And then—his mouth was on her. Her body arched violently, the first firm, deliberate stroke of his tongue sending lightning through her veins. He didn’t hold back, devouring her with devastating intent; each flick of his tongue, each wet, wicked drag sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Her fingers scrabbled against the furs. Her head fell back, breasts heaving between tattered silks. She tried to hold still, to savour this exquisite torment, but the pressure between her thighs—the suction of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue—robbed her of restraint.
A whimper broke from her as she tilted her hips, undulating beneath him, angling herself to feel more. More friction, more closeness—morehim. But no matter how perfectly he moved, no matter how deep his fingers and tongue pressed inside her or how skillfully his mouth worshipped her, it wasn’t enough.
The ache inside her had turned into something raw and consuming. She neededthem. Needed the delicious stretch of them rooting deep inside her, the hot spill of their release, over and over and over, until this relentless burn of her Heat finally eased.
Alarik’s scent washed over her just as strong fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. His mouth captured hers, devouring, demanding, unwilling to be left behind. She gasped against his lips, dizzy with the taste of him. Her hands found him, clutching at his chest, fingers tugging, unfastening, desperate to feel him, to touch skin instead of fabric.
When she finally pushed his jacket from his shoulders, finally felt the heat of his bare chest beneath her palms, a low, aching groan escaped her.
Alarik swallowed the sound, slanting his mouth against her, tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with her own. His hand slid down and palmed the swell of her breast, rolling the stiffened peak between his fingers.
Kaelen’s three fingers parted her, entered her, finally caressing the spot he’d always managed to find so effortlessly. Knuckles curled, the rough pad of his fingertips rubbed, kneaded, and tortured the same place over and over until she sobbed into Alarik’s mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks, spiking her lashes.
Between them—between her Alphas—she was coming undone.
And it was only the beginning.
Kaelen snarled with impatience. He left her just long enough to undress himself. A raw, guttural sound ripped from his throat as he pushed her knees toward her shoulders, spreading them wide, forcing her open beneath him. He came into her with no preamble, no hesitation, just the overwhelming force of him slamming home in one brutal stroke.
Reiya screamed, arching off the furs. Her body clenched desperately around the thick length, straining to take him. Her nerves were alight with pleasure so sharp it was nearly painful.
He’d never taken her like this before. Never without restraint. Never without teasing, savouring, pushing her to the brink with that insufferable control of his.
Now, he was gone, lost to her, tothis—the primal instinct consuming them both.
He was thick, hot, pulsing inside her as he thrust all the way, rooting deep inside her. She shuddered violently, her walls stretching around him. He didn’t wait, pulling back, almost leaving her empty before slamming back in, the sheer force of his thrust shoving her up the furs, tearing helpless cries from her lips.
He wasn’t careful. Wasn’t patient. He wasstarving, fucking her with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm that sent pleasure lancing through her, setting her nerves ablaze.
She couldn’t think—only feel. The vigorous sounds of their bodies meeting filled the cave, slick and desperate, a rhythm that consumed her. Kaelen’s grip tightened on her hips, positioning her precisely where he wanted her. With every thrust, he pulled back until only his tip was lodged inside her. She choked on a moan when he snapped his hips, filling her to the base where he was the thickest, coring her open all over again. Her body had no choice but to surrender, to mould itselfaround him, to take and take and take as he ploughed her with each devastating thrust.
Her head lolled back, mouth parting in a helpless moan as heat coiled tighter and tighter inside her—a feverish knot of pleasure building too much, too fast.
Kaelen groaned, dropping his head, eyes glued to the place where she took him deep.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice wrecked, almost delirious. “So perfect. Gods, Reiya?—”
A desperate, animalistic sound tore from his throat as he snapped his hips again, coming down to cage her body and grinding deep, now hitting the pocket of flesh so high inside her that she clawed at his back. She no longer cared if her nails left marks; no longer capable of words, of thought, of anything beyond this.
She was close—so close.
Alarik’s grip in her hair tightened, tilting her head back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes burned, dark and molten, watching her with a raw, unguarded hunger that sent another pulse of heat flowing through her.
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.
Kaelen wasn’t the only one who’d ruin her tonight.
She twisted and pushed up onto her elbows. Her nails scratched down Alarik’s broad chest, tracing the rippling muscles of his stomach. He was still half-dressed, the laces of his breeches straining against his arousal. He didn’t bother with patience. His fingers yanked at the bindings, making quick work of the knots before shoving the fabric down his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the swollen tip already glistening.
A shudder wracked through her. His scent curled around her, spiced and musky, Alpha, and the fire inside her burned that much hotter.
Her fingers curled around him, stroking once—twice—before she parted her lips and took him deep. She moaned as his length slid over her tongue, his taste flooding her senses. She wanted more, neededmore. Her fingers dug into his hips as she took him deeper, forcing herself to relax, letting him press into the back of her throat.
Alarik snarled, his hips snapping forward as if he couldn’t help himself. His head tipped back, a groan ripping from his throat as she devoured him. Sucking hard, she hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown.
