Page 127 of In Doubt

“Wet and tight and …” His words fall away as he bucks up into her, fucking her hard from below.

Then she’s coming again carried away in bliss and Aiden follows straight afterwards, the convulsions of her cunt too much for him. Levi lifts her away before Aiden can knot her and, lying down on the lounger, draws her against him, thrusting inside her cunt before she’s settled. She tries to sit up, to ride him like she had Aiden, but he drags her back down and his fingers tickle at her arsehole.

“Can Dylan join us, Sweetness?” he asks, dipping his finger in and out of her hole as he fucks her from beneath.

“Levi,” I warn him. I don’t want to push her, to rush her. There’s plenty of time for all this.

But she glances up at me and then Dylan, smiling.

“Yes, I want him to.”

“It’s–”

“It’s a fantasy of mine. It’s how it should be. You want me. You want me to belong to you all. Then share me, share me properly, Alphas.”

Fuck. I underestimated her. I fucking underestimated her big time.

I can’t help rubbing myself through my shorts as Dylan stalks forward, coating his cock in her slick and leaning down to kiss her neck. Then he’s pushing inside.

But it’s not her arse. It’s her cunt. She’s taking them both in her tight, little cunt.

I groan and she lifts her head finding me again.

Her mouth hangs ajar in a stuttering ahhh as Dylan pushes deeper and deeper, Levi’s eyes swivelling in their sockets.

“Fuck, that feels … fuck,” he rambles.

For a moment, they all just lie there together, catching their breath, but then Giorgie’s whining, pleading for friction. Dylan slides out and Giorgie and Levi groan together. When he thrust back in, Levi rocks back and they find a rhythm, slow and careful, loving our omega with care.

It’s too much for me, watching her pinned between my packmates, taking both of them, taking everything they give her. I undo my fly and take my hard cock in my hand, rubbing my fist up and down my shaft. When I glance towards Aiden, he’s transfixed too, his hands tighter around his knot.

“Next time,” I tell him. “Next time you and I are going to share her.”

“Fuck yes,” he says.

Their slow steady dance continues, a thin film of sweat forming over their bodies, glistening in the starlight, and their moans become deeper, more possessed, as if it’s just the three of them and nothing else matters in the world. And when they come, they come together and I’m so turned on, I’m fucking close myself.

“Giorgie,” I plead, and she lifts her head to find me, her hair damp and dishevelled around her face. I step towards her, claiming her from the others. They snuggle up together on the lounger, eyes locked on us, waiting to see how I’ll take my turn.

“Are you sore?” I ask her. “Can you take me–”

“I want you too, Alpha.”

Gently, I pull her towards me, taking a seat on the lounger behind me. She goes to climb onto my lap, straddling me like she had done Aiden. But I twist her around, lowering her down on to me this way.

“I want them to see you, Omega. I want them to see how beautiful you are. I want them to worship you like the living goddess you are. My Isis.”

I grip her by the hip and grind her down onto my stiff cock, her head falling back onto my shoulder with a moan. She’s so perfect, made to fit me, designed right out of my fucking fantasy. I trace her curves with my palms, trail my fingertips along her spine. Her hair’s come loose and I sweep it over her shoulder, revealing her mating gland at the back of her neck. It quivers, thrums with the beat of her heart, and I lean in to rest my nose against it and inhale. Her scent rushes through my nose, into my mouth and down into my lungs, warming everything as it does. So sweet. Like I’m tasting ecstasy itself.

And I realise in that moment it isn’t the scent that I love, that I’ve always loved, that had been irresistible to me from the very first moment. No, it’s the woman it belongs to. My destined mate. This is why it has always smelt like home to me, like belonging, like a new life, a new beginning, a beginning and end all at once.

“Alpha,” she murmurs, arching her back and rocking against me, three pairs of eyes watching us. “Bite me. Make me pack.”

I close my eyes, my teeth so close to her gland, scorching hot with need now.

“I can’t Giorgie. It’s too soon.” We’ve only just confessed our feelings to one another, barely had time to soak up this new reality, and though I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and make her mine, I can’t.

She twists her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder.