Page 200 of My Unhinged Alphas
“Switch with me,” he tells Knox. He positions himself behind her while Knox moves in front of us, kneeling close enough that she can kiss him if she wants.
She does. She kisses him while Havoc pulls her up off of me and slides into her from behind. I give them a minute, and then I guide her down onto my cock at the same time.
The stretch of it makes her cry out into Knox’s mouth.
That, more than anything else tonight, makes my head go light.
She’s full. Split between us. Hot and shaking and trying to breathe through it while Knox kisses her and rubs her nipples with both thumbs, keeping her right there at the edge of what she can take.
“Look at you,” Havoc says from behind her, voice gone dark and rough. “Taking both of us.”
I hold her thighs and start moving first, small upward thrusts timed to Havoc’s slower, deeper ones from behind. It turns into a rhythm fast enough that she can’t do anything but cling. One hand on Knox’s shoulder. One grabbing my wrist. Head dropping back against Havoc’s chest while Knox kisses down her throat.
She feels unbelievable.
Every time Havoc pushes in, I feel the echo of it around me. Every time I thrust up, she clenches around both of us and goes tighter, wetter, more wrecked. Knox keeps her chest slick withhis mouth and hands, sucking at her nipples until she can’t hold any sounds back.
No one is pretending to be quiet anymore.
Eventually Knox takes over. He pulls her off us and lays her flat on her back, then spreads her legs and drags her to the edge of the bed. “That’s it,” he tells her. “Stay open.”
She does.
Because she wants to. Because the command turns her on. Because every time he sounds like that, something in her body answers before her mouth does.
I know. I’ve seen it all night.
He pushes into her in one hard, smooth thrust and Lena’s hands fly to his arms immediately. He fucks her with deep thrusts. No mercy in them. Lena is wet enough that every movement sounds obscene. She takes it with her mouth open, chest heaving, one hand between her own thighs when he doesn’t reach there fast enough for her liking.
“Touch yourself,” Havoc says when he sees it.
She already is.
Knox grins at that and thrusts harder.
She whispers filthy things when she forgets herself.
Please. There. Don’t stop. Harder.
We switch positions again. I end up on the edge of the bed with Lena straddling me, my hands under her ass, Havoc reaching between us to rub her clit while Knox kneels next to us on the bed and she kisses him. It’s slower like that, hotter, more deliberate. Less about force. More about keeping her right at the point where she can’t tell whether she wants to come or be held there forever.
By the time Knox finally moves her off me and lays her on her side, one leg hooked high over his hip while he pushes in and Havoc kisses the inside of her thigh and I kiss her mouth, all fourof us are slick with sweat again, the shower a memory, the bed a wreck, the air too hot to breathe properly.
She looks drunk on attention.
And that’s exactly what we wanted.
Knox fucks her like he does everything else, measured and devastating, one hand braced by her head, the other sliding over her waist to keep her turned where he wants her. Havoc mouths at her breast and her stomach while I kiss her open mouth and swallow every sound I can reach. She arches between us, panting and smiling and shaking all at once, and when Knox finally pulls out it’s only because she’s too close already and all three of us know it.
We roll her onto her stomach, knees spread, cheek pressed into the sheets, and Havoc laughs softly when she wiggles back on purpose. “Impatient.”
“Yes,” she says into the mattress.
I kiss down her spine while Knox’s hand tangles gently in her hair and Havoc positions himself behind her again, and for one stretched, breathless moment all of us just look.
Then Havoc pushes back into her and she gasps, and Knox says, very low near her ear, “Good. Stay like that.”
He opens up her tiny, pink hole.
