Chapter 53 Evander
Evander
My Candy went into a heat sleep after the first knotting. We were all pretty wrecked—Harlan made sure of that.
Now, her eyes catch mine in the flickering glow of the potbelly fireplace. They shine like jewels in the dark.
Rose’s heat has already altered my goddamn brain chemistry and we’re not even a few hours in. After Kai knotted her, she slipped into that deep omega sleep—but now she stirs.
Rolling off his knot, she turns to me.
“Candy, baby,” I whisper.
She answers with a soft keening, crawling across the pillows with her breasts swaying—fucking perfect. Her hands trail up my chest, and she presses me back into the nest of blankets, then slides down until her mouth is level with my cock.
Her lips brush the tip, then kiss down the length. My head drops back with a groan.
Her hands wrap around me, stroking lazy, teasing circles before she licks a long stripe from my balls to the head.
“Candy,” I groan again as she sucks me into her mouth—hot, wet, and eager.
Her rhythm is perfect. Tongue swirling, lips tight. I fist her hair, barely managing not to thrust, but my hips jerk on instinct. She moans around me, and the vibration nearly sends me over the edge right there.
She pops off with a wet sound, panting, her whine sharp and aching. A heat cramp, probably.
I reach for her and tug her into my lap, guiding her until she’s straddling me and my cock is lined up perfectly with her soaked, desperate pussy.
Before I can so much as blink, she sinks down on me in one devastating stroke. I choke on a gasp, vision going white at the edges.
She rides me hard, swirling her hips like she knows exactly what it does to me—because she does. Her body bounces, needy and wild, chasing what she needs like only an omega in heat can.
Just when I think I’m gonna lose it, Logan appears over her shoulder. His eyes are dark and burning with hunger. He leans in, whispers something filthy against her ear.
Whatever he says makes her grin—then look down at me with wicked need.
She leans forward, breasts swaying in my face, and I latch onto a nipple, sucking hard. She arches with a ragged gasp.
I don’t even realize what Logan’s doing until I feel it—his cock sliding into her tight ass, hot and hard and unrelenting.
He groans as he bottoms out, the pressure of his cock rubbing against mine through the thin wall between us. The heat of it, the friction, nearly unravels me.
Then he starts to move.
Hard. Fast. Brutal.
I match him stroke for stroke, our cocks gliding against each other and slamming into her in tandem.
Rose shakes between us, overwhelmed, and I slide a hand between her thighs, circling her clit. My mouth moves from one nipple to the other, teasing, sucking, biting just enough to make her cry out.
She explodes—spasming around me, back arching, hands clawing at my shoulders.
Fuck, yes.
Holding out this long was torture.
I thrust up hard, one final time. Logan’s eyes go wide, and then he groans, thrusting just as deep.
We knot her at the same time—both of us locked inside her, cocks swelling, filling her completely. I feel his knot pulse, feel the hot rush of his cum in her ass, and that’s it—
I roar, spilling into her with a snarl, burying my face in her breasts as I come, again and again, claiming her the only way my alpha knows how.