CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
The jolt of that touch nearly knocks me over.
“Easy,” Eli murmurs, but his voice is tight, strained. He strokes me in counterpoint to her mouth, slow pulls that make her take me deeper. It’s too much—her lips, his hand, the heat of their combined focus wrecking me in ways I didn’t think possible.
I fist my hands in her hair, trying not to thrust, trying not to give in, but the need claws through me. Every nerve screams to let go. Every instinct surges to mark, to claim, to dominate.
I fight it.
Because this isn’t about control. Not now. Not with them.
Reese pulls back with a wet pop, gasping, drool slicking her chin, and Eli leans in, his mouth brushing hers before he nudges her lower again. She takes me deeper this time, throat tightening around me, and Eli’s hand keeps me steady, keeps me from driving forward like an animal.
The sight of them together—his dark head beside hers, his fingers on my cock while she sucks me—nearly breaks me.
Eli shifts slightly and for a heartbeat I think he’s going back to her breasts, but then—
Christ.
His lips close around the base of my cock where Reese can’t reach, his tongue stroking along the underside while she works the tip. My whole body jerks, a ragged groan tearing out of me.
“Fuck—”
Reese hums around me at the same time Eli does, the vibration a double shock that rips through me. My thighs tremble, every muscle tight with the effort not to thrust between their mouths like an animal.
I glance down and almost lose it. Reese’s pretty lips stretched around the head of my cock, drool glistening on her chin, Eli’s darker head bent beside hers, his tongue tracing the thick vein at my base.
Their cheeks brush as they move together, perfectly in sync, sharing me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
It’s too much. No fantasy I ever let myself have about Eli touches this—him actually on his knees, his mouth hot and wet on me, his eyes flicking up to mine with something raw and unguarded.
I fist my hands in their hair to ground myself. My vision edges white, my breath coming ragged. If I let go, I’ll spill down both their throats in seconds.
Reese moans, taking me deeper, her throat fluttering around me. Eli slides his lips higher, overlapping with hers, both of them sucking in rhythm, their tongues alternating along my shaft. The heat is unbearable.
My Alpha force surges, wild, on par with Gray’s at his most commanding. I could challenge him. Take the team from him if I wanted. Every part of me is screaming to seize, to dominate.
But I don’t.
Because this—they—are what I want. Not control, not hierarchy. Just the man who’s been my anchor for two years and the woman who’s unraveling me in ways I can’t fight.
The man I love and the woman I’m falling for. Both of them focused on me, pulling me apart piece by piece.
I hold myself together by sheer will, refusing to give in yet, because I don’t want this moment to end. Not when both of them are on their knees for me, worshipping me with their mouths, showing me everything they can’t say out loud.
Eli pulls back so he can focus on Reese, pulling her leg up over his shoulder as her lips stretch around me, her eyes tearing, spit slicking her mouth.
The sound of Eli groaning as he thrusts into her while she sucks me like she was made for it drives me closer and closer to a release I’m not ready for yet.
I grit my teeth, forcing myself not to come. Not yet. I want to stay here, balanced on this knife’s edge, for as long as I can.
I’m close. Too close. If I let them keep going, I’ll come down both their throats in seconds, and that isn’t how I want this to end.
“Enough,” I rasp, tugging them off me with shaking hands. Reese gasps, lips swollen, spit shining down her chin. Eli wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark, chest heaving.
I stumble back a step, forcing myself to breathe. My cock throbs, slick with both their mouths. “Condom,” I manage. My voice is wrecked.
Eli blinks at me, confused, until I stride to the nightstand. Eight guys in this house means stashes everywhere—half of them Beckett’s, I’m sure. My hand closes around a silver foil packet, and I tear it open with my teeth as I return.
Eli’s still kneeling between Reese’s thighs, buried inside her, holding himself up on trembling arms. She’s a mess under him, sweat-slick and gorgeous, eyes half-closed in bliss.
I roll the condom down over my cock, then drop to my knees behind Eli. The sight of him like this—inside her, muscles straining, skin flushed—lights something feral in me. My hands grip his hips before I even think about it.
“Jackson—” His voice is tight, uncertain.
“Trust me,” I growl.
I slide two fingers down, gathering Reese’s slick where she’s stretched around him. The wet heat of it coats me as I press up against his ass, circling before sliding one finger in. He jolts, groaning into Reese’s neck, but doesn’t pull away.
“Relax,” I murmur, curling my finger, working him open. “You’ve done this with me before.”
His laugh is broken, strained. “Not with her underneath me.”
The reminder makes my cock throb. I add a second finger, stretching him, twisting until his breath shudders out in a moan. Reese moans with him, clutching at his back, as if his every sound is wired to her body.
When he’s ready, I line myself up, my hands tight on his hips. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he grits out. “Do it.”
I push forward, slow but steady, sliding into him inch by inch. The heat of him burns, the squeeze nearly undoing me. Eli cries out, his cock jerking inside Reese as I fill him from behind.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying myself to the hilt. “You feel—so fucking tight.”
Eli shudders, his arms trembling as he thrusts deeper into Reese, pushing her up the couch cushions. She gasps, eyes flying open, and the sight of both of us inside her in different ways makes her sob.
We find a rhythm—me driving into Eli, Eli driving into Reese. Every thrust sends shockwaves through the three of us, connected in a way I can’t even process. Eli moans into Reese’s mouth, kissing her between gasps, while I pound into him, each stroke making him push deeper into her.
The sounds fill the room—skin on skin, wet and filthy, Reese crying out, Eli groaning, me growling with each thrust.
Eli’s grip on the couch slips, his forehead pressed to Reese’s shoulder. “I—fuck—I’m close.”
“Give it to her,” I snarl, slamming into him harder, my fingers digging into his hips. “Fill her up.”
He shudders, choking on a moan, and then he’s gone—his cock jerking inside Reese as he spills into her. She gasps, clenching around him, her nails dragging down his back.
The sound he makes wrecks me. Raw. Uncontrolled. Mine.
And Reese—beautiful, messy Reese—takes it all, her eyes rolling back as Eli comes deep inside her.
I grip Eli’s hips, buried to the root, my thighs trembling with the effort not to let go. He’s still pulsing inside Reese, groaning into her neck, sweat dripping down his spine. She’s spread open beneath him, flushed and wrecked, her thighs trembling as she clings to him.
The sight nearly unravels me.
Both of them—Eli’s broad shoulders bowing under me, Reese’s flushed chest rising and falling in frantic gasps, the scent of her slick flooding the air—it’s more than I can take.
My Alpha senses are lit up, raw and electric.
Every sound is sharper, every shift of their bodies under me sharper, every breath carrying their combined scent until it’s lodged in my bones.
I want to come. My cock aches with it. Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, and still I hold back. Because the sight of them together—Eli, the man who’s anchored me for years, and Reese, the woman who’s been undoing me from the start—is too fucking gorgeous to rush.
They’re mine. In this moment, they’re both mine.
And even with the storm of Alpha instinct clawing at me—demanding I mark, demanding I claim—I cling to the control that’s defined me for years. Because I don’t want to end this yet. I don’t want to let go and shatter what we’ve just built.
Not when I can feel their hearts beating under me, in sync with mine.
Not when I’ve never had anything this perfect.