Page 201 of My Unhinged Alphas
“Wait…ah,” she moans as Knox massages her ass cheeks.
“You’re ready, babe,” he says, straddling her and lining himself up. He takes it slow at first, his big cock struggling to fit inside her ass.
“Oh my God,” Lena says, her nails raking the bedframe, but she doesn’t ask him to stop either.
Her head turns into the sheets, cheek pressed down, hair damp and wild across her face, and the sound she makes is low and shaky and so fucking eager it goes straight through me. Havoc stills behind her for a second, like even he wasn’t fullyprepared for how much she’d like this, then he starts moving again and that second is gone.
Lena is not just taking it. She’s giving it back.
That’s what gets me. The way her hips shift for them, the way her body loosens and then tightens in all the right places, the way one of her hands fists in the sheet while the other reaches blindly for Knox, like she wants to be held down and held up at the same time.
“She likes it,” Havoc says, voice rough with disbelief and pride and something a little darker.
Knox’s hand tightens gently in her hair. “I can see that.”
I can too.
She moans again, louder now, and I kiss the side of her throat because I have to touch her somewhere or I’m going to lose my mind.
“You okay?” Knox asks her.
“Yes,” she says immediately, then laughs once, breathless and dirty and stunned by herself. “More than okay.”
Havoc groans behind her. “Jesus.”
He settles into a rhythm that starts hard and gets slower once he realizes she wants to feel every inch of it. I watch her face. That’s where I always end up. Watching the way pleasure rewrites her expression in real time. The way her mouth opens, the way her eyes half close, the way every new sensation makes her look younger for one second and then older the next.
She reaches for me, hand lifting off the mattress, and I take it without thinking.
I kiss her hard.
She moans into my mouth while Havoc fucks her cunt and Knox fucks her ass, exact and relentless and calm in that way only he can make maddening. Lena is caught between all three of us again, one of Knox’s hands in her hair, mine gripping her fingers, Havoc’s on her hips behind her, and all of itturns around her pleasure so completely that I almost forget to breathe.
“Look at you,” Havoc says. “All that fuss and this is what you wanted.”
She makes a helpless sound that is probably supposed to be an argument, but I laugh against her mouth and kiss her again.
She comes the first time like that, body locking up under our hands, back arching, breath tearing out of her in one broken rush. Havoc swears when she clenches around him. Knox doesn’t stop fucking her through it. I keep kissing her and tasting the moans right off her tongue while she trembles so hard she can barely hold herself up.
When it passes, she sags. Not all the way down. Just enough that all three of us have to catch her.
Havoc slows behind her, but only for a few seconds. Then he starts again.
Lena makes a ruined sound and turns her face into the pillow like she can hide there from the fact that she wants more.
“No,” Knox says quietly, fingers at her chin this time, lifting her face just enough. “Stay with us.”
She whimpers.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
I move lower on the bed, kissing down her shoulder blades, her spine, the dimples at the base of her back, then lower still, because I want to feel every reaction she has left in her. Havoc doesn’t stop. Knox doesn’t stop. And Lena, God, Lena is shaking and laughing and gasping in the same breath like she can’t believe what her own body is doing.
“That’s too much,” she says.
Knox’s mouth brushes her temple. “Not yet.”
She moans like that answer gets her even wetter.
