He’d never felt anything like this before. She was splayed beneath him, completely impaled, yet he was the one who felt open and . . .raw.
A primal urge to retreat warred with the vulnerability curling in his chest—an instinct to shield the tenderness she pulled so easily from him.
Reiya’s hands found his cheek.
“Let me see you, Alarik.”
He hesitated, but her voice unravelled him. Lifting himself onto his forearms, he braced over her, meeting the steady weight of her gaze. There was no fear, no hesitation—justwant. Her eyes shone with a soft, aching desire that wrapped around him as tight as any bond.
He held there, chest heaving, feeling the tremble of her thighs around his hips, the clench of her body around his length. The faint scratch of her nails against his lower stomach had him sinking into her, melting into her heat. Sweat dripped along the curve of his spine, but it wasn’t exertion that made him tremble.
It was this intimacy—the unfiltered truth of being seen and accepted by his Omega.
With their eyes locked, he thrust forward, rougher this time, the need to claim her breaking free once more. She jolted on the furs, mouth falling open, eyes glazed over as her body seized in anotherpowerful climax. Her fingers dug into his biceps, heels digging into his back to keep him close, locking him to her. Her body was fully open for him, quivering and soft, slick and dripping, but it was the quiet desperation in how she held him that pushed him closer to the edge.
“Reiya.” His voice broke, raw and pleading. “Tighter—just like that.”
Her body obeyed, drawing him in, gripping him in such hunger that sent him hurtling toward the edge. His breath turned ragged, each thrust driving him deeper, lost in the intoxicating heat of her.
The tension coiled too tight, snapping all at once. A groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his teeth sinking into the soft curve of her neck in a desperate claim. His hips jerked, rhythm breaking as release overtook him, spilling into her in deep, shuddering waves.
She held him, her body pulling him in, drinking every last drop, and Alarik could do nothing but surrender to the moment—completely, utterly hers.
His forehead rested against hers as their bodies slowly unravelled together. Reiya’s fingers stroked the damp curve of his back, soft and languid, while his lips gently traced the bite mark he gave her.
The silence that followed felt sacred—a shared breath, a heartbeat wrapped in warmth and closeness. There were no words needed.
When Reiya’s gaze flickered toward Kaelen, Alarik felt the subtle squeeze around him, her body responding instinctively to the desire in his brother’s eyes. He smiled and nudged deeper, kissing her one last time.
“I’ve kept you to myself long enough,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear before biting gently. “My brother is waiting.”
KAELEN
Alarik finally withdrew, and Kaelen watched as Reiya trembled on the furs—flushed, damp, glistening wet.
Utterly breathtaking.
He brushed a knuckle beneath her chin, tilting her face towardhim. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips told him everything he needed to know. He had waited—watched—and now his patience hung by a thread.
“On your hands and knees, love,” he whispered, voice rough.
She quivered, but there was no hesitation—only pure, unguarded grace as she moved into position, arching like a cat waking up to the sun. The sight of her, bare and glistening, offering herself so willingly, sent a shudder through him. His pulse thundered, heat coiling low in his spine as his hands traced the elegant curve of her back, the dip of her waist, the firm roundness of her hips.
His fingers flexed against her skin, memorizing the way she trembled under his touch. Slowly, he guided himself forward, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. She gasped, back arching, and when he pressed in, she arched instinctively, a hoarse cry escaping her lips as he breached her.
Even after Alarik, she was impossibly tight, her body clenching around him as if pulling him deeper, drawing him in like a tide. Heat engulfed him, velvet softness yielding, stretching to accommodate him, and his breath turned ragged before he even sank all the way. He gripped her hips and gritted his teeth, muscles tensing as he fought to move slowly, to savour the exquisite drag of her walls as they enveloped him.
Too tight. Too perfect. Too much. A strangled sound left his throat as her body yielded around him, hot and slick, clenching as if pulling him deeper, as if she was made for him.
He needed to slow down—be careful, be gentle. She was still new to this, still adjusting, and yet—fuck. The way she moved against him, the way she moaned his name, the way she took him—like it was the most natural thing in the world—threatened to shatter what little control he had left.
Then she gasped, voice wrecked and pleading.
“Alpha.”
The word shot through him like lightning, burning through every carefully held intention.
“Alpha. More—please.”
