Chapter 13 Sophie
SOPHIE
“Well, this I wasn’t expecting,” says a voice I barely recognize over the lust-filled haze I’m in.
Tyler.
My entire body freezes, my heart lurching into my throat as I whip my head around.
Tyler stands a few feet away, his signature smile firmly in place, though his eyes gleam with something darker, something…
predatory. The golden glow of the dock’s lanterns dances across his face, highlighting the sharp edge of his jaw and the amusement tugging at his lips.
When I hear Tyler’s voice, something in me shifts—tightens. My body, already primed and aching with need, responds to the weight of his presence like a spark catching fire.
His scent, bright and fresh, crashes against the earthy heat of Brodie’s smell, making my head swim. My Omega, already on edge, whines at the thick, tangible Alpha energy surrounding me.
I turn slightly, my breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. Tyler stands a few steps away, his sharp gaze sweeping over me, lingering on the way I’m still perched on Brodie’s lap. His smirk is playful, but there’s something darker beneath it—something knowing.
“Well,” he drawls, stepping closer, “don’t let me interrupt. Looks like things were just getting interesting.”
Brodie’s grip on my hips tightens slightly, grounding me against him. His chest rumbles, the sound reverberating through my body. “You’ve always had the most interesting timing, Hawk,” he murmurs, amusement laced with something possessive.
Tyler chuckles, but his gaze flicks to mine, assessing. I know what he’s seeing—the dazed way I’m breathing, the way my pupils are blown wide, the tremble in my fingers where they clutch at Brodie’s shoulders. The undeniable scent of my slick is in the air.
My cheeks burn as I try to slide off Brodie’s lap, looking to regain some semblance of control, but his hands don’t let me go. Instead, they flex against my waist, keeping me caged where he wants me.
“Stay,” he murmurs, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “You need us.”
Tyler’s eyes darken, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhales deeply. The reaction is instant—his body goes tense, his fingers twitching at his sides. He knows.
“She’s in heat,” he says, flicking a glance at Brodie.
Brodie inhales again, his mouth at my collarbone. His hands flex on my hips, gripping tighter, his pupils nearly swallowing the amber of his irises. A slow, primal growl rolls from his throat, one that makes my Omega shudder in response.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice rough, almost pained. “You smell so fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
The words slam into me, sending a violent shiver down my spine.
Brodie’s hold shifts, his fingers gripping the back of my neck, tilting my head up so I have no choice but to look at him. His gaze is molten, wild with restrained hunger.
His scent intensifies, drowning me in sun-warmed leather and spice. I can barely breathe past it, my body leaning into him without permission. My thighs press together, desperate for relief that I know they can give me.
Tyler’s leans in to whisper in my ear, the contact making my entire body tense. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he murmurs, voice like gravel and silk. “You shouldn’t do this alone.”
The way they’re both looking at me—Alpha, primal, ready—makes me whimper before I can stop myself. The sound seems to break something in Brodie.
He moves fast.
Before I can react, I’m being lifted, my legs wrapping around Brodie’s waist on instinct. My body molds to his like I belong there. His grip is firm but careful, his breathing uneven against my ear.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls, his voice barely more than a rasp, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Tell me now, Sophie, or I won’t.”
But I can’t. I don’t want him to.
“More” I urge against him.
I fist my hands in his shirt, panting, my entire body trembling. My instincts have taken over now, an Omega drowning in need, an Alpha presence caging me in.
I can’t tell him to stop.
I kiss him instead.
A sound rips from Brodie’s chest, something raw and possessive, and then his lips are crashing against mine—taking, claiming. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I moan into his mouth, arching, rolling my hips against him because I can’t stop myself.
Tyler’s scent suddenly thickens behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “That’s it. Be a good little Omega,” he murmurs. “Let us take care of you.”
Brodie groans, his grip on me tightening, like he feels those words just as much as I do.
“Yes Alpha, I want this,” I whisper, my voice trembling with both anticipation and need. “I want you.”
Next thing I know, I’m being carried in Brodie’s arms behind the boat house.
“This is no nest,” Brodie murmurs, his voice low and rough, eyes sweeping over the space before settling on me. “So this’ll have to do.” He pauses, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm, grounding me. “I don’t think this is a full heat...not yet.”
Brodie doesn’t hesitate, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s equal parts hunger and devotion. Tyler kneels beside us, his hands trailing along my legs, grounding me even as my body spirals under Brodie’s touch.
Brodie’s mouth moves to my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He scent-marks me, his low growl vibrating through my body as Tyler’s fingers find the edge of my shirt, sliding it upward.
The cool air brushes against my skin for a moment before Tyler’s warm hands replace it, his touch setting every nerve alight.
“You’re perfect,” Brodie murmurs against my neck, his voice thick with reverence. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me possessively as Tyler’s lips trace a path down my collarbone.
Brodie’s hands glide over my body with reverence, and Tyler’s touch is no less electric, each stroke of his fingers ignites sparks across my skin. My body sings under their attention, every instinct in me telling me this is where I’m meant to be—between them, surrounded by their strength and heat.
My breaths come in short gasps as I’m caught between the fiery intensity of Brodie and the teasing warmth of Tyler.
Brodie growls low, his Alpha energy pulsing in the air around us. His hands slide under my hips, pulling me closer until I’m flush against him. “You’re ours, Sophie,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear. “You feel it, don’t you? You belong with us.”
His words send a shiver through me, my body answering him before my mind can catch up. I arch into him, my slick undeniable now, my Omega fully exposed in its need.
I’m trembling, overwhelmed, and lost in the way they make me feel.
“Look at you,” Tyler says softly, his voice tinged with awe. “So damn responsive.”
Brodie chuckles darkly, his lips trailing down my neck as he whispers, “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
Tyler’s fingers slide down my thigh, curling around my knee as he pulls my leg over his lap. “Absolutely. But let’s see how much more she can take.”
I gasp as Tyler’s lips find mine, his kiss soft at first, but quickly turning demanding. His hand cups the back of my neck, holding me steady as Brodie shifts lower, his lips trailing down my chest, worshipping every inch of exposed skin.
“You taste as good as you smell,” Brodie growls against my stomach, his breath hot and teasing. “So sweet, so tempting.”
I whimper, my hands grasping at Tyler’s shoulders as Brodie’s kisses ignite a fire that spreads through my entire body. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, sated and utterly alive.
Brodie’s hands move with precision, his touch firm yet tender as he slides my remaining clothes off, leaving me bare beneath their combined heat. Tyler’s hands never stop moving, tracing patterns along my sides and thighs, his lips a constant presence against my skin.
“You’re stunning, Sophie,” Tyler murmurs, his voice filled with raw admiration. “Every inch of you.”
I can barely find the words to respond, my voice lost in the sensations coursing through me.
Brodie’s fingers trace the curve of my waist, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my already trembling form.
He positions himself between my legs, his amber eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
“This is just the beginning,” Brodie promises, his voice thick with desire. “We’re going to take care of you, Sophie. All of you.”
He leans forward, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that feels like a vow. Tyler’s hands slide to my shoulders, grounding me as Brodie enters me with a slow, deliberate thrust. I cry out, my body arching into him as he fills me completely, every nerve alight with the sensation of him claiming me.
“Good girl,” Brodie murmurs, his voice a mix of praise and possession. “You take me so well.”
Tyler leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re incredible, Soph. Absolutely incredible.”
He shifts behind me, his hands sliding down my back as he presses soft kisses along my shoulder blades. The warmth of his body against mine is grounding, his touch reassuring even as Brodie’s dominance sends me spiraling.
My Omega keens, completely undone by the way they surround me, claim me, make me theirs. The room feels charged, every breath thick with the mingling scents of Alphas and Omega, of possession and submission.
Brodie’s rhythm builds, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Tyler’s hands find my hips, steadying me as Brodie drives us both higher, his growls vibrating against my skin.
The tension builds until it’s almost unbearable, my body trembling as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“Take care of Tyler, too,” Brodie tells me, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
My eyes fly open, and I see Tyler presenting himself to me, thick and ready. I take him into my mouth, my hand gripping the base of him around his already swelling knot. He moans, seeking his pleasure as Brodie surges in and out of me.
The sensation of both brodie and Tyler moving in me, pleasing them sets me on fire.
We all moan and cry out as we race toward our pleasure. With a groan, Tyler pours himself into my mouth, his legs shaking, his head tilted back.
“Just like that. Good girl,” Brodie praises me, his fingers digging into my skin.
I give Tyler a momentary, fleeting grin of pride before a new wave of pleasure spikes through me, and I close my eyes.
“Let go, Sophie,” Brodie growls, his voice a command that sends me spiraling. “We’ve got you.”
I cry out, my release tearing through me in a shattering wave, my body clenching helplessly around Brodie as pleasure crashes over me. He holds me tight, his powerful arms locking me against him as he chases his own release.
Then—oh, God—I feel the sudden swell of his knot, stretching at my entrance. I’ve never taken a knot before, and the surreal sensation is mind-numbing. He pushes in, stretching me wider, the unrelenting pressure forcing a gasp from my lips.
It’s too much, too full—a pulse of raw possession that makes my entire body tremble. I whimper, overwhelmed, my mind floating somewhere between bliss and panic, but then—Tyler’s hands.
Strong, steady, grounding. He pinches my nipples, sending a fresh wave of need straight to my core. His touch soothes and ignites me all at once as he strokes my damp skin, his voice a low murmur in my ear, praising me, telling me how good I am, how safe I am.
His warmth wraps around me just as Brodie, with one last powerful thrust, seats his knot deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I feel him come, hot and deep, his knot locking him inside me, keeping everything in.
Brodie’s body presses against mine, unyielding, possessive, keeping me locked in place—filled, claimed.
My breaths come in ragged little pants, the aftershocks still rippling through me, but with their hands on me, their voices soothing me, I surrender to it—this primal, undeniable connection.
As the storm of our passion begins to settle, the three of us collapse into a tangle of limbs and warmth. Brodie holds me tightly, his breath heavy against my hair as he murmurs soft reassurances. Tyler’s hands continue their soothing motions, his presence a steady comfort against my back.
I feel whole—connected in a way I never thought possible. But as the reality of what’s just happened sinks in, a mix of emotions swirls within me.