Chapter 25 #2
The room is basic but functional. A couch along one wall, a few chairs, a mirrored wall, a rack for gear. Nothing fancy. But it’s private, and right now, that’s all that matters.
“This is where all the magic happens,” I say, spreading my arms wide. “Well, the behind-the-scenes stuff, anyway. Where we rev ourselves up before events, decompress after. Carter, Seth, and I share this one.”
June looks around, taking it in. “It’s nice.”
“It’s private.” I adjust my cock over my jeans, trying to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building since we sat down in the stands. My dick is rock hard, has been for the better part of an hour, and I’m about two seconds away from losing my mind completely.
June’s eyes drop to where my hand is adjusting, and something shifts in her expression. She starts walking toward me, hips swaying with each step.
“Why did you bring me here, Kai?”
“Because I need to kiss you or I’m going to implode.”
She giggles, but it cuts off when I grab her, hauling her against my chest. My mouth finds hers, and I pour every ounce of desperation into the kiss. Days of wanting, hours of teasing, minutes of watching her bounce in that goddamn skirt while my cock begged for attention.
She moans against my lips, and the sound goes straight to my groin.
Her hands are everywhere suddenly, grabbing at my clothes, tugging at my belt, fighting with my zipper. I pull back just long enough to grin at her.
“Oh, June. Here I thought I was the only one losing my mind.”
“Shut up.” She yanks my belt open, the buckle clanging. “You can’t whisper all that sexy stuff to me back there and expect me to feel nothing. I’m on thin ice with how burning hot I am around you three, and then you push and push, and I’m easy to break.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” She smiles up at me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “So are you going to do something about it, or are we just going to stand here?”
I answer by spinning her around and walking her toward the far wall. It’s a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
I press her against it, her face and body flattening against the cool surface. She gasps at the contact, and I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” My hands find the hem of her skirt, yanking it up around her waist. Underneath, she’s wearing a tiny scrap of lace held together by strings at the hips. I hook my fingers through one of the strings and pull.
It snaps.
June gasps again, louder this time.
“Oops.” I don’t move from my position, my chest pressed against her back, my hips pinning her in place. “My bad.”
“Did you just break my underwear?”
I pull the ruined fabric away, tossing it aside. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“You’ll buy me several new ones, at the rate you’re going.”
I laugh against her neck, one hand sliding between her thighs. She’s wet. Soaking. The evidence of her arousal coats my fingers instantly, and the groan that tears out of me is almost animalistic.
“Spread your legs, doll.”
She does, widening her stance, and I stroke through her heat, pressing past her lips, and teasing her entrance. She pushes back against me, seeking more, and the needy sound she makes nearly undoes me.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” I warn her.
“Then don’t.”
That’s all the permission I need.
I free my cock from my jeans, position myself behind her, pushing the tip inside her, and then thrust home in one smooth motion.
June cries out, her palms slapping against the mirror. The sound echoes in the small room, mixing with my own groan of relief. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and being inside her feels the way I imagine heaven would.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her ear. “You feel incredible.”
“Move,” she demands. “Kai, please, move.”
I start to thrust, setting a rhythm that’s probably too hard, too fast, too desperate. But I can’t help it. I’ve been wound tight for hours, wanting her, needing her, and now that I have her, I can’t hold anything back.
Her moans grow louder with each plunge, bouncing off the walls, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. I watch our reflection in the glass, the way her face contorts with ecstasy, how my hands grip her hips hard.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Let me hear you.”
“Kai… Oh God, Kai…”
The door suddenly swings open behind us.
I glance in the mirror, not slowing my pace, and spot Carter standing in the doorway. His eyes widen, then narrow, a grin spreading across his face.
“You fucker.” He steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Of course you’re in here with her.”
June moans, either not hearing him or not caring. I thrust harder, deeper, chasing the building pressure at the base of my spine.
“Scream for me, doll,” I tell her. “Let him hear you.”
She does, loud and uninhibited, her whole body shaking as she gets closer to the edge. Carter approaches until he’s standing beside us. He reaches out and brushes the hair back from June’s face, forcing her to look at him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving. “So beautiful when you’re falling apart.”
“Carter…” She’s gasping, barely coherent.
“Hope you’re ready,” he continues, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. “Because I’m next. We’re going to keep taking turns.”
The words push her over the edge. June comes undone with a scream that probably echoes down the entire corridor. I feel her clenching around me, milking me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to follow her over. Not until we’re both done with fucking her senseless.
I work her through it, slowing my thrusts to long, deep strokes that draw out her orgasm until she’s trembling, barely able to stand.
For a moment, none of us move. June is pressed against the mirror, held up only by my body behind her. Carter is watching us with dark, hungry eyes, his cock already out and in his hand. And I’m trying to remember how to breathe.
“Well,” Carter says finally, his voice rough. “That was quite a show.”
June laughs weakly. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, I did.” He steps closer, sliding a hand up her back, nudging me out of the way. “But now it’s my turn to make you scream.”
I pull out carefully, steadying June when her knees threaten to buckle. She glances at us through the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
Carter grins, staring her up and down. “Just beautiful. Now bed over for me a bit more.”
I tuck myself back into my jeans and move to the couch, sprawling out to watch.
June catches my eye and shakes her head, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
She’s bent over, her hands on the mirror, and Carter is shoving that monster into her.
She cries out, and the sound sends a thrill right through me and to my balls.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” she moans.
“What a way to go, though,” I say.
She laughs again, and the noise of Carter slapping into her wraps around me, sexy as fuck. This incredible, perfect woman who somehow chose us. Chose me.
Carter is pounding into her like a maniac.
I settle deeper into the couch and enjoy the view, waiting for my turn.
Some things are worth watching.
And some women are worth sharing.
That’s the thing about being a pack, I realize as I watch Carter please our Omega.
There’s no jealousy here. No competition.
Just three men who all love the same woman, who all want to see her happy and satisfied and screaming with pleasure.
Whether it’s me making her fall apart or Carter or Seth, the result is the same. She’s ours. We’re hers.
And this is just the beginning.