Page 12 of What We Don't Say: Part One

Slowly, I move us to the floor, right in the middle of the pillows, Sloane’s soft breathing kicking up to a low, almost continuous rumble in his chest. His scent spikes as well, edging him face first into his rut. He sits up, his eyes nearly black, his hands already reaching for Callie again.

Fuck.

“Sloane,” I say, quiet but firm. He doesn’t look at me so I reach past Callie and thread my fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him lift his gaze. “Look at me.”

His eyes are even darker now, his pupils blown, a near-feral edge under the devotion. He blinks, breathing hard, and I feel the tension in his shoulders. “There you go,” I tell him, softer. “Breathe. Take it slow, babe. We’re not rushing this.” I glance at Callie, who’s watching us both with flushed cheeks and parted lips, still smiling even as she trembles. “Callie. You okay with us? You ready for both of us?”

A wicked smile spreads across her face despite the way her thighs are shaking. “Just don’t knot me at the same time,” she says, voice already breathless. “I don’t think I’m ready for both of you like that. Not both knots. Not tonight.”

Sloane laughs as he leans forward to steal a kiss, the sound muffled and rough, and I feel some of the sharp edge in him ease. “No knots,” he promises, kissing down her neck. “Not both. Just… fuck. Just this.”

I kiss her again, then carefully turn us so she’s straddling my lap facing me. I free myself from my pants just enough, the head of my cock dragging through her wetness, and her eyes flutter shut as she sinks down onto me in one long, careful glide. I hold her hips and let her adjust, kissing the soft sounds out of her mouth while Sloane shifts behind her.

He kneels between my spread knees, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs. I feel the first brush of his tongue against where I’m buried inside her as Callie gasps, her foreheaddropping to my shoulder. Sloane works her open around my cock with slow, filthy strokes of his tongue, then replaces it with two thick fingers, easing them in alongside me. The stretch makes her whimper and I hold still, one hand stroking down her spine, the other cupping the back of her neck.

“Easy,” I murmur. “He’s getting you ready. You’re doing so well. Breathing for me.”

Sloane adds a third finger as Callie laughs into my neck before it turns into a moan. “God, you’re both— Sloane—”

“I know, baby,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “Just a little more. You’re so fucking soft. So open for us.”

When he finally withdraws his fingers, the ripping of fabric as he strips out of his clothing is almost comical, his feral need for our Beta overriding everything else. I continue to rock into Callie until the blunt head of his cock presses against her, already slick from his mouth and her. I tilt her face up so she has to look at me.

“Still good?” I ask.

She nods, eyes glassy, smiling even as she bites her lip. “Yes. Just—go slow.”

Sloane pushes in by careful degrees, the stretch intense enough that Callie’s breath stutters and her nails dig into my shoulders. Sloane’s the only Alpha I know who can manage restraint while in a rut.

I stay still, kissing her through it, murmuring quiet praise against her mouth while Sloane works himself deeper in short, patient thrusts until he’s seated fully alongside me. The dual pressure is overwhelming, Callie’s whole body trembling between us.

Sloane’s forehead drops to the back of her neck. “Fuck. Callie. You feel—”

“Fucking amazing,” I finish for him, voice low. I start to move first with small rolls of my hips, and Sloane follows, finding arhythm that keeps her full without overwhelming her. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet guest room as pillows shift under us.

Sloane’s hands roam, cupping her breasts, stroking her sides, and sliding down to where we’re joined so he can rub slow circles over her clit. Every time she clenches around us he makes a broken, delighted sound, completely lost to his instincts and giving Callie pleasure. I keep one hand at the nape of her neck, grounding her, the other steady at her hip.

“Think about him walking in tomorrow,” I murmur against her ear, my voice still controlled but darker now. “Theo. Seeing you like this. Soft and open and already claimed. Wonder if he’ll want to watch us take you apart the same way. If he’ll want to put his mouth on you while we’re still inside. If he’ll want to learn exactly how you sound when you’re this full.”

Callie shudders hard, a broken laugh turning into a moan. “Idris—”

Sloane groans against her neck. “He’d be so fucking lucky. Getting to see our woman like this. Getting to smell us all over her.” His thrusts deepen a fraction, still careful but hungrier. “We’ll show him how we take care of you. How good you are for us.”

Callie’s scent spikes further, a soft whine permeating the ear as she rocks between us, chasing more, and the careful control starts to fray at the edges. Sloane’s rhythm turns a little more urgent. I feel the rut-edge in him again, the way his knot is already starting to swell at the base, the near-desperate way he’s holding onto her.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she sags against me, the soft sounds filtering from her lips telling me she’s about to drop. “Stay with us, princess,” I murmur, before turning my attention to Sloane. “Babe, breathe. You’re too close to the edge.”

He makes a rough sound of agreement, slowing down but not stopping. I shift my grip, holding Callie more firmly, andincrease my own pace just enough to keep her focused on the dual stretch and the pressure against her clit. “How you doing, Callie?”

I get a strangled grunt as she presses a kiss to my collarbone, her fingers going lax against my chest. “Mmm good, Alpha. S’good.”

I chuckle as her pussy starts to squeeze both of us, a slow laugh peeling from her lips. I hadn’t expected her to drop with this but watching her let go so fast is more than I could ask for. “Come for us, Callie. There you go. We got you.”

I lay my hand over Sloane’s on her waist and squeeze until his grip loosens. He turns his head toward me, sweat dampening the curls at his temple, and I catch his mouth while he keeps moving inside Callie. I kiss him until the strain in his hand eases beneath mine, then rest my forehead against his for one breath before returning my attention to her.

Unable to hold back, a growl rips through my chest as I unload inside of her, Callie gently scraping at my chest. “Oh my god, so much. Alpha…” she trails off as I pull out of her, knowing that Sloane is going to knot her whether I move or not.

She groans when the loss of me registers, Sloane barely slowing as he keeps her full, her body jerking against mine. “Callie, he’s going to knot you. Look at me. Come back for a minute, baby.” I cup her face in my hands, waiting until her eyes focus on mine. “Tell me this is okay.”