Chapter 25 #2
Stephen reached down. One hand found Juno’s nipple, pinching it hard, making Juno hiss and buck. The other hand slid between our bodies, finding my clit.
"Oh," I breathed, my hips jerking up.
"Stay with him," Stephen commanded, circling my clit with slippery, precise fingers. "Come for him, Rowan."
It was sensory overload. Mateo was pounding into Juno with the force of a pile driver. Juno was fucking me with desperate, needy thrusts. And Stephen was playing me like an instrument, finding the exact pressure point that short-circuited my brain.
"I'm close," I sobbed, thrashing my head against the rug. "Juno!"
"Come on my cock," Juno panted, sweating pouring off him. "With me. Come with me."
Mateo roared. "Locking!"
He knotted.
The sudden expansion inside Juno made him arch his back violently. The pressure forced him down, driving him as deep into me as physically possible.
Juno cried out, his body seizing in the grip of the Alpha knot. The intensity triggered him instantly.
He came inside me.
I felt the pulse of it, hot and rhythmic, flooding me.
At the same second, Stephen twisted his fingers against my clit.
I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me, a white-hot blinding flash that merged with the sensation of Juno pulsing inside me and the weight of Mateo anchoring us all to the floor. I screamed, clawing at Juno’s sweat-slicked back. It was like all three men were wrecking me and saving me all at once.
We collapsed into a heap. Juno slumped forward onto my chest, dead weight. Mateo stayed locked inside him, breathing like a bellows, his forehead resting on Juno’s back. Stephen sat back on his heels, watching us with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
We lay there for a long time, the only sound the rain and the wet, ragged breathing of the pack.
Finally, Mateo pulled out. The sound was obscene.
Juno didn't move off me. He just turned his head, resting his cheek on my breast.
"Status?" Stephen asked quietly.
Juno let out a whimper. It was small, but it was sharp.
"Not enough," Juno whispered. "It's still climbing. The peak... I didn't hit the peak."
He lifted his head. His eyes were frantic again. The relief had been temporary. The burnt sugar scent was thickening, choking the air.
"I need to be used," Juno said. He looked at Stephen. "I need you to wreck me. Properly."
Stephen nodded. He understood.
"Mateo," Stephen said. "Help me position him."
Mateo grabbed Juno and lifted him. Juno whined at the separation from me, but Stephen was already moving.
"Rowan," Stephen said. "Sit up. Legs open."
I dragged myself up, leaning back on my hands. I spread my legs. I was sore, slick, and completely boneless, but I wasn't going to stop.
Stephen moved behind Juno. He grabbed Juno by the hips and positioned him on his knees, facing me.
"You want to be useful?" Stephen whispered in Juno’s ear. "You want to be a tool?"
"Yes," Juno hissed. "Use me."
Stephen entered Juno again. But this time, he didn't hold Juno’s hips. He grabbed Juno’s wrists and forced his hands forward.
"Touch her," Stephen ordered. "While I fuck you, you make her feel good. You are the interface."
Stephen began to thrust, snapping his hips with a violence that made Juno’s head snap back. He used Juno’s body like a battering ram, shoving him toward me with every stroke.
Juno groaned, his eyes rolling back, but he reached out. His hands found my breasts, squeezing, kneading. He leaned forward, his mouth finding mine.
Stephen fucked him into me.
Every time Stephen thrust, Juno kissed me harder. He bit my lip. He sucked my tongue. He was a conduit for Stephen’s aggression, translating it into sensation for me.
"Good toy," Stephen growled, slapping Juno’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Take it."
"Yes," Juno sobbed into my mouth. "Yes, Stephen."
It was relentless. It was messy. It was the most honest thing I had ever been a part of. We were a single organism, feeding off each other, using each other to survive the fire.
When Stephen finally came, gripping Juno’s hair and pulling his head back to bare his throat, Juno collapsed against me one last time.
We stayed on the floor.
Five minutes passed. Then ten.
The scent in the room began to change. The sharp, acrid edge of the burnt sugar softened. It became rounder. Warmer. Like caramel cooling on a stove.
Juno took a deep breath. It didn't rattle.
He lifted his head from my lap. He looked exhausted, bruised, and covered in fluids, but his eyes were clear. The golden fire had burned down to embers.
"It’s ebbing," Juno whispered.
He looked around at us, at Mateo wiping his face, at Stephen checking his pulse, at me stroking his hair.
"The wave is done," he said. "At least for now."
He rested his forehead against my knee, closing his eyes. I took a breath and felt the wonder and what I'd just been part of flow through me. Did I really have a pack? Me, a Beta who never thought she was useful for much other than paperwork, had I finally found somewhere I belonged?