All three of them groaned when Alarik was as deep as he could go, the stretch from both sides exquisite, the fullness lighting a fire low in her belly that left her trembling.
“Reiya . . .” Alarik’s voice thrummed low, reverent as his mouth brushed along her jawline, his palm cupping her face with gentle possession. “We’ve waited so long for this.”
Her throat tightened, heartbeat stuttering as Kaelen’s gaze met hers, darkened by the hunger she found there—but beneath it was devotion. Adoration.
Kaelen sat up. His hands skimmed up her waist, pressing firm against her ribs, up to cup her breasts as his lips grazed over one aching peak. His tongue flicked against her nipple, and she sobbed at the shock of sensation, her hips rolling harder, chasing the fire coiling tight inside her.
“Ride us Omega,” Alarik whispered against her ear, his voice roughened with need. “Show us how much you want it.”
A whimper slipped free as she arched, pressing her hips back into Alarik, her hand splaying over the ridges of his thigh, nails dragging faintly along the muscled planes. Kaelen shifted beneath her, stillseated deep inside, the stretch of him already testing her limits. But she craved it—craved them both.
The soft press of Kaelen’s thumb against her bud drew a sharp inhale, his touch knowing, unhurried, circling in featherlight strokes that left her trembling. She shifted against him, her body answering the call instinctively as she pressed back into Alarik’s slow, deliberate advance.
And then she moved—or maybe they all moved together—and the world narrowed to the slick slide of skin, the sharp, perfect ache of being so exquisitely filled, the way their bodies fit as though the three of them had been made for this moment, for this storm of breath and need and surrender.
She gave herself over to it—to them—her mind shattering into pieces as the heat spiralled, relentless, beautiful, right.
Kaelen tugged her forward until his mouth closed around her breast. His tongue flicked over the pebbled tip, teasing, before he drew it between his lips and sucked gently, pulling her deeper into sensation. Alarik’s grip on her upper arm tightened, his thrusts matching the pace Kaelen set beneath her.
When his hand fisted in her hair, tugging just enough to arch her back, she gasped, hips tilting instinctively to take them both deeper. Their thrusts only stoked the fire burning inside her, every snap of their hips grinding against the parts of her that craved them most.
Kaelen bit softly along the underside of her breast, his hands locking her hips down as he began to thrust harder, hips slamming up to meet her in deep, unrelenting strokes. Alarik followed his rhythm, matching each surge forward as though they were one entity—driving into her, grinding against the thin barrier inside her, stretching her wider. The rhythm blurred into something primal, as if they could feel her unravelling between them.
Alarik was silent, the force behind his movements speaking louder than words ever could. His hips snapped forward, pelvis slapping her soft cheeks, punishing and raw.
Kaelen, however, wasnotsilent.A steady stream of filthy, decadent words poured from his lips—wicked and reverent all at once, praisingher, owning her, until her moans tangled with his, shameless and pleading.
She was no better. She writhed between them, gasping for more, begging in cries and broken syllables she barely recognized as her own.
They answered with ruthless precision, thrusts growing more insistent, driving her closer to the edge with each roll of their bodies.
It was too much, and yet—not enough.
Her body tightened, shivering as pleasure crested higher, teetering on the brink of something devastating.
“Take me. Bite me,” she sobbed. “I’m yours.”
Kaelen’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching for just a moment before instinct won.
His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her throat, sharp and final, a claiming that sent fire racing through her veins.
Alarik followed, his mouth sealing over her shoulder, his bite just as fierce, just as unrelenting.
And then—something snapped into place. A rush of heat, a pulse of something vast, ancient, undeniable coiled through her chest, stretching between them, bonding them together in a way that went beyond body, beyond touch.
A shared cry tore from them as climax seized them, the sharp snap of pleasure cresting and breaking. She felt them—her Alphas—thrust deep, the hot rush of their release filling her, soaking her insides. Her eyes flew wide open when she felt them swelling, thickening, locking her in place, and something inside her shattered wide open. A dizzying euphoria rippled through her, fierce and heady, a sensation that wasn’t just pleasure but belonging, a certainty that she was theirs and they were hers. Her body trembled, the bond singing through her blood, and she clung to them as the world blurred into heat and the fierce, unshakable pulse ofmine, mine, mine.
Kaelen’s growl rumbled against her throat, primal, satisfied, victorious. Alarik groaned into her shoulder, still gasping, mouth dragging over the new mark he’d left.
The bond thrummed between them, not something that could be seen or touched, but felt alive nonetheless—a tangible connection between the three of them. Immutable. Irrevocable.
Kaelen turned her face to his, his lips brushing over hers, golden eyes fierce and soft all at once.
“You are ours,” he murmured, voice thick with devotion.
Alarik’s hands smoothed down her spine, his own voice a vow. “As we are yours.”
Tenderness filled her chest. She raked her fingers in Kaelen’s hair, her other hand curling against Alarik’s hip, gripping them both, holding them close.
