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Rafe growls at Jonah’s defiance, but Jonah shrugs against me. “Sorry, man, she’s the bigger Alpha right now.”
“Tap my clit,” I say breathlessly, hips rocking into Jonah’s touch.
“One finger,” Rafe adds. “Slow. Very slow.”
You might pull dominance on him, Willa, but I’m still going to make you work for your release.
I allow a small growl to eke from between my curled lips.
“I don’t think she likes that idea, man,” Jonah says with a smile in his voice.
Is that true, Willa?
Another guttural growl.
Then tell your Alpha exactly what you want, sweet Omega.
“I want it rough, Rafe. I’m done dicking around with this slow high school shit. Fuck me. Both of you.”
Rafe’s gaze blazes as locks eyes with Jonah above me.
A single nod.
One upward nod, and I’m getting yanked off the bed, spun around, and my underwear is ripped off me so fast, I don’t know whose hands are doing what.
And I fucking love it.
Rafe somehow ends up beneath me and naked, pulling my hips toward his extremely impressive cock. I’m so soaked, the head slides right in, making both of us groan.
“Fuuuck, you feel good, Omega.”
I grind myself around on his knot as Jonah guides my torso forward, so I’m chest to chest with Rafe.
“There ya go, my gorgeous little slut. What a fucking beautiful sight, seeing you rocking on your Alpha’s knot from behind, like this.” He lets a low growl rattle in the back of his throat before sliding his lube-slicked finger around on my bum.
“How rough do you want it?” Rafe asks, threading his fingers in my hair and pulling just the right amount.
A shudder rolls down my back as Jonah shifts behind me, pressing himself against my butt.
If only old Willa knew what her future held.
I let myself get lost in my mates, their cocks, and every delicious thing they do to my body.
Chapter3
Thief of Hearts
The knockingat my purple front door stirs me from the cocoon of sex-induced slumber.
I murmur into Rafe’s chest to answer it, but he only grunts and pulls me closer.
I nudge Jonah with an elbow. “Wha… whazzit?”
“Door.”
“Mmm, no. No doors.” He promptly resumes snoring.
The knocking continues, more insistent this time, so I untangle myself from the pile of limbs and sheets and pad to the front of the house.
