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Do I want to be thoroughly fucked by them? Oh yes. Sure, the situation and location aren’t ideal, but we have to make the most of what we’ve got because we never know what’s around the corner. I will take every moment that I can get with my mates, never wasting a second.
“Yes.” My confirmation is breathy, and my skin feels too tight over my bones as Star presses against my barriers. It’s the strangest feeling, as she doesn’t want to be released, but it feels like she’s trying to tell me something. Biting down on my bottom lip, I try to think of a way to explain when Joel turns me in Syn’s arms and gently frees my lip.
“Talk to me,” he demands quietly, knowing there’s more to be said.
My nose crinkles up as I frown. “This feels… different,” I begin, cutting myself off when I realise how unhelpful the statement was. Groaning, I press my hands over my eyes as graphic images flash in my mind of exactly what I’m craving, even if I can’t explainwhy.It’s never something I’ve wanted before, so why now? “My wolf wants…” I don’t even know how to finish my sentence or how to explain the way I’m feeling, my cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.
Joel and Syn share a look, the atmosphere in the air suddenly turning thick. The scents of our desire mingle together to create the ultimate bouquet of our essence, designed to enhance our lust.
Joel licks his lower lip as he clears his throat, and I track the small movement with my eyes. He spots my attention, and the corners of his lips twitch up as he reaches out to cup my cheek with his palm. “You’ve been through a stressful situation without your mates, and now your instincts are craving stability,” he explains, his gaze locked on me as he speaks. “You need an alpha.”
Syn hums in agreement behind me, his arms dropping until he’s resting his hands on my hips. “It’s probably a good thing that you have two alphas then.”
My heart thuds against my rib cage hard enough that I’m sure they can both hear it. Is that what I need? An alpha to guide me and take the decisions off my shoulders? That must be why my wolf pushed images of me being directed, instructed, and dominated into my mind. I’ve never submitted to an alpha during sex before, always needing to keep hold of my control. However, my instincts are telling me they are right, and this is exactly what I need.
Dropping his head so his lips brush against my ear, Syn whispers the words I’ve been needing to hear. “Let us look after you, Laelia.”
Making an embarrassingly needy noise, I nod and glance between them, not knowing where to begin. Thankfully they take that decision out of my hands, sandwiching me between them so I’m facing Joel with Syn behind me.
With one hand on my hip and the other on my cheek, Joel guides my face up so he can kiss me. As I sink against him, a tension I’ve been holding since I first saw him releases, and I truly accept that he’s here. I’ve been walking around thinking I’m in a dream, but no, this is real, and with every press of his lips and swipe of his tongue, he continues to prove it.
We can finish what we started earlier, our kisses deep and passionate, sharing all of our pent-up emotions after being separated for so long. Joel has had to be so strong, leading his own pack while also absorbing mine and helping to protect them, so I put all of my gratitude into my touch. Each flick of my tongue against his and the press of our lips is a sign of my love and recognition of all he’s done.
While the two of us are getting reacquainted, Syn gets to work on removing my clothes. A tearing sound reaches me before the cool air touches my skin, and in the back of my mind, I acknowledge that he must have torn my clothes from my body. The warmth of his chest soon replaces my clothes, and I get tingles wherever our skin touches. Syn begins running his hands over me, and boy are they as wicked as his name, moving over my body like he’s trying to commit every curve to memory.
Syn’s hands continue to slide south as Joel and I kiss, dipping below the elastic of my underwear and down my slit. Groaning at the wetness he finds there, he quickly slides a finger inside me. I groan into Joel’s kisses, and before I know it, the finger is removed and running over my pussy until he gets to my clit. My kisses falter as he presses a finger against the little bundle of nerves, my knees threatening to give out at the feeling. Squirming, I attempt to ease the growing pressure, but as soon as I do, Syn’s movements on my clit stop.
“Stay still,” he says against my neck, his kisses becoming sharper as he bites me lightly, reminding me I’m not the one in control right now.
Joel hums in agreement and slides his hand up from my cheek and into my hair, grabbing a fistful of it. I’m so surprised by the action that I pause for a moment. Joel pulls back enough so he can look into my eyes and check that I’m okay, never wanting to cross a line. Really, I’m not sure why I reacted this way, as his grip isn’t hurting me, just simply holding me in place. Could he hurt me like this if he wanted to? Yes, but I know he never would, and that’s part of submitting—putting yourself in the other person’s hands.
Smiling to reassure him, I relax into his grip and lean forward as much as I can in this position, pushing out my lips to show my intention. He watches me for another second, and I’m not sure what convinces him, but I see the change in his expression just before our lips clash and we kiss like it will be our last.
Syn has been watching our interaction closely, his ministrations on my clit starting up once more, and I soon start making needy little noises into Joel’s mouth, squirming with each movement of Syn’s fingers. Huffing a laugh against my lips, Joel pulls back and raises an eyebrow as he takes me in. I feel like I’m burning up, my skin flushed and my hair a mess, and thankfully he decides to take it easy on me. Releasing my hair, he nods to the male behind me.
“Turn around and kiss Alpha Syn.”
Although I’m a little surprised at how well they seem to be working together, I don’t question it and spin on my toes until I’m facing my rogue alpha. Of course he’s waiting for me. His hands grab my hips to yank me closer, and his lips are on mine in an instant, insistent and possessive.
Fabric rustles behind me, and I get the impression that Joel is undressing, something that’s confirmed when he presses against my back and I feel the heat of his skin against mine, only his boxers left in place. He takes over Syn’s previous role of exploring every inch of my body. Collecting some of my slick from my slit, he rubs it over his fingers and pushes two inside me, quickly followed by a third. His hands are much larger than Syn’s, so the stretch takes me by surprise. Gasping into Syn’s kiss, I dig my nails into his shoulders.
His eyes flash with desire at the pinpricks of pain, and I feel his alpha power flex as he works on controlling himself. Capturing my lower lip between his teeth, he bites down, not quite hurting but pushing me to the edge. I’m panting for their attention, and I have no idea how much longer I can keep myself upright while they work on me like this.
They must sense this, because I see them share a look. Joel’s arms wrap around my middle, holding me upright against him, while Syn steps back. His eyes heat up as he looks me over, his lips quirking into a smirk. For a moment, I see what he sees, an image of myself appearing in my mind. I sag against Joel, and it looks like he’s taking my whole weight as he supports me. My cheeks are flushed, my nipples are peaked and begging to be touched, my hair is a mess, and my pupils are wide with need. I look ready to be fucked. How I’m seeing this in my mind, I have no idea, and it’s gone before I can properly decipher if I really saw it at all or if I imagined the whole thing.
Back in my own body, I allow myself to enjoy the sight before me. At some point, he removed his shirt. His black jeans are undone and slung loosely around his hips. The press of his hard cock against the fabric of his boxers tells me exactly how ready he is for me. He is the epitome of the bad boy alpha, but he doesn’t try to hide his outpouring of love for me through the bond. Sure, it’s backed up with a large portion of obsession, but that only turns me on more. He doesn’t just love me because the bond is telling him to, he’s utterly obsessed with me and he would burn this place to the ground if I asked him to.
He gestures to the mattress. “Lie on your back and show me your pretty pussy.” His smirk widens into a wicked grin. “Touch yourself, show me where I’m going to stick my dick and fill you with my cum.”
For a moment, I think about saying no. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m acutely aware of the fact that anyone could be watching us at any time, not to mention a mattress on the floor in a cell is hardly a romantic place to reconnect with your mates. However, in the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t matter to me. We all need this and will make the most of the situation. When you don’t know what tomorrow holds for you or if it will be your last, you have to live every moment.
Honestly, though, I can’t hide how much his dirty words turn me on. Pressing my thighs together, I bite down on my lip as I decide what to do next. Do I want to give in and submit? The answer comes to me easily.
With Joel’s steadying hand on my waist, I move over to the mattress and slide into the corner so I can lean up against the wall. With my legs pressed to my chest, I look up at them as they watch me with expectant expressions. Taking a deep breath, I let go of that need to control everything and embrace the freedom of simply submitting.
I push aside my embarrassment as I expose myself to them fully. They have both seen everything I have to offer before, but this feels different—intentional and dirty. Cheeks burning, I skim my hands along my legs before dipping down into my aching pussy. I’m so wet and ready that even just a brush of my finger over my clit is enough to make me groan, back arching into the touch.
It’s sordid and vulgar, and any embarrassment I was feeling quickly falls away as I see their rapt attention and longing, every movement watched with a predatory focus. I fucking love it. It’s clear how much they are enjoying watching me, and that gives me a sense of power even though I’ve supposedly given it over to them. Continuing to let my fingers explore, I don’t bother to hold back the little noises of pleasure as I dip my fingers into my entrance, needing to be filled.
