Page 52 of Single Mom’s Navy Seals (Claimed by the Alphas #2)

“Jesus,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “That’s so fucking hot.”

But watching isn’t enough. I need to touch her.

I move in, dropping down beneath her as she trembles between them. Her back arches even more as I slide under, palms skimming the sweat-slick curve of her spine until I reach her breasts.

She gasps around Cole’s cock as I take one nipple into my mouth and roll the other between my fingers, teasing and pinching just the way she loves. Her whole body reacts—hips jerking, moan vibrating through her throat.

“Feel that?” I murmur against her chest, my breath hot as I suck a dark mark over her heart. “You’re being fucked from every angle, baby. Owned completely.”

Her eyes flutter shut, lashes damp, sweat beading on her skin. I keep my mouth on her breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp bites that make her whimper. I let one hand drift lower, trailing over her fluttering belly until I find her clit.

She jerks instantly, thighs trembling around Jax’s hips.

“God,” she tries to say, but Cole’s cock muffles the sound.

I rub slow, firm circles, timed with Jax’s thrusts. She’s unraveling. I feel it—her entire body tight, strung like wire.

“Come again,” I growl into her skin. “I want to feel you shatter while you’re full.”

She doesn’t last long.

Her body locks up—legs trembling, fists clutching the sheets. Then she breaks apart again, choking on Cole’s cock as her orgasm crashes through her. She clamps down around Jax so hard he groans, shoving deep with a grunt as he finishes inside her.

And I’m still below her, licking sweat from her skin, fingers gliding through her slick heat as her whole body trembles from the aftershocks.

He pulls out and collapses beside her. Cole slides back, giving her a second to breathe. I roll over and grab her waist. She doesn’t even look up. Just reaches for me, already trying to straddle my lap.

I lie back, muscles tight with anticipation, and pull her over me—our skin slick, breath shallow. Her knees slide along the sheets until she straddles my chest, and for a heartbeat, we just look at each other. Her lips are parted, eyes dark with heat, every inch of her already trembling with need.

I trail my hands up her thighs, slow and reverent, savoring the way she shudders under my touch. “Up here,” I murmur.

She nods, barely, and shifts forward, bracing herself on the headboard as she lowers herself gently onto my mouth. I grip her hips, holding her steady, and taste her—slow, thorough, and unrelenting. Her breath catches, a sharp gasp, as her fingers clutch the headboard.

Every flick of my tongue draws a deeper sound from her throat. She rides the edge, hips grinding against my face, her moans filling the room until she’s nearly shaking apart. I don’t stop until she’s pulsing, breathless, whispering my name like a prayer.

Then I guide her back, easing her down along my body until she hovers over the head of my cock.

Her eyes flutter closed as I grip her hips again, lining us up—and slowly, she sinks down onto me, inch by inch.

The stretch makes her gasp, and I groan, head falling back at the feel of her wrapped around me, hot and tight and perfect.

Fuck.

Her warmth wraps around me inch by inch, tight and wet and still fluttering from the last orgasm. My cock stretches her wide, and she takes every inch, grinding down until I’m buried inside her. Balls to ass. No space between us.

She trembles.

I groan, forehead pressed to her collarbone, fighting the need to explode already. “You feel so fucking good.”

She starts to move—hips rolling, body rocking in long, slow drags that make my vision blur. Every time she rises and drops, her inner muscles clutch around me like she never wants to let me go. And I don’t want her to. Not ever.

Cole is at her side, one hand on her thigh, the other teasing her nipple until she moans, head falling back. Jax trails kisses along her shoulder, fingers gliding over the curve of her ass as he whispers filthy praise in her ear.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Riding Liam like you were made for it. You love being worshiped, don’t you, baby?”

She whimpers, grinding deeper.

“You want more?” Cole adds, voice low and dark, thumb circling her clit until she gasps. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she pants, breathless and desperate. “Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.”

Her body picks up speed, bouncing on my cock now, slick and messy and relentless.

I grab her hips, meeting every thrust, our bodies crashing together with a rhythm that feels like thunder.

Her breasts bounce beautifully with every movement, and Jax takes one into his mouth, sucking hard as Cole pinches the other.

She’s surrounded. Filled. Claimed.

“Come for me,” I growl, voice cracking as her pussy clamps down tighter. “Now.”

She shatters—back arching, nails digging into my chest, mouth open in a soundless scream as her orgasm tears through her.

She pulses around me like a fucking vice, and I lose it.

I slam up hard and hold her there, hips locked as I spill deep inside her, filling her until I feel it leak out around my cock.

But she’s still grinding, wrung out but insatiable—her hips moving in slow, messy circles, desperate for more even through the overstimulation. Her skin’s flushed, slick with sweat, and her breath comes in sharp little gasps that vibrate against my chest. Unbelievable.

Cole leans in behind her, one hand sliding up her spine, the other gripping her jaw to whisper hot against her ear, “You want to milk every drop out of him, don’t you? Ride him until he can’t breathe?”

She whines, and it’s raw, needy, electric. Her thighs quiver around me as she keeps moving, and I feel every twitch, every flutter of her tight heat dragging more of me to the edge.

Jax grabs her chin, tilts her face, and kisses her hard—deep, messy, so full of possession it’s like he’s trying to brand her soul. She moans into his mouth, hips stuttering as she grinds harder.

Cole’s hand trails down, brushing over her breasts—tweaking a nipple just enough to make her jerk—then lower, slipping between us. His fingers slide through the thick mess where we’re joined, smearing it in slow, slick circles over her clit.

“Too much,” she chokes out, head falling back. “I can’t—I can’t?—”

But her hips keep moving, even as her thighs tremble violently around me. She’s fighting it—fighting the edge and craving it at the same time.

“Yes, you can,” Jax growls, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her jaw, her cheek, her temple—anywhere he can reach. “You love it. You love being touched like this. You love being ours.”

Cole doesn't stop either. He circles her clit in slow, tight swirls, then changes the pressure, tapping and pressing in erratic pulses that make her body jolt against me. Her breath catches like a sob in her throat.

She tries to pull away, shaking, overwhelmed, but I hold her hips steady, thrusting up just enough to keep her pinned right where she needs to be.

“No escaping this,” I growl, my voice low and ragged. “You’re going to fall apart, right here, in our arms.”

Jax takes her face in both hands and whispers into her mouth, “Let it happen. Let us watch you come. One more time, baby. Just for us.”

Cole pinches her clit gently and then soothes the sting with a rub of his thumb—and that’s what shatters her.

She stiffens like a bowstring, back arching hard. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream before the sound finally rips from her, raw and unrestrained. Her whole body seizes, pulsing, clenching around me so tightly I nearly lose it again.

We’re there instantly—anchoring her. I hold her hips in place as she grinds and trembles through it, groaning with the feel of her milking me again. Jax kisses the tears from her cheeks. Cole whispers praise into her skin, fingers still stroking gently to draw out every last flicker of release.

She finally collapses, breath hitching, body limp and utterly spent.

And we catch her.

And god, she’s never been more beautiful.

My arms wrap around her. Cole strokes her hair. Jax kisses her temple. And in that tangle of sweat, heat, and love—we are whole.

We care for her after, hands gentle, touches reverent, and all curl around her. I slide in behind, one hand over her stomach. And by the time we are all reclining on the large bed, she’s already half asleep.

Still, for the first time in years, I let myself fully believe it.

This is ours. No one can take it. This is ours.

Her. Eli. The baby. The future.

And not one of us is letting it go.

The End

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