Page 140 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

His control fractures across his expression.

Roman pulls my soaked panties down my legs while Wes strips. I watch the two of them touch as they move, Roman’s palm dragging over Wes’s chest, Wes catching Roman’s wrist and kissing the inside before lowering himself over me.

Roman settles beside us, one hand wrapped around his own cock while the other strokes my hair away from my face.

Wes rubs himself through my slick, and the head of his cock catches on my clit. My body opens for him before he enters, my hips trying to force him where I need him. He pushes inside with one slow thrust, and the stretch drags a broken sound from my throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

In his gaze, I see my own hunger reflected.

Roman’s hand slides between our bodies, finding my clit while Wes moves. The heat turns every deep stroke into hunger. Wes drives deep, pulls back, and fills me again while Roman keeps pace with him.

Their hands meet over my body. Wes’s fingers cover Roman’s for a moment, directing the pressure before Roman turns his wrist and grips Wes’s hand instead. Wes bends to kiss him.

They remain linked over me, their mouths moving together while Wes fucks me. I lose whatever remains of restraint to my omega.

I grab Roman’s hair and pull him to my mouth. He kisses me while Wes’s lips move along Roman’s neck. Roman reaches back, gripping Wes’s ass and urging him deeper.

“Harder,” I beg.

Wes answers with his body.

The bed shifts beneath us. Pillows tumble against the wall. My nest closes around all three of us, saturated with our scents and the pounding rhythm of Wes’s thrusts.

Roman speaks against my mouth. “Tell him how good he feels.”

“Full.”

Wes growls.

“More,” Roman says.

“Deep. I need more.”

Wes’s control burns away. His hips drive harder. The base of his cock swells, the growing knot catching each time he pulls back.

My body clenches around him. The wave rises again, hotter than the first. Sweat slicks my skin. Roman’s fingers move faster over my clit while Wes reaches between us and closes his hand over Roman’s cock.

Roman cries out against my throat.

Wes strokes him in time with every thrust.

The three of us fall into one rhythm. Wes inside me. Roman’s hand between us. Wes’s hand around Roman. My fingers tangled in both of them.

“Come for me, little omega.”

Wes’s command tears an orgasm out of me.

I arch beneath them, crying his name as his knot pushes inside and locks us together. The stretch floods my body with another rolling crest. Wes shudders over me, his hand tightening around Roman until Roman comes across my stomach with a raw groan.

Wes turns his head and catches Roman’s mouth before they bring me into a rough and hungry shared kiss. Wes finishes inside me on a shout, breaking the kiss.

I lie beneath them, full of Wes’s knot, Roman’s release warm on my skin and their scents thick enough to taste.

The need should recede. Instead, it snarls back to life.

My body rocks against the knot. The movement draws a helpless sound from Wes.