Page 68 of Charged By the Razorbacks

Jarek’s hand slid away after a moment, preparing himself, his control tightening as he positioned himself again, letting her feel him there.

Waiting.

“Push back against me, sweetness,” he said quietly. “We move when you say.”

Her eyes locked on Aleksy’s, her hand gripping Jarek’s and did as he asked as he pressed forward. Her body opening around his possession, and Jarek watched it happen. That moment. That connection.

Aleksy reached up, his hand coming to her face, his thumb brushing her cheek—and for the first time, Jarek saw it.

The tremor. Small. Real.

“Are you okay, my love?” she asked him softly.

Aleksy’s breath left him in a quiet exhale. “Hell yes.”

She smiled, something softer breaking through the heat as she rolled her hips slightly, her voice dropping, need threading through it now.

“Then move,” she said. “Both of you. Please.”

Jarek didn’t make her ask again. He drew back just enough, then pressed forward slowly, controlled, letting her adjust to him, her body opening, tightening, welcoming him in a way that nearly broke his control completely.

Her breath shattered.

“Just like that,” she whispered.

Aleksy’s hands steadied at her hips as Jarek began to move, building the rhythm slowly, deliberately, letting her body take it, respond to it.

And she did. God, she did.

She met them both, every movement, her hips rising, matching, pulling them deeper, closer, the connection tightening between all three of them with every shift.

Aleksy arched beneath her, driving deeper into her, the movement pulling a sharp sound from her as her body tightened around him.

“You feel how fast it’s coming?” he murmured.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Don’t slow down.”

They didn’t. They couldn’t.

The pace deepened, stronger now, Jarek’s grip tightening at her hips as he held her where he needed her—where they needed her—his control slipping as her body reacted faster, tighter, closer to the edge.

Aleksy’s hand slid between them, precise, controlled, adding pressure that sent everything spiking at once.

Tamsin gasped, her body tightening immediately.

“God—you’ve got me, lover,” Aleksy groaned. “Take me with you.”

Jarek didn’t break rhythm. Didn’t stop.

“You’re right there,” he said, his voice rough, his breath uneven as he felt her body shift again, tightening, climbing.

She was, he could feel it.

Her breath broke again as the pressure surged, her body pulling them both with her.

“Let it go,” Aleksy said.

And just like that she did. Her body came apart hard, tightening around both of them as the release hit, deeper, stronger, pulling everything from her as she cried out, the sound cutting through him as his own control finally snapped.