Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Simon
As a doctor, I should be checking her vitals. Temperature, pulse, hydration. I should be assessing neurological response, cataloging symptoms, maybe even logging them for a case report on extreme suppressant failure.
But I’m so far past thinking straight it’s a miracle I remember my own name.
Levi’s knotted deep inside her, holding her hips flush to his, his jaw locked like he’s surviving this by sheer willpower. I’m watching them, scent-drunk enough that my vision keeps narrowing to just the point where their bodies join.
The low, involuntary whimper she makes punches right into the center of me, and Levi curses in answer, voice breaking rough.
“How’s it feel?” I hear myself ask him, and my voice is nothing like my usual clinical tone. It’s dark. Curious. Hungry.
Levi swallows, breath ragged. “Like heaven. Like she was made for me.”
Her little whimper sharpens, and Levi’s eyes squeeze shut for half a second like he’s holding back something dangerous.
“Turn your head, sweetheart,” Beau murmurs from where he’s kneeling beside her.
She does, obedient and languid, cheek pressing into the pillow until those green eyes find us again—sated but still restless.
For a heartbeat, I’m myself again—the observer. I flick open my phone, thumbing the camera without even thinking about it. Documentation, I tell myself—medical observation.
Record the way her breathing is steadying, how her hips twitch less now that Levi’s knotted. How her scent, though still potent, has an edge of softened urgency. The knot is doing precisely what I expected: grounding her body, dampening the frantic spike of heat.
And then Beau shifts.
He slides a hand along her jaw, down her throat, and she opens for him without a second of hesitation. His cock glistens in the low lamplight as he presses it to her lips, and she takes him—slow at first, then deeper, until he’s groaning low and filthy.
My train of thought shatters.
Holy fuck.
She’s letting him use her mouth while Levi’s locked inside her, the sounds slick and obscene, the rhythm of Beau’s hips matched to the small, restricted shifts Levi can make against the knot.
I can’t stop watching the wet drag of her lips along Beau’s length, the way her cheeks hollow when he pushes deeper.
“I don’t think the knot’s gonna hold for long,” Levi grits out, voice raw.
“That’s okay,” I manage, and my own laugh is darker than I expect. “There are three Alphas here.”
She moans around Beau, and the vibration makes him curse. I’m trying to think—really, I am—but it’s like my brain’s caught between wanting to record the reaction and wanting to join them so badly I ache.
Marissa’s face flashes in my mind for a split second—polished, poised, every line of her controlled, even in bed. She’d never have let me do half of what Wren’s begging for without a negotiation first.
Wren? Wren’s pure heat. Wild and soft all at once. She isn’t calculating, she’s offering. And it’s lethal.
I wish I had my peppermint oil—the bite of it might have cut through the fog in my head, grounded me—but the thought evaporates as Beau curses low and deep, his rhythm stuttering.
Levi groans and finally eases back, his knot slipping free with a wet, obscene sound that has my cock twitching hard in my jeans.
Slick spills down between her thighs, hot and plentiful, and I track the way it runs over her flushed skin before soaking into the sheets.
Levi leans over her, kisses her shoulder like he’s trying to keep himself from going again immediately. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Her lips slide off Beau’s length, wet and shining. She swallows, gasps for air, and then whispers, “More.”
Christ.
“I’m gonna need you to do it,” Beau grunts. “Her mouth feels too fucking good.”
Sweat trickles down my back, my shirt sticking to my skin. My hand is already on my zipper before I realize I’ve moved.
I free myself, my cock curving slightly upward in my grip, thick and aching. Her eyes drop to it instantly, her breath catching.
“I’m gonna need to move you,” I tell her, my voice breaking around the edges. “Is that okay?”
She nods without hesitation.
I guide her onto all fours, the shift making more slick drip from between her thighs. She’s still open, still flushed, still smelling like she’s every Alpha’s breaking point.
I line myself up and thrust into her in one smooth push, the wet heat of her closing around me like she was made for me.
A groan claws its way out of my chest before I can stop it. “Fuck… you’re perfect.”
Beau’s voice is dark silk. “Think she could take two cocks?”
Her head lifts slightly at that, a flicker of eagerness in her voice when she says, “Yes. Please.”
The sound nearly undoes me. “You sure?” I groan.
“I can take it.” She nods.
Levi, who’s half-reclined on the bed trying to catch his breath, is already hardening again just from watching. He mutters a curse under his breath that makes my cock twitch inside her.
I start slow, letting her adjust, letting myself savor the way her body grips me. But she’s pushing back already, small movements that make the slick between us louder, wetter.
I grip her hips, pull her back into me, my thrusts going deeper until my hips are flush to her ass.
Beau shifts closer, his hand at the back of her head, guiding her mouth to him again. She takes him even as I fuck into her from behind, her muffled moans vibrating around him.
“Good girl,” Beau groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re gonna take all of us.”
The heat in the room is suffocating—a heady mix of slick and sweat and pheromones that’s got my control fraying fast. I fuck into her harder, my nails biting into her skin, the sound of her working Beau’s cock in her mouth nearly tipping me over the edge.
“Open for me,” I growl, and she does, her knees spreading wider, giving me even more.
I catch Levi’s gaze over her shoulder—his pupils blown, his breathing sharp. He’s palming himself now, slow strokes as he watches.
I know what he’s thinking. Hell, I’m thinking it too.
“Ready to make her feel full?” I ask him, my voice low and raw.
His answering smile is wicked. “Always.”
Levi shifts forward on the bed, his knee brushing mine as he positions himself between her legs. She’s still on all fours, her slick coating my length and running down her thighs in glistening trails.
I ease out just far enough to make space for him, my cock throbbing from the sudden change in pressure. Levi’s hand goes to the small of her back, rubbing slow circles, and his voice drops low.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?”
She glances over her shoulder at both of us, her lips swollen, chin still shiny from Beau’s cock. “Yes. Please. I want it.”
The eagerness in her tone is a punch to my gut. My hips flex forward on instinct, and she gasps, her back arching.
“Hold still,” I murmur, bracing one hand on her hip.
Levi wraps his fist around his cock, stroking himself until he’s fully hard again, the thick head flushed dark. He shifts lower, the heat from his body radiating against the inside of her thighs as he lines up.
I keep my pace slow, shallow thrusts that leave her open for him. The first press of his tip against her entrance makes her shiver, her fingers tightening in the sheets.
“Breathe for me,” I tell her, though I’m the one having trouble drawing air.
Levi pushes forward—not all the way, just enough to breach that first tight resistance. Her breath hitches, her whole-body tensing between us.
“That’s it,” Beau murmurs from the side, his hand in her hair again. “Take him. You can take both.”
She moans low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine.
Levi pushes deeper, his hips angling until we’re both inside her—the stretch obscene, the heat of her wrapping around us like molten silk—my vision blurs for a second.
“Holy fuck,” I grit out. The tightness is unreal, every inch of her squeezing us in perfect rhythm with her racing heartbeat.
She’s gasping now, a high, keening sound as she adjusts to the fullness. “Oh—oh god—”
“Feel good?” Levi asks, his voice wrecked.
“Yes,” she breathes. “So good. Don’t stop.”
And then we’re moving.
We find a rhythm without speaking—one of us pressing deep while the other eases back, keeping her filled at every second. The wet sounds between us are constant, each thrust drawing another gasp or moan from her.
Levi’s hand finds mine where it grips her hip, our fingers locking for balance as we work her together.
“Look at her,” he groans. “Taking us like she was made for it.”
Beau’s watching too, his cock in his fist, stroking slow as he tracks every movement. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Look at her taking two fucking knots.”
Her body’s trembling now, sweat slicking her back, her hair plastered to her flushed skin. Every scent pouring off her is heat and want and surrender, and it’s going straight to my head.
I lean forward, my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. “You’re ours right now. All ours.”
She whimpers in answer, pushing back against us like she’s chasing every inch we can give her.
Levi’s pace stutters, and I know he’s close. My own release is clawing at me, my balls tightening, my breath going ragged.
“Come for us,” I tell her, my voice breaking. “Do it now.”
She shatters with a cry, her walls clamping down around both of us so hard that it rips a groan from my throat. Levi curses and drives deep, his hips locking as his knot swells, forcing me to hold my ground inside her.
The heat, the squeeze, the sheer fucking closeness—it rips me apart. I spill into her with a harsh groan, my vision narrowing to white, my hips twitching even as I grind into the knot.
She’s still moaning, still shaking, her nails digging into the sheets. Levi’s forehead rests against her shoulder, sweat dripping from his temple onto her flushed skin.
For a long moment, none of us moves. Just panting, the weight of the knot holding us together, the air thick with heat and sex.