Ivy
Wraith's tongue drags flat across my clit and I scream so loud I swear the tent's canvas shakes.
"Good girl," Valek murmurs, his grip tightening around my wrists. "Let him hear you."
Like I have a fucking choice.
Wraith's tongue is long and hot and impossibly soft for a mouth full of knives. He licks me again, a slow, firm stroke from my entrance to my clit, and my spine bows off the blankets hard enough that Valek has to press his palm harder against my stomach.
"Stay down."
"I'm trying," I choke.
His teeth graze the inside of my thigh.
Just barely.
A tiny sting followed by heat, and I gasp. Wraith freezes instantly, his massive body going so rigid between my legs that his suddenly stiff shoulders push my thighs apart.
"Don't stop," I tell him. "It's fine. That was good."
His blue eyes lift to mine over the plane of my stomach, searching. From this angle, I can't see his lower face at all. Only those beautiful, hungry, worried blue eyes and his damp dark hair.
"Good," I repeat, breathless. "Promise."
He dips his head again.
This time his tongue curls against my clit and stays there, pressing in slow, firm circles. My thighs shake. Valek's hand on my stomach is the only thing keeping me from bucking up into Wraith's sharp teeth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
His teeth catch my inner thigh again.
I whimper.
Wraith growls against my pussy and the vibration makes me claw at nothing above my head, desperate for something to grip, but Valek holds my wrists flat and firm.
"She's close," Valek says, watching me.
"I-I'm not," I lie.
Wraith's tongue pushes inside me.
"Okay. Okay I'm close."
Valek gives a low rumbling laugh and shifts behind me. He pulls me higher against his chest so my head rests against his toned stomach, his cock hard against the back of my neck.
He's still holding my wrists in one hand above my head. With the other, he strokes my hair back from my sweating face.
"Come for him," Valek says. "Be a good girl."
Wraith's tongue flattens against my clit. He licks me in long, heavy strokes, over and over, and his teeth scrape my thigh one more time, tiny points of sharp pressure and heat, and I come so hard my vision goes white.
I'm screaming his name.
Or trying to.
It comes out more like a wail, my body convulsing beneath both of them. Valek pins me through it, one arm across my chest, the other still locked around my wrists. Wraith doesn't stop. His tongue works me through every aftershock, lapping at my slick, gentler now but not stopping.
"I can't," I pant. "I can't, it's too much..."
He eases off with one last slow, gentle lick, his tongue dragging through my folds before retreating behind his teeth.
My chest heaves. Wraith lifts his head, and the sight of him between my thighs nearly tips me over again. His blue eyes are hazy. Slick glistens across the exposed muscles of his jaw, on his sharpened teeth, dripping from the point of a canine onto my thigh.
He looks like a dark fucking demigod.
And he'd probably growl and worry about it if he knew. So I keep it to myself.
"Get up here," I whisper.
Valek releases my wrists as Wraith crawls up my body, massive arms bracketing me, and I gently cup his face in both hands before he can hide it, careful not to hurt him. His teeth are warm and wet against my palms with slick and spit.
I kiss his teeth and his whole body shudders against mine.
Valek is still hard against the back of my head. I feel him shift, his hips adjusting, and I let go of Wraith's face long enough to reach back and palm Valek's warm, hard cock, and the barbell piercings along the thick shaft.
His breath hitches above me.
"Come here," I say, tugging.
He shifts until he's kneeling beside my head, his cock level with my mouth. I crane my neck and lick the tip.
"Ivy," he grits out.
I take him in.
The barbells bump against my tongue as I take him deeper. His hand finds the back of my skull, cradling it, fingers threading through my hair.
Wraith settles between my legs again, his huge rough hands sliding up the outside of my thighs. He finds the crease where my thigh meets my hip and his tongue traces it, slow and careful.
My moan vibrates around Valek's shaft.
"Fuck," Valek breathes.
Wraith's tongue returns to my pussy. Long, lazy strokes this time, not trying to make me come, just tasting me. Savoring it. His growls are soft and continuous, the low vibration against me making my toes curl.
Fuck, he's purring.
There it is.
Finally.
I hollow my cheeks around Valek and bob my head. His hand tightens in my hair, a tremor in his muscled thigh where it presses against my shoulder.
"Slower," he warns me.
I go faster.
He snarls at me and his hips jerk forward before he catches himself. The piercings hit the back of my throat and I gag, pulling off to breathe, a string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock.
"Brat," he mutters.
I grin up at him and take him back in, biting down a little just to punish him for that.
His light eyes roll back into his head.
Wraith's tongue pushes inside me again, and I cry out around Valek's cock, my thighs clamping around Wraith's head. His scarred hands pry them open gently, holding them apart before I can cut myself, Valek's hands scrambling on my torso to pin me down again.
I come again, hard and unexpected enough I bite down again on Valek's shaft and moan into it and he hisses, his hot come spurting down my throat before he manages to pull back before I bite him again.
I gasp around nothing, choking on air and salt, my fingers scrabbling at Valek's thighs while Wraith licks me through it.
"Fuck. Fuuuck—"
Valek strokes my hair while I come down, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. "Breathe, little omega."
"T-trying."
Wraith lifts his head, licking his teeth clean. His pupils are blown wide. His cock is straining against his thigh, flushed and leaking, and he hasn't been touched once.
"Come here," I tell him, already reaching.
He shifts to loom over me again, keeping his head slightly turned away even now, his dark hair falling forward and tickling my face. I wrap my hand around his cock this time. He snarls, his hips jerking into my fist, and the entire massive length of him pulses against my palm.
Valek moves behind me, his hands sliding under my arms to lift me against his chest again. He adjusts until he's sitting with his back against the tent's wall, me between his legs, my back against his chest, and Wraith above us.
Wraith's blue eyes search mine hesitantly, and mine search his. He leans down, pauses again an inch from my mouth as my lips part automatically, and he kisses me. In his own way, of course, his teeth pressing gently against my mouth as his tongue pushes between my lips, and I taste myself on him.
I moan into his mouth.
Valek's cock presses against my lower back, his hands skating down my sides to grip my hips.
"You want both of us at once?" he purrs.
"Yes. Please," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want to feel both of you."
Wraith's breath shakes against my face, his hands gripping my hips. His forehead drops to my shoulder and he licks me again, nodding.
Valek lifts me easily by the hips and positions me over his lap. His cock slides between my folds, slicking himself with my arousal. Wraith's cock nudges my entrance, the massive head parting me.
"Slow," Valek tells him. "Let her adjust."
Wraith growls at him like he doesn't need help figuring this out and pushes in. I cry out, grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into scarred skin, and Wraith pauses with half his length inside me, his whole body trembling with the effort of not slamming home.
"More," I gasp.
He sinks deeper. Inch by slow inch, filling me completely, until his hips press flush against mine and I'm so full my ears are ringing.
"Good?" Valek murmurs against my ear.
"S-so good..."
"Because I'm next."
Valek shifts his hips and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance alongside Wraith.
I suck in air. Oh fuck, oh fuck…
"Relax," Valek says, his lips brushing my ear. "Breathe out."
I exhale slowly.
He pushes in. The pressure is insane. My body resists for one aching second, then gives all at once, and Valek slides in beside Wraith with a strangled groan.
"Holy fucking shit," I choke out.
Wraith's snarl vibrates through his chest into mine. His scarred hands clamp onto my hips hard enough to leave bruises, I'm sure, and his forehead drops against the top of my head. I feel every ridge of the two alphas' cocks pressed against each other between my walls.
Full. So fucking full.
Valek thrusts first, shallow and controlled, and Wraith makes a raw rattling groan, his hips rolling forward, pushing in as Valek pulls back. Each alternating thrust presses me against the other alpha's chest, their swollen knots bumping against my pussy without breaking through.
They'd fucking split me in half if they tried.
Wraith's mouth is open against my scalp, sharp teeth resting against my head without biting. His breath comes in wet, rough pants. Valek's fingers dig into my breasts, massaging my pebbled nipples and guiding the pace, his chin hooked over my other shoulder.
"Touch yourself," Valek demands softly in my ear, his breath tickling my hair.
My hand slides between my legs.
The moment my fingers find my clit, I completely fall apart. I hear myself screaming again but it's distant, lost under the roaring in my ears and the snarls of both alphas as my body clamps down around them and I writhe frantically in their laps.
Wraith comes first, his hips stuttering and slamming forward one last time, his cock pulsing deep, filling me with heat. His snarl cracks, his scarred hands trembling on my hips.
Valek's teeth find my shoulder beside the healed marks and his hands gripping my breasts harder. The bite sends one more aftershock rolling through me as he spills inside me, cock jerking against Wraith's.
We collapse on our sides, Valek and Wraith both curling around me, wrapping around each other, faces buried in my hair and inhaling my scent at my neck. The tent sags sideways where Wraith's massive frame presses too hard against the wall.
The only sounds are three sets of ragged, blissed out breathing, the river flowing outside, and a cricket just outside the tent that's chirping hesitantly, like it isn't sure if that’s a bad idea right now.
I'm sandwiched between two massive, glorious, panting alphas in a tent in the middle of nowhere, and everything is just right.
"I can't feel my legs," I announce with a content, breathless laugh.
Wraith huffs against my hair.
Valek's chest shakes beneath me. "You don't need them."
I wriggle experimentally. Both of them groan. "Okay, yeah. Nobody move. Moving is banned."
Wraith's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer. His face is completely hidden in my hair, his jaw resting against the top of my head. His breathing is slowing, deep and even.
He's already falling asleep.
My heart swells.
Valek is still mostly beneath me, one arm behind his head, the other draped across Wraith's forearm where it wraps around my stomach.
"I want to send a picture," Valek slurs into my hair.
I lift my head to try to look at him. "What?"
"To the others. They've been worried."
I can hear the grin in his voice, even without seeing it.
Wraith's arm tightens.
"Just of us in the tent," Valek says.
"You're trying to make them jealous, aren't you?" I tease.
"Perhaps."
Wraith rumbles with an uncertain growl.
"Is that okay?" I whisper to him.
Another growl.
"You don't have to show your whole face," Valek tells him.
I feel the muscles of Wraith's jaw shift against the top of my skull. I turn my head to look up at him. His eyes are half-shut, drowsy, blue barely visible beneath heavy lids. He cracks one open slightly more to give Valek a wary look.
Valek already has his phone, somehow. He holds it up, testing the angle. Me, thoroughly wrecked and looking happy as hell, wedged between two enormous and beautiful scarred alphas. Valek behind me, white hair messy, lip still split, silver eyes half-lidded and content.
And Wraith, his face mostly hidden in my dark hair, his arm curled possessively around my waist. His choppy dark hair falls over his eyes, one peering sleepily at the camera over the crown of my head.
His scarred jaw and a sliver of exposed muscle are partially visible through the strands of my hair. Several sharp teeth glisten in the lantern light.
"Hold still," Valek says.
Wraith watches the camera, but he doesn't hide or panic. He just looks groggy, warm, and utterly, stupidly content.
The shutter clicks.
Valek pulls the phone back and shows me.
"Oh my gods," I whisper.
It's perfect. Wraith looks soft and gorgeous and sleepy, wrapped around me like I'm the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. Valek looks like a bruised, smug bastard. And I look like I just got railed by two alphas in a tent in the woods.
Valek looks at Wraith for confirmation.
I hold my breath.
Wraith watches the screen with an unreadable expression, taking it in silently.
For a moment, I think he's going to say no.
Then he lifts one hand and gives the laziest, smallest thumbs-up I've ever seen before his arm flops back down over my stomach.
Valek types with one thumb.
VALEK
Proof of life.
Goodnight.
WHISKEY:
brO WHAT
IS THAT
HOOOOLY SHIT
WRAITH???
brO I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD LOOK CUTE WTF
IVYYYYY YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOTTTT
VALEK YOU SMUG ASSHOLE
PLAGUE
Come back to bed, Whiskey.
THANE
Glad you're safe. Get some rest. All of you.
WHISKEY
THAAAAANE LOOK AT YOUR brO HE LOOKS LIKE A SLEEPY PUPPY
THANE
I saw. Goodnight Whiskey.
WHISKEY
TELL VAL HES MY NEW FAVORITE
PLAGUE
Excuse me???
WHISKEY
MY SECOND NEW FAVORITE
PLAGUE
If you don't come back to bed, NOW, I'm locking you out.
THANE
Goodnight, Ivy
After a pile of back-and-forth I-love-yous I think might never end if Whiskey doesn’t get to say it last, Valek locks his phone and drops it beside the tent flap with an amused chuckle.
He says something to Wraith, but I'm starting to doze, and I miss it. Wraith is already asleep anyway, his breathing deep and steady, his muscled arm heavy and warm across my stomach.
I close my eyes.
Valek's lips press against the top of my head.
And I'm out.