Page 115 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Pleasure gathers thick through my belly, spreading low and slow until every roll of his hips drags a sound out of me.

“That’s it,” he says softly, his voice rough with restraint. “Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

I come with my hands in his hair, my whole body curling toward him, pleasure pulsing in waves I can’t outrun. He keeps moving, slower now, kissing the tears from my cheeks until a rough breath sounds from the doorway.

Wes stands there with his shirt open and his hand over the hard ridge in his pants. He strokes himself while watching Roman fill me, restraint visible in the hard line of his body.

Want and need rise inside me, heat pooling low in my belly.

Roman glances back. “She wants you closer.”

Wes climbs into the nest near my head and unzips his pants. I reach for him, but he catches my hand and kisses my palm. “I want that pretty mouth.”

My pussy clenches, and Roman curses. “She likes that, Alpha.”

I let Wes feed me his cock while Roman moves harder. Wes threads his fingers through my hair, guiding without forcing. Roman’s cock drives into me in deep strokes, and each thrust pushes a moan around Wes.

Between the two of them, I can’t worry or think. They keep me in my body, caught in pleasure.

“You feel too good.” Wes pulls free before he comes and kisses me, tasting himself from my tongue.

Roman’s rhythm breaks, and I feel him lose the battle with his restraint. He buries his face against my neck and comes inside me with a shudder. When he eases out, he gathers me against his chest.

Wes settles between my thighs and presses the broad head of his cock against me. “Look at me.”

I meet his gaze.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I need your knot. I need you.”

Wes’s eyes darken, and his purr beats hard from his chest. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He enters carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. Wes is thicker, the stretch fuller and more demanding. Roman holds me from behind while Wes pushes deeper, inch by patient inch, until our bodies meet.

His first stroke steals my breath. He moves with control sharpened by hunger. Roman cups my breast and circles my clit while Wes drives into me, surrounding every frightened thought with touch.

“That’s it. Let go, and let your alpha in,” Wes says.

He hits a spot deep inside, and an orgasm pulses through me, spotting my vision. I come in a wave of slick, my breathing shallow. The base of his cock swells.

Wes stops. “Scarlet.”

I wrap my legs around him. “Please.”

His eyes hold mine. “Why?”

“Because we’re real.”

Roman’s arm tightens around my waist. “That’s right.”

Wes kisses me deeply, his alpha rumbling with hunger in his chest. “Ask me.”

“Knot me, Alpha.”