“Get the lube, Marcus.”
“I need him, Rhys. I need Orion.”
“I know. I can feel it. Slide in behind him and help me with this.”
“With what?” Orion asked sharply.
“Watch me, omega,” Rhys said, ignoring Orion completely as his hand slid down. “Keep your eyes on me.” And I did as his hand slid down my body, moving to where Orion and I were joined, dipping his fingers in the mess there before bringing his fingertips to my clit.
“Oh fuck… Rhys, what the fuck?! Oh!”
Orion babbled complete nonsense as my mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O, Rhys nodding and smiling in response. Before, it was all hard, fast, brutal, but now? We couldn’t move, trapped together as we were, and so we were completely at their mercy.
“Love you. Need you,” Marcus all but growled into Orion’s shoulder, and I felt the moment when he pierced him with his fingers. Orion thrust up deep inside me, dragging a little over the place that ached the most, making me squirm.
“No, eyes on me. Shh…” Rhys said. “It’s big and it’s overwhelming” —his voice cracked on that— “but you’ve already done so well. Eyes on me.” His finger slid over my clit, just the briefest of caresses.
“I…I can’t,” I whispered.
“Yes, you can. This is what your body is made for—pleasure, more than any man or woman has a right to experience. You’re finding out who you really are now, Cyn. Everything’s been leading up to this.”
My mind, in its vulnerable state, grabbed onto Rhys’ certainty like the lifeline it was. I was a mass of confusing sensations and emotions, tossed around by them like a ship at sea, but he held my eyes with his, increasing the pressure of his finger, forcing me to squeeze down on Orion, his cock throbbing in response.
“I need in you, love,” Marcus all but growled into Orion’s ear. “I ache.”
“Jesus, Marcus—Oh!”
“He’s a greedy one, Marcus,” Rhys told me. “As a kid, he had to have a lick of your ice cream, a bite of your sandwich. It makes him feel better and stronger when he’s in the middle of whatever’s happening. Like a little prince, for all that Orion’s the one with the fancy name.” His words seemed damning to me, but there was only that persistent sweetness, seducing my focus away from the others, rather than commanding it. “If you do this…”
It was now that Rhys paused, seeming to consider his words carefully, the magnitude of them turning his pale blue eyes empty and sightless momentarily, which had my eyes mapping his face with much greater concentration than when he commanded me.
“If you let us give you everything we’ve been wanting to give you, if you let us in, he’ll come, with those big sharp teeth of his, wanting to taste everything we have.”
“Hit his prostate. Milk him, Marcus.”
I looked back to see Brendan at Marcus’ shoulder, watching him fuck into Orion, who was just driven deeper into me. I was sobbing now, great ragged cries of pleasure, the feelings so bloody intense, my vision went white with every stroke. I was reaching critical mass quickly, something that Rhys nodded in acknowledgement of as his finger stroked me harder.
I’d thrown a great big juicy piece of meat for these alphas by confessing what I’d seen and what I’d felt, unable to keep it in anymore, and now, they were on my trail. Rhys tended to my body as gently as a maid, which made the resulting orgasm all the sweeter. There was no striving, no straining.
Well, not for me.
“Harder…” Orion gasped out, pushing back into Marcus’ vicious strokes, then slamming back into me as far as he could go, both of us grunting in quick percussive succession.
“Fucking hell!” Marcus growled. “Come!”
Our bodies were his bitches, doing just that, and it was only then that the terrible mask on Marcus’ face could slip. Becoming open-mouthed and pained in response, he gave everything he had to Orion, but his hand slapped down on mine, tangling our fingers together, and then his eyes opened.
I wasn’t sure if he were angry, fucked, or just destroyed by what had happened, but as I looked over Orion’s shoulder, those hazel eyes of his met mine, refusing to let my gaze go.
“Mine…” he growled, one last, long distorted sound, and I wasn’t sure whom it was directed at.
“My knot, it’s slipping free,” Orion groaned, unable to even open his eyes as he sucked in breaths.
“It’s your prostate,” Brendan replied, smoothing back his hair and then placing a kiss on his forehead. “Rhys and me, we talked, did some research. Some people reckon it triggers a final release.”
“You’ve thought about this?” Orion asked as he flopped back on the bed, pulling out of me, the resulting gush soaking the bed. Then he pulled me close, tucking my body in against his, and reached for Marcus.
“We kept trying to take each other’s knots,” Brendan replied. “We did a lot of…research. We needed to know if we could get the bloody thing out again if we did manage to take it.”