Page 151 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

A growl rolls out of him.

My body answers with another gush of slick.

He replaces his fingers with his cock and pushes in fast, one deep stroke that fills the ache before it can widen again. I cry out into the trees.

Roman catches my face and turns me toward him. His mouth covers mine while Wes fucks me hard enough to rock all three of us against the SUV.

The hatch frames the cypress canopy above. Green light flickers across Wes’s shoulders, and sweat shines along his chest. Roman’s breath warms my cheek while one hand holds my breast and the other finds my clit.

Every thrust drives me back into Roman. Every movement of Roman’s fingers tightens me around Wes. The three of us fall into a rhythm before thought can return.

“More,” I beg.

Wes grips my hips and gives it to me. His alpha has taken over. Cedar floods the air. His eyes stay fixed on where his cock disappears inside me, watching my body take him while Roman whispers against my mouth.

“That’s it, love. Let him use all that need.”

Wes looks up. “Tell me whose cock your heat begged for.”

“Yours.”

“Again.”

“Yours, Alpha.”

His control snaps. He pounds into me, fast and deep, the cargo floor shifting beneath the force. Roman holds me steady, fingers circling my clit while Wes’s knot swells.

The danger outside turns my every sensation sharper. A deputy could call. Or a motorcycle could appear on the service road. The courier’s tracks run through these same woods. My body focuses on Wes filling me and Roman surrounding me while the fever burns itself down.

Wes reaches over my shoulder and pulls Roman into another kiss without slowing.

Roman groans into his mouth. His hand leaves my breast and slides between their bodies. Wes’s hips falter when Roman grips him near the base, the knot still growing with every thrust.

“Give her your knot,” Roman says. “She needs it.”

Wes drives deep. The knot wedges inside and locks us together. My orgasm tears through me before he finishes swelling. I come with his name breaking from my throat, my body clenching around the impossible fullness while Roman keeps working my clit.

Wes shudders over me and comes hard. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and his teeth scrape my neck. I rock against the knot, pulling another pulse from him.

“Little omega,” he growls. “You’re going to kill me.”

Roman’s hand slides along Wes’s shoulder, grounding him. “She’s safe.”

It’s several minutes of heavy breathing before either of us can move.

Wes lifts his head and looks past us toward the trees. The alpha in his expression remains wild. “She should never have been exposed out here.”

“She asked for this,” Roman says.

“She was in pain.”

“And you answered.”

His attention returns to me.

I reach for his face. “You both gave me what I needed.”

Roman kisses Wes’s temple. “Your pack is okay.”