Page 189 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Wes leans forward and kisses the side of my neck. His hand slides around my hip and pulls me closer until Scarlet is held between us. Nothing about this feels like taking turns. Every touch belongs to what we make together. Wes lowers Scarlet onto the quilts and settles between her thighs. The first sweep of his tongue makes her fingers close in his hair. Her breath catches.

He looks up. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“Your mouth.”

His pleased growl sends a shiver through her.

He gives her exactly what she asks for. Wes worships her with the patience of a man who has waited his entire life to be invited. He keeps her at the edge until her thighs shake around his shoulders and his name breaks apart on her tongue.

I lie beside her, kissing her whenever she reaches for me. She pulls me close enough that Wes’s hand finds my body while his mouth remains on her. Pleasure draws the three of us tighter. Scarlet comes with one hand buried in Wes’s hair and the other gripping mine.

Before the tremors finish, Wes rises over her.

She reaches between us, guiding him. “Please.”

His gaze locks on hers as he presses inside.

The first movement is slow. Scarlet’s lips part, and her purr turns ragged.

I kiss her while Wes finds a rhythm, one hand braced beside her shoulder and the other holding her hip. She keeps me against her mouth, her palm sliding down my body until I groan into the kiss.

Wes reaches for me too. His fingers close around my cock and stroke in time with the movement of his hips. Scarlet feels what he is doing and smiles against my lips.

“My greedy omega,” Wes says.

“Ours,” I reply.

Scarlet makes a needy sound.

The answer pleases her.

Wes draws back before his knot can swell. Scarlet protests, but I move into his place behind her. She rises onto her hands and knees, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her trust strips every clever word from my mouth.

I enter her slowly. Wes kneels in front of her and catches her face between his hands. She kisses him while I move inside her, her body shifting between us. Wes’s hand reaches down to stroke her clit and my shaft as I drag my dick out and back in. The sensation tears a rough sound from my throat. Scarlet arches her back.

“More,” she says. “Give me both of you.”

Wes kisses her harder as we shift.

I hold her hips and move onto my knees, pulling her up, while Wes gets into position. Two slick strokes and she squeezes around me, her pussy working my cock as she comes. I hold her steady until her breathing softens and then I help her straddle Wes.

She takes hold of him and wastes no time, taking his thick cock in one go. I move between them as Wes wraps his arms around her and curls her onto his chest. He slips out, and I take his place.

Together, we take her apart between us. The contact is slick, hot, and intimate. Pleasure moves through their scents. Mine answers. Our strokes find a rhythm until we’re panting, our bodies sliding together in a coordinated push toward oblivion. Scarlet purrs as though she has found the center of the pack and intends to remain there. She comes again with my name against Wes’s mouth, and I can feel his urge to knot in the bond.

I pull out and stroke myself to the sight of Wes driving back into Scarlet, his knot already swelling. He roars as he comes, and I spill onto the rounded swell of her ass before curling over her to press kisses to her back. Scarlet trembles in an orgasm so big that she keens in pleasure before going limp on his chest.

There is no distance left between us. Wes’s purr fills the nest, no restraint holding back the deep sound. It vibrates through her and into my chest.

“Alpha.”

Wes stills. Even now, balanced at the edge of instinct, he waits. “Tell me,” he says.

“I want your bite.”