His curse was a growl, hips jerking forward, fucking her mouth with sharp, ragged thrusts. He was shaking, panting, fingers tightening in her hair like he was holding on for dear life.
Between her legs, Kaelen snapped. His hands clamped onto her hips, bruising, possessive. The next brutal thrust drove her forward, forcing Alarik even deeper into her mouth. Reiya choked on a moan, the sensation overwhelming—Kaelen stretching her, pounding into her while Alarik used her mouth with the same desperate, punishing rhythm.
Sucking and slapping sounds filled the nest, raw and unrestrained. The pleasure built to a breaking point, an unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her, twisting like a spring ready to snap. She was drowning in them—in their scents, in their bodies, their strengths, the way they claimed her without restraint.
Kaelen’s head drooped and he groaned against her breasts, hands bruising against her hips as his rhythm turned erratic, desperate.
“Reiya—” His voice was raw, breaking, the last of his control slipping through his fingers. He groaned and took her breast into his mouth, suckling hard.
She whimpered in response, her body tightening around him, fisting him, needing him to give her what she craved. In front of her, Alarik snarled, his grip in her hair tightening as he guided her mouth over his cock, his body trembling as he lost himself to her.
She moaned around him, the vibration snapped the last of his control. With a deep, guttural growl, Alarik drove himself deep, spilling inside her mouth in hot, pulsing waves. The first taste of him hit her tongue, salty and rich, and a violent shudder wracked through her. She swallowed him down, every drop, her lips sealing around him as she suckled him through his release, his body jerking helplessly.
With a ragged snarl, Kaelen plunged into her, his thrusts turning desperate, punishing. She felt the thick head of his cock crowd the mouth of her womb, the force of his claiming leaving no space between them. His body tensed, muscles locked tight as he gripped her hips. Then—he shuddered, a harsh groan ripping from his throat as he released inside her.
The instant he spilled, her body convulsed around him, her climax tearing loose with a desperate cry. Her head fell back to the furs as her spine bowed. That first hot rush inside ignited something wild, something buried deep in her Omega blood that craved to be filled, to be claimed, to be his. Her body convulsed, walls clamping down on Kaelen’s cock to squeeze more from him. He kept himself buried, not pulling out, hips jerking as he continued to pulse inside her.
She could feel it—their scents, their heat, their pleasure, their release marking her from the inside out. Her limbs quivered, her vision whiting out as the pleasure consumed her, wave after relentless wave. She was drowning in it; in them, in the sheer, unyielding bliss of being claimed by her Alphas.
Kaelen groaned against her breasts, his body still twitching even after he spent, his breath ragged as he collapsed against her, still deep inside her.
Alarik’s hands cradled her face, his lips brushing over hers, soft despite his own pleasure still rolling through him in aftershocks.
They stayed like that, tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, with each other, the scent of their completion thick in the air.
Kaelen shifted slightly, his cock still nestled inside her, making her whimper as another aftershock rippled through her. He growled, his fingers trailing up her stomach, over the slight swell of her womb, as if savouring the fact that his seed was there, deep inside her, where it belonged.
Alarik smirked lazily, pressing a kiss to her temple before murmuring against her skin, “We’re not done yet, Ketra.”
Her Omega already stirred, hungry for the next touch, the next claim.
Kaelen pulled out. The loss was immediate, jarring. She gasped at the absence of his heat, at the slick, aching emptiness where he’d filled her so completely. The wet sound of their bodies separating sent ashudder through her, and she barely registered the way their mingled release dripped down her inner thighs.
It was too soon. Already she was whimpering, her body clenching at the void, already desperate for more.
But Kaelen didn’t leave her waiting.
He shifted, reclining onto the furs, golden eyes molten as he stretched his arms out in silent invitation. An offering. A command. His chest rose and fell, but his gaze stayed locked onto her, dark and ravenous.
Reiya didn’t hesitate. She straddled his hips and took him in one slow, desperate glide, sinking down onto him in a single motion. Her body clenched, stretched—too much, yet not enough. The pleasure was blinding, stars flickering behind her eyelids as she moved over him, positioning him where she wanted him.
She turned to look over her shoulder, extending her hand toward Alarik, beckoning him closer. His hands slid down her spine, his touch featherlight as he spread her open for his eyes to devour. Harsh breaths skimmed her shoulder. Kaelen held her steady as Alarik’s fingers teased the sensitive skin of her backside, dipping lower, testing her readiness.
She tensed, but Kaelen’s warm hands smoothed over her hips, keeping her still. She moaned softly, tilting her hips as Alarik’s fingers gently pressed into her, coaxing her open.
Her skin felt feverish everywhere her mates’ hands anchored her in place. She tried to exhale the tension from her limbs, trustingthem, though it did little to calm the shiver racing down her spine. Anticipation coiled low in her belly, thick and aching.
The first cool drizzle of oil made her gasp, the contrast sharp against the molten heat pooling inside her. Alarik’s fingers followed, slow and deliberate as he spread the slickness between her cheeks, each stroke drawing a low hum from his chest. His touch was reverent despite the Heat’s urgency, yet the slight drag of his fingertips teased at the edge of restraint. Every circle, every gentle dip coaxed her open—worshipful in its care, though the burn remained.
The faint tremble of her muscles betrayed her hesitation, but Alarik’s patience never wavered. When he was certain she was ready,the slickened head of his cock nudged against her, the blunt pressure igniting a fresh spark of heat.
Her body tensed instinctively, but his lips found her shoulder, lingering, teeth grazing lightly over sensitive skin, right where she ached for him to bite her.
“Breathe, Ketra,” he whispered, voice rough with restraint, the rasp curling warm against her ear.
She swallowed, letting herself melt by degrees into the solid expanse of his chest. This was trust—unyielding, grounding. They were hers as much as she was theirs, and so she stayed still, trembling as he eased forward.
Every inch stretched her open, the ache mingling with the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly. He moved with aching slowness, stopping often to kiss the curve of her neck, oiled hands kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, lips parting on a soft moan as she surrendered, the ache morphing into pulsing pleasures.
