Page 197 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Wes kisses me with the reverence he usually saves for touching my bond mark. Roman’s hand moves along my side, tracing familiar paths until every place he touches feels awake.

I turn my face toward him.

He meets me halfway.

Wes’s mouth travels down my throat as Roman kisses me, and the bond fills with overlapping sensations: cedar and spice, Wes’s restraint thinning, Roman’s tenderness sharpening into hunger. My own need rises between them.

The town is quiet beneath the morning rain. The public fountains remain closed while BESTF and the state trace the contamination. Sullivan and Myrtle are awaiting trial. The larger GatorX operation remains open, but for this morning, no one needs anything from us.

Wes settles between my thighs and looks up my body. “Tell me.”

There is no uncertainty in his voice, only the alpha who loves hearing me claim what I want.

“My mouth first,” I say, touching Roman’s lips. “Then yours.”

Roman laughs softly.

Wes’s eyes flare. “Greedy omega.”

“You knew that before you moved in.”

“I was counting on it.”

They take their time with me. Roman holds my gaze while Wes draws pleasure through the bond in slow, powerful waves. Then they trade places, passing kisses along my skin and each other’s mouths until I can no longer tell where one man’s touch ends and the other begins.

Their affection for each other flows through me too. Roman’s love for Wes is warmer than his humor, deep and enduring. Wes’s devotion to Roman carries the steady weight of years spent choosing each other before either of them knew what our pack would become. I’m part of the connection they opened to receive me.

Roman draws Wes close and kisses him over my shoulder.

Their bodies press together, hands moving between the three of us. The sight sends heat through me, and the bond answers before I make a sound.

Wes looks at me. “You like watching your mates.”

“Yes.”

Roman’s forehead rests against Wes’s. “She likes being surrounded.”

“I love being surrounded.” The words still feel new in my mouth.

They shift me between them. Roman enters my body first, moving slowly while Wes holds me against his chest. I keep one hand in Roman’s hair and the other over Wes’s heart, feeling their pleasure rise through the bond beside mine.

Roman kisses me each time I tighten around him. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “You feel like home.”

The words carry more weight through the bond.

I feel the truth beneath them.

When he withdraws, Wes takes his place behind me. Roman remains close, holding my face and kissing me as Wes fills me.

They never leave me alone inside the pleasure.

We change positions without breaking the circle of our bodies. Pleasure travels through all three bonds. It builds differently now, not as three separate currents but one tide.

Wes’s control begins to fracture, and his growl vibrates through my back. “Scarlet.”

I turn my head enough to find his mouth. “Alpha.”

“What do you want?”