Page 36 of Shattered Salvation
Emrys makes a small sound against my mouth and kisses me again, deeper this time, and I let myself kiss him back. My hand finds his waist under the hoodie. His curls brush my fingers when I slide my hand up to the back of his neck.
Emrys climbs into my lap without breaking the kiss, knees bracketing my hips, the hoodie riding up. I can feel how warm he is through his clothes, the way his scent sweetens when I touch him. Kade shifts closer on the couch, one big hand settling on my shoulder, thumb stroking once over the muscle there like he’s checking in.
I reach for a joke because that’s what I do when my nerves are too close to the surface. “This is a terrible movie,” I say against Emrys’s mouth. “We should have picked something with explosions.”
It half-lands. Emrys laughs once, soft, and Kade’s mouth curves against the side of my neck where he’s leaned in to scent me again. But as Emrys’ hands slide under my shirt and Kade’s mouth finds the place behind my ear, the humor thins out of me entirely.
Emrys pulls back just enough to look at me. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to. “It’s okay.”
Kade twists my face toward his and kisses me properly. His hand slides into my hair and holds me there while Emrys watches from inches away, breathing faster. When Kade pulls back, Emrys is already leaning in again, and then it’s both of them, mouths and hands and the slow discovery of how three bodies fit when nobody is pretending they know exactly what they’re doing.
Emrys climbs higher in my lap. He rocks down once, and I feel myself thicken against him through our clothes. The movie is still playing behind us, but none of us are watching it anymore. I flip him without thinking too hard about the logistics. I get him onto his back on the couch with me over him, Emrys’ legs wrapping around my hips. His scent spikes sweet, vanilla turning richer as he pulls me down into another kiss.
Emrys starts wiggling beneath me, the scent of his arousal drenching into my skin as he mumbles against my mouth. “Nest. Nest, please.”
The words come out soft and a little desperate. I pull back just enough to look at him, his eyes dark and glassy. He’s already gone in that soft Omega way that makes my chest feel too tight.
I stand up with him still wrapped around me and carry him across the apartment toward the nest he rebuilt in the corner of the bedroom. Kade follows without a word. The moment we reach the edge of the blankets and pillows, I lower Emrys down onto his back. We strip each other in pieces. Hoodies first. Then shirts. Pants. Underwear. Everything ends up in a messy pile at the edge of the nest as Emrys rolls onto his side. He pulls one knee up and looks at me over his shoulder, cheeks flushed. I slide in behind him, chest to his back, and push into him slowly.
He is hot and tight and already making those small broken sounds I am starting to crave. I fuck him like that, on his side, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other braced on the blankets in front of us. Every thrust drags a soft moan out of him.
Kade moves in behind me, his chest pressing against my back. One of his big arms comes around my waist. I feel the heavy weight of his cock sliding between my thighs instead of pushing inside me. He rocks forward once, and the head of his cock drags along the sensitive skin there, a stripe of cum coating my fleshing
“Let me take care of you,” Kade purrs, voice rough against the back of my neck. His hand slides down between my legs to where I am moving inside Emrys. He wraps his fingers around Emrys’ cock for a few strokes, then lets go and grips my hip instead. “Let go, Beta. Let go.”
I stop managing as Emrys lets out soft sounds into my neck, Kade fucking my thighs. Every time Kade thrusts forward, his cock slides between my legs and presses up against the base of my own cock and Emrys’s slick. The friction is filthy and perfect. Emrys reaches backward, gripping my side and pulling me deeper into him. Kade’s mouth drops to my shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin as his purr vibrates through my back and into my chest.
Emrys lets out a small gasp, followed by a low whine, as Kade’s arm tightens around my waist like he’s holding all three of us together.
I come first, buried deep inside Emrys, my forehead pressed to the top of his head as my amber scent spikes. Emrys follows right after, clenching around me with a broken cry, Kade still fucking my thighs through our release, until he groans against my back and spills his release between my legs and over my cock. The mess coats my skin and drips down onto Emrys where we are still joined.
We stay tangled like that for a long moment. Me still inside Emrys. Kade’s cock still between my thighs. All three of us breathing hard while the combined scent of cedar and vanilla and amber settles thick and satisfied around us.
“That’s so much better than staying at the office,” I mumble, trying to ease the sudden waft of emotions rumbling through my chest.
Kade chuckles from behind me. “Go to sleep, Skylar before you ruin the moment.” I open my mouth to say something else, Kade twisting my face just enough to nip at my lips. The silent warning has me settling between them, completely covered in their scents.
Skylar
I wake slowly, the way a body does when it’s finally stopped bracing for impact.
For a few seconds, I don’t open my eyes. The nest is warm around us, blankets tucked close, pillows shifted out of whatever shape Emrys built last night and into whatever shape sleep decided we needed more. His palm rests against my stomach, and one of his legs is thrown over mine like he’s claimed the space by accident. Kade is behind me, broad and warm, one heavy arm draped across both of us. Cedar and vanilla sit deepin the blankets with my own amber threaded through them, all of it settled enough that my body believes it before my brain gets there.
No one asks me to move. No one has shifted away in the night. No one woke up and decided this was too much.
That should feel less impossible.
Emrys stirs first, making a quiet sound against my chest before his fingers flex against my skin. I slide my hand down his back, slow enough not to wake him all the way, and feel him settle again. Kade’s breathing changes behind me a minute later, his arm tightening once around us in a silent check before his mouth brushes the back of my shoulder.
“Morning,” he says, voice rough.
Emrys lifts his head, eyes still heavy with sleep and curls smashed on one side. He looks from me to Kade like he’s checking that we’re both still here, and the sleepy satisfaction on his face does something dangerous to the center of my chest. “Bath,” he says.
I blink at him. “Good morning to you too.”
“The water will feel good.” He says it like that explains everything, then rubs his cheek against my chest before pushing himself up. “You both look like the nest tried to kill you.”
