Chapter 33 Rose
Rose
Alphas. Two alphas. I’m holding on to just enough presence to recognize Kai and Wyatt but their names come to me slowly, almost like they’re wading through molasses.
Kai thrusting up into my core would be enough on its own—but when Wyatt sidles up behind me, presses a firm hand between my shoulder blades so I arch over Kai, and trails his fingers down the cleft of my ass… I nearly drown Kai’s cock in slick.
He chuckles beneath me. “She likes that, Wyatt.”
“Like we said—perfect.” Wyatt’s fingers circle the tight ring of my asshole, and I tense. “Shhh.” His other hand glides soothingly down my spine. “I know the form said you like this, but it’s been a while. Don’t worry, baby. Just prep play today. Only as much as you want.”
I nod hard. Words are impossible, but my omega is clawing at my insides with need. We want this. We want everything.
Wyatt leans forward and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, pleasure rippling down my spine like an aftershock.
Kai slows the pounding of his cock so Wyatt can reach lower.
His fingers slide through the slick mess between my thighs, then scissor around Kai’s thick shaft as it drives deep.
The friction sends lightning through both of us.
Kai groans as his cock grinds against my g-spot, and I cry out.
Wyatt grins—I can feel it against my back—and brings his slick-coated fingers back to my other hole, rubbing slow circles.
Kai starts thrusting again. Slower now. Deeper. Each stroke deliberate and brutal in its precision. Every pass rakes fire through my nerves. At the same time, Wyatt reaches between us and flicks my clit just as one finger breaches my ass.
I gasp.
The stretch burns in the best way. My pussy clenches down on Kai like a vice, and he snarls.
Wyatt pulls out slowly. I whimper but then a second finger presses in, thick and insistent, and I see stars. He strokes the wall between his fingers and Kai’s cock, and the resulting groan from Kai rattles the fucking headboard.
“I—I’m—” I try to say, breath catching.
“Come, omega,” Wyatt growls, voice filthy and raw. “Make a mess on Kai’s cock while I stretch your sweet ass. Show us how desperate you are. Show us what a perfect little omega you are for your alphas."
His hand leaves my clit—only to land hard on my ass. The smack is sharp and stinging, exactly how I like it.
The orgasm detonates, ripping through me like a scream. I shatter, crying out, my pussy clenching around Kai until he breaks too—hips jerking, knot swelling, cock locking deep.
Hot, endless spurts of come fill me, pump after pump.
“Take it, Rosie,” Kai snarls, voice rough and demanding. “Take all of it. Every drop.”
I collapse onto his chest, boneless, shaking.
He’s panting beneath me like he’s run a marathon.
Wyatt stretches out beside us, tugging the comforter over our tangled limbs and wrapping those thick tattooed arms around both of us—one over my back, one tucked under Kai’s pillow. Warm. Possessive. Ours.
I glance down at the rock-hard cock still straining against the blanket and raise an eyebrow.
Wyatt smirks and steals a kiss. His lips are sweet and filthy all at once.
“Next time, Sugarplum,” he purrs, voice like dark velvet. “Next time I’m gonna sink into your ass while Kai knots your pussy. Make you take both your alphas until you can’t even stand.”
I moan, already aching for it.
“Now go to sleep.”
And I do.