His restraint snapped like a bowstring pulled too taut. A curse torefrom his lips as he drove forward, his hips slamming into her rear with a force he hadn’t meant to use.
Reiya cried out brokenly—not in pain, but in pure, unfiltered pleasure. The sound shot straight through him, setting fire to every nerve. His hands clamped around her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he gave her what she asked for, what they both needed—deep, hard, unrelenting.
She took everything, arching back to meet his thrusts, her body welcoming him, pulling him in.
This was his.Shewas his. And gods, he would never be the same again.
A quiet rustle beside them, and Kaelen barely registered Alarik moving until his brother knelt before her, his eyes molten with intent.
Kaelen put his fingers around Reiya’s upper arms and pulled her upright. She gasped as he guided her back against his chest, her spine moulding to the solid heat of his body.
His breath, hot and uneven, fanned over her ear as he murmured, “Let Alarik see you.”
Her legs trembled, spread wide over his thighs as he held her steady. Held her open, breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Alarik’s hands drifted forward, finding her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Reiya sobbed, arching between them, her body tightening like a bowstring.
“She’s fluttering around me,” Kaelen groaned, his voice rough. “Every time you pinch her, she pulls me deeper.”
His brother pinched again, and Reiya’s head fell back onto his shoulder, her scream echoing within the stillness of the cavern. She quivered around him, her pleasure cresting so hard it nearly sent him over the edge with her.
His thrusts slowed, grinding deep as he felt her pulse around him, fisting him for everything he had.
“She’s close to her Heat,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. “I can feel it. We’ll take you together then. You’ll let us, won’t you?”
Reiya whimpered, rocking back against him, voice trembling. “Yes . . . I want that. I want you both.”
Alarik bent his head to her breasts, his tongue circling slow, deliberate strokes over the sensitive bud before closing his lips around it, sucking with sinful precision. At the same time, his hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her slick folds before pressing against the bundle of nerves Kaelen knew already throbbed for more.
A choked sob escaped Reiya’s lips, her body jerking between them as Alarik coaxed her higher. Kaelen held her steady, and neither of them let her fall.
“Easy,” Alarik soothed, but Kaelen felt the tremor that rolled through her. His grip on her hips flexed, his own restraint hanging by a thread.
Then, his brother’s fingers pressed against her pearl, circling, stroking, and Reiya broke. A sharp cry ripped from her throat as her release crashed through her, her walls fluttering around him in tight, desperate pulses. His jaw locked, his muscles coiled, fighting the raw urge to chase his own end.
Alarik lifted his head, lips glistening, a slow smirk playing at the edges. Then, he pressed his palm low on her belly, right where Kaelen filled her to the hilt.
He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt it too—the way she tightened, the way he was seated so deep inside her that even her skin bore proof of his claim.
Alarik hummed, fingers pressing just enough to make her tremble. “Do you feel him, Reiya? How deeply he’s taken you?”
She whimpered, nodding weakly, her body still trembling.
Kaelen groaned, barely clinging to control as his fingers tightened on her hips. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, voice rough but achingly tender.
“You’re beautiful like this.” Kaelen kissed the damp skin beneath her ear, his thrusts slow but unrelenting. “Ours.”
He had barely leashed his control when she turned her head, glazed eyes seeking his, raw and pleading.
“Harder, Alpha.Please.”
And just like that, his restraint snapped again.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pressed her down into the furs and drove into her, hard. The sounds of their bodies collidingechoed trough the cave. She cried out, her breath catching on a sob, body writhing beneath him, lost to the pleasure that wracked her in relentless waves.
She surrendered completely, thighs falling open, hips rising to meet each thrust, offering herself with abandon. His hand splayed over the curve of her spine, pressing her down as he took her in deep, rolling strokes that sent tremors rippling through her. The wet, obscene sound of their joining filled the nest. A raw, primal symphony of need.
Kaelen groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, his lips brushing damp hair from her neck as he rasped, “You take me so well, love. Let go. I’ve got you.”
