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Feeling a mix of audacity and guilt, I slink to the floor and crawl toward the door. I’m not proud of my actions.
Staying low, I finally reach the door and peer through the glass. I know I should have left, should have run while I had the chance.
My mouth goes dry with arousal as I watch them. They are captivating in their rawness. Devlin still has Ashton bent over the coffee table, but now he’s pulled Ashton up against his chest, his hand wrapped around his throat.
Their skin glistens with sweat, their expressions filled with unbridled passion. Devlin’s lips move against Ashton’s ear, and I’m dying to know what he’s whispering. Ashton moans, his eyes squeezed shut, as Devlin moves again.
I didn’t know what to expect from an alpha rut, and maybe this isn’t it. Maybe it’s just them being them. Devlin’s hips roll slowly, and Ashton...
I bite my fist to stifle a gasp as he takes himself in hand, moving slowly. I had almost forgotten about the barbs.
Alphas have a single knot at their base, but deltas—it’s like nature took that knot and scattered it in smaller pieces along a delta’s length. My first time with Avery was a surprise, and I didn’t get a good look then.
Now, as a voyeur to my deepest desires, I watch Ashton’s head dip down. His gaze locked on his own movements. Devlin’s hand joins his, as he whispers again in his ear, and I’m desperate to hear their words.
I glance at the doorknob, tempted, but it’s a risk I’m not ready to take. Turning back to them, I freeze—they are staring right at me.
Panic and arousal collide as I kneel at the door. Their eyes are full of lust, their breaths ragged. Ashton’s gaze glazes over, drool trailing from his lip, and as he climaxes, I swear I feel it too. Behind him, Devlin cries out, his own release marking the culmination of their passion.
My body twitches, a small but unexpected orgasm rolling through me. I didn’t even know that was possible.
In the quiet morning hours, we’re all frozen, caught in a mutual gaze, coming down from the high. This relationship is new, uncharted territory for all of us, and none of us seems confident enough to speak about what just happened.
Or so I thought.
Devlin smirks at me, a clear sign that I’m about to be in deep trouble. He gently pushes Ashton back down onto the coffee table, whispering something to him, then pulls away. His arousal is evident, wet and glistening.
He stalks toward me, his eyes dark with lust. I swallow my own rising desire as he swings the door open, his gaze intense.
“Sit in the chair,” he commands, his voice rough, laced with an unexpected authority.
Licking my lips, I rise and walk to the recliner, the scent of sweet tobacco enveloping me. As I collapse into the chair, Devlin purrs with satisfaction, turning back to Ashton. He leans in, whispering loudly enough for me to hear.
“We have an audience, Ashton,” he says, gripping Ashton’s hair, eliciting a strained response from him. The evidence of his recent climax still visible.
The sight is raw, dirty, and undeniably sexy, especially as Ashton moans when Devlin positions himself behind him again.
“You want to watch?” Devlin’s voice is hard, a stark contrast to the softer side I’ve known. “Maybe we should give you a show.”
There’s a newfound hardness in Devlin, a contrast to his usual gentle demeanor, and Ashton, under Devlin’s touch, seems lost in a sensual haze, his eyes heavy with desire.
Devlin whispers something in Ashton’s ear, then they both turn their gazes on me. I swallow hard, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.
They approach me, a predatory look in their eyes. The omega inside me stirs with interest, not fear, as my arousal builds.
“Take off those sexy little shorts, Seraphina,” Devlin commands. Ashton kneels before me, his warm hands gliding up my calves to my thighs, helping me remove my shorts. Then, without a word, he helps me take off my cami.
“Sit back,” Devlin orders.
I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. I lean back in the chair, my heart racing as they continue to stare.
“Legs up and over the arms,” Devlin growls, his pupils dilated, the color in his irises swallowed by desire.
I hesitate for a split second, earning a raised eyebrow from Devlin. Throwing caution to the wind, I lift my legs and drape them over the arms of the chair. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and dripping with arousal, but I’m safe.
Devlin purrs, a sound that reverberates with raw desire, as he runs his fingers through Ashton’s dark, curly hair. “You’re going to make our omega come while I fuck your tight ass,” he declares, his voice a sultry blend of command and promise.
Ashton and I both let out involuntary whimpers, the air charged with erotic tension.
