so deeply,” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of her ear before he bit her lobe gently. “Good Omega. Imagine how full you’ll be when we’re both inside you.”
His words raced through her like wildfire. His voice—low, steady, thick with intent—was its own kind of seduction, winding tightly around the pleasure in her belly.
“Kaelen,” she rasped. “You’re always teasing me.”
His chuckle was rough, almost helpless, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I’m not teasing you, Brightheart. I’m torturing myself.”
Reiya dragged him down for a kiss, swallowing his groan as her fingers fumbled at his jacket. She barely had time to grasp the fabric before Kaelen ripped it free, tossing it aside. His shirt followed. Heat rolled off his bare skin, muscles flexing beneath her palms as she traced over his chest, the sharp ridges of his abdomen.
Alarik was still moving inside her, each thrust sending a ripple of pleasure through her body, and her touch on Kaelen grew erratic, desperate.
Her fingers dipped lower, feeling his hardness beneath his breeches.He unlaced himself, pulling the fabric down. Her first touch on his length had him groaning. He was hot and hard beneath her touch, the weight of him heavy in her palm. A sharp breath left him, his hips jerking involuntarily into her grasp as her fingers tightened around him.
Kaelen exhaled sharply, collapsing onto the furs beside her, his golden eyes heavy-lidded with need. Her fingers still curled around him, feeling the contrast of him—silken heat over rigid flesh. The way he twitched under her touch made her want to please him, tease him, drive him to his breaking point.
He was beautiful like this, sprawled beside her, undone by her hands alone.
Her fingers moved with newfound confidence, tracing along the thick ridge of him, mapping the sensitive spots that had him flexing his thighs beneath her touch. He was hot, thick in her palm, and when she squeezed just slightly, his head fell back onto the furs, exposing the strong column of his throat.
Alarik bent lower. “See what you’ve done?” he rasped in her ear. “Make him fall apart for you, Omega.”
Kaelen let out a tortured chuckle, but there was no teasing in it—only surrender.
“She’s going to ruin me before I’m even inside her,” he said, his voice hoarse as Reiya stroked him, matching the rhythm of Alarik’s thrusts.
With a low growl, Alarik slipped his hand beneath her bottom, lifting her hips effortlessly. The new angle changed everything. His next thrust struck deep—right against that tender spot hidden inside her, near the door to her womb.
Reiya choked on a cry, spine arching off the furs.
Alarik didn’t stop, shifting again. One hand hooked her leg, guiding it over his shoulder. His thrusts sharpened, the stretch of him even more intense.
Reiya’s vision blurred, pleasure consuming her as he drove into her, each deep thrust sending her spiralling toward the edge. His palm pressed against her lower belly, amplifying the sensation, while histhumb worked her swollen bud in perfect tandem—relentless, unyielding—until release coiled tight within her, ready to snap.
“I can’t fuck you enough,” Alarik growled, the rare roughness in his voice skittering down Reiya’s spine. He was usually so quiet, steady—but the raw, unfiltered hunger in his crude words ignited her. She clenched around him, a fresh rush of slick coating his length as he drove deeper. “It’s never going to be enough.”
Her breath hitched as he leaned forward, his weight pressing her down onto the furs. The breadth of his body parted her legs wide, knees pushed back until they almost reached her breasts. His larger body curled over hers, arms braced on either side, caging her like something precious and breakable—yet the way he claimed her was anything but gentle.
He dominated her senses. She released Kaelen to wrap her arms around Alarik’s shoulders, pulling him down to meet her lips. His kiss was as demanding as his claiming, the taste of him rich and intoxicating. She moaned softly beneath his mouth, gasping when his hips rolled forward, the tip of him nudging insistently against the tender wall of her womb.
He filled her completely.
And gods, he feltperfect.
She dragged her lips to his ear, whispering, “You’re perfect like this. You feel so good . . . so good, Alpha.”
He shuddered at the words. She felt it in the tension of his back, the way his next thrust faltered—just barely—as if the praise unsettled him, unexpected and new.
