Page 24 of Bite for Sore Eyes

A guttural groan ripped from Torren's throat, his hand tangling gently in her hair. "Lana..."

The sound of Torren's pleasure and the feel of Rath moving relentlessly within her created a feedback loop of escalating ecstasy. She could see Rath's eyes, locked not on her, but on his best friend's face, watching Torren experience pleasure at her hand and mouth. But there was no jealousy in that gaze, only a fierce, shared triumph. Then Rath's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. The dual sensations were pushing her rapidly toward another precipice, and just as the tension became unbearable, Torren pulled himself from her mouth.

"Let go, Lana," Torren murmured as he lowered his head and captured one taut nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply while his thumb circled the other.

That was the final connection. The sharp, sweet pull on her breasts combined with Rath's deep, pounding rhythm shattered her completely. Her orgasm detonated, a supernova of pleasure that tore a cry from her throat. It was more violent, more all-consuming than the first, wracking her body with convulsions so intense she lost all control, her inner muscles clenching and milking Rath in relentless waves.

The fierce grip of her release triggered his own and Torren moved away to give them space. With a roar that was pure bear, Rath drove into her one final, shuddering time, his body locking as he spilled his heat deep inside her. Then he collapsed against her, his weight a solid, comforting anchor as they both rode the fading tremors.

Torren stayed where he was on the side of the bed, giving them this moment of shared, breathless completion. Lana floated in the aftermath, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Rath's sweat-dampened back, her other hand reaching until it found Torren's thigh.

The silence was profound, broken only by the crackle of the fire and their slowing breaths, and a small, reckless part of her thought she might just dissolve into the mattress right there.

No. That's not fair.

Torren was still beside the bed, his eyes dark with a patient, smoldering hunger that sent a fresh, impossible thrill through her. She wouldn't leave him wanting. Not when he'd given her so much trust.

She felt Rath's muscles tensing as he clearly sensed the direction of her thoughts, and he pulled himself from her, the intimate separation making her gasp softly. Then he stood beside the bed, a towering figure of sculpted muscle, and his gaze locked with Torren's. No words passed between them. Just a look, a slight nod from Rath, and the silent transfer was understood.

Your turn.

Lana pushed herself up on trembling arms, and her mind, always seeking efficient solutions, offered a new configuration. If her body was this sensitive, this overwhelmed, a different angle might help her manage the staggering intensity. She moved, turning onto her hands and knees on the soft covers. The position felt primal, submissive, but the power in the room remained squarely with her—she was the one choosing this.

She positioned herself so her head was toward Rath, who now stood directly before her at the bedside. She looked up the long, powerful line of his body to find his green eyes blazing down at her.

"Torren," she breathed. "I'm ready for you."

Torren understood her intent perfectly. She felt the bed dip under his weight, felt the heat of his large body as he moved into place behind her, and felt his hands settled on her hips. Then she felt him—the broad head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

He was different. Where Rath had been a relentless, claiming force, Torren felt deliberate. He pressed forward with a controlled patience that was its own kind of torment, stretching her inch by exquisite inch until he was fully sheathed inside her. Her head dropped forward and a moan tore from her throat. The feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly claimed from behind while Rath watched, was a sensory overload.

Her eyes fixed on Rath, his pupils blown wide and his jaw clenched as he watched Torren take her. But there was no jealousy in his gaze, only a fierce, shared fascination.

They're learning, Lana thought blissfully. They're actually learning to share me.

The realization sent a wave of emotion so potent it tightened her throat. This triad wasn't just surviving its first test; it was thriving. She felt worshipped, cherished, and seen by two magnificent Alphas who trusted each other enough to give her everything.

Torren moved in a slow, deep rhythm that was maddening, a stark contrast to Rath's earlier driving rhythm, but it was just as perfect. She reached out a trembling hand, wrapping her fingers around Rath's hard cock, and she stroked him in time with Torren's thrusts, a clumsy but earnest synchronization.

"That's it," Rath gritted out. "Balance, Lana. Just like that."

She was learning too. Learning how to pleasure them as they pleasured her, how to be the connection between them. The balance, which had seemed like an impossible equation an hour ago, was becoming instinct.

Torren's thrusts grew harder, deeper, his control fraying as he chased his climax. The force of him drove her forward, and she used the motion, leaning in to take Rath fully into her mouth. Then the world narrowed to sensation. The thick slide of Torren within her, the salty taste of Rath on her tongue, the sound of their ragged breaths and guttural groans.

It was too much.

A third orgasm was building in her core, a pressure so intense she whimpered around Rath. He must have felt the vibrations and sensed the imminent shatter because with a ragged curse, he pulled himself from her mouth and he bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as Torren hammered into her.

Her orgasm soon exploded outward and she moaned against Rath's mouth as her body convulsed, her inner walls clenching around Torren's cock in pulsating waves. Then Rath broke the kiss, pulling back to watch her face as she fell apart. The visual must have broken Torren's last shred of control because a raw, shattered groan tore from him, and he buried himself to the hilt, his own release pumping into her in hot, claiming pulses as his body shuddered against hers.

Utterly spent, Lana collapsed forward onto the bed, and Torren slid out of her. Rath moved, stretching out beside her and gathering her into the solid warmth of his chest. A moment later, Torren lay down behind her, his front molding to her back, one hand resting possessively on her hip. She was perfectly sandwiched between their warm bodies, covered in the scent and sweat and essence of both her mates, and a profound safety wrapped around her.

This was everything.

Lana closed her eyes, the last of her tension melting away, and for the first time in two long years, she felt truly and completely alive.

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