Page 202 of My Unhinged Alphas
It probably does.
I slide one hand under her, between her her body and the bed, and find her clit slick and swollen and so sensitive she jerks before I’ve even done more than touch. Havoc laughs low when he realizes what I’m doing.
“There you are,” he says. “Again.”
I rub her carefully at first, the way you have to when someone’s already been over the edge once and might cry if you push wrong. Knox eases out of her ass, and Havoc takes over, bending her knees so he can continue to fuck her from behind. Lena clenches around him, pushes back onto him, and the sound she makes when my fingers settle into a rhythm on her body is almost enough to finish me untouched.
I climb up the bed and free my cock with one hand while still working her with the other. Knox sees it, of course. His eyes flick to me, then to her face, then back again, and he shifts just enough to make room, his hand taking over for mine on her clit.
Lena comes the second time with my name in her mouth.
That nearly kills me.
Havoc hears it and thrusts harder, groaning when she tightens again, and Knox finally loses some of his control long enough to curse under his breath while he rubs her through every shaking pulse of it. I jerk myself beside her, watching every second of it, and I know I’m not going to last much longer if this keeps up.
Knox slides in front of her, tips her carefully onto her side, one thigh over his hip, and kisses her hard while Havoc is still inside her from behind. The angle changes everything. It gives Havoc deeper leverage and gives Knox her mouth and breasts and the front of her body all at once. He takes one nipple into his mouth while she cries out and Havoc fucks her through it, and I position myself near her head, close enough for her to wrap her hand around me again.
She strokes me while Havoc pounds into her and Knox sucks marks into her skin.
I come in her hand with a groan I can’t swallow, head dropping forward while she keeps stroking me through it, sloppy and generous and wrecked herself. Havoc hears it and laughs once, breathless and triumphant, then loses his own rhythm for a second before recovering.
Lena laughs too, or tries to. It comes out as another moan when Knox bites her nipple and Havoc drives in deep enough to make her whole body jump.
By then she’s so far gone she’s barely holding on to language, only us. Knox’s mouth. My hand in hers. Havoc’s grip on her waist. The room is all steam and sex and wet skin and the mattress shifting under all of it.
“Come again,” Knox says against her mouth.
She whines.
Havoc laughs low and filthy behind her. “You hear that? He’s not asking.”
And Lena does.
Of course she does.
The third orgasm hits her slower and harder, drawn out by the way Knox keeps her open and Havoc keeps fucking her and I keep my hand on her throat and jaw, holding her face turned toward us so she can’t disappear into the pillow this time. She comes with her body half-curled around Knox, crying out into his mouth while Havoc groans and loses the last of his control behind her.
He comes hard, buried deep, face in her shoulder, one arm locking across her waist like he has to hold her together while she breaks.
For a few seconds, he just stays there, breathing against her skin.
Havoc pulls out slowly, swearing when Lena shudders at the feeling of it. “She’s unreal,” he says.
Knox’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t argue. Instead he shifts her onto her back, spreads her thighs, and kisses down her body one slow inch at a time. He kisses the marks on her breasts, the hollow of her stomach, the inside of one thigh, then the other, while I kneel beside her head and let her suck two of my fingers into her mouth, cleaning them, eyes half-lidded and shameless now.
I stroke her hair back and kiss her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. “Still with us?” I ask.
She looks up at me and smiles in the smallest, most wrecked way. “Unfortunately.”
I laugh.
She’s limp between us, dazed and gloriously overfucked, and I look at her and know we’ve crossed another line none of us is likely to walk back.
I should care more.
Instead I’m too busy kissing her temple and thinking that if there’s any mercy left in the world, nothing interrupts us for at least ten minutes.
We fall asleep in pieces and then all at once.
