Page 139 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Wes’s fingers spread below my navel. “A wave?”

“Yes.” The word breaks apart as the pressure sharpens.

Roman kisses me through it. Wes presses his palm more firmly against the cramp, his chest sealing to my back while his purr rolls through the mattress.

The vibration sinks into me, but it’s not enough. I need more. I twist between them until I can reach both. One hand slides into Roman’s hair. The other finds Wes’s neck and pulls him down until his mouth closes over my shoulder.

Their scents collide around me. The ache swells.

“Need you,” I whisper.

Roman’s lips travel along my jaw. “Which one of us?”

“Both.”

Wes’s teeth scrape my skin without breaking it. “Good answer.”

His hand slips lower. I’m already drenched. Slick coats my thighs and the blanket beneath me, more than any heat I’ve endured. My body has spent years learning to survive these days with toys, cooling packs, and locked doors. Now it has two men in the nest, and every instinct inside me celebrates by becoming greedier.

Wes’s fingers slide through my wetness. My hips jerk into his hand. Roman catches my mouth again, swallowing the sound as Wes circles my clit. I reach between us and find Roman hard beneath his briefs. His breath falters when I close my hand around him through the fabric.

“Love.” The warning in his voice dissolves into a groan when I stroke him.

Wes watches over my shoulder. His eyes have gone dark, alpha power filling the nest until my omega purrs in answer.

He catches Roman by the back of the neck and pulls him into a kiss across my shoulder.

Their mouths meet hard. Roman’s hand tightens in my hair. Wes’s fingers continue moving between my legs while he kisses his mate, and the sight of them sends another spill of slick over his hand.

Wes’s mouth curves against Roman’s. “She likes watching us.”

Roman turns his face toward me, lips swollen. “Do you?”

“Yes.” My answer is breathless.

Wes kisses him again, slower this time, their tongues meeting while Roman’s hand slides down my body and closes around Wes through his sleep pants.

Wes gives a deep, involuntary growl.

The three of us move together. Roman strokes Wes. Wes works his fingers inside me. I keep my hand on Roman, caught between their bodies while the nest fills with purrs, harsh breath, and the slick sound of every touch.

My mind blurs at the edges. The heat strips thought down to sensation.

Wes curls his fingers, and I cry out.

Roman’s mouth drops to my breast, and his tongue circles my nipple while Wes drives me toward my first orgasm. My hand loses its rhythm around Roman, but he covers it with his and moves us together, guiding my grip over his cock while he strokes Wes with the other.

All three bodies remain connected. The pleasure rises too fast.

“Wes.”

“I’ve got you, little omega.”

The name pours through me. I come around his fingers, clenching hard enough to make his hand still inside me.

Roman bites gently at my nipple, his purr vibrating against the sensitive skin while my orgasm runs its course.

It doesn’t satisfy the ache. It only deepens it. I roll onto my back and reach for Wes. “Knot.”