Page 30 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Warmth rolls through my body. “Please do, Alpha.”

He kisses me. There is nothing tentative about it. His mouth takes mine while he walks me backward toward the bed. My knees strike the mattress, and Wes follows me down and covers me with his weight.

Cedar floods the ridiculous pink room. I pull his shirt over his head and run my hands along the broad lines of his back. He groans against my neck when my nails drag lightly against his skin.

“You’ve been wound tight since the bakery,” I say.

“Why are you still talking?”

“You love when I talk.”

“I love finding ways to stop you.” His hand closes around my throat without pressure, thumb resting over my pulse.

My cock hardens.

Wes’s smile goes slow and alpha-sharp. “Good beta.”

Praise moves through me hotter than it should after all these years.

I catch his belt and pull him closer. “If you’re going to be smug, take your pants off.”

We undress each other with the ease of long practice, the kind built from years that started in a cramped dorm, where Wes barely spoke and I talked enough for both of us. It deepened through late-night study sessions that turned into shared meals and soft kisses. It sealed the first time he chose me as his. My body knows his. Every scar and sensitive place has been mapped through years of pack life, from that first hesitant touch to the certainty we carry now.

Wes kneels between my thighs and takes my cock into his mouth, wasting no time.

My head falls back. “Fuck.”

His hand presses my hip into the mattress while his mouth works me slowly, deeply, with the same focused attention he gives everything he decides matters.

I fist one hand in his hair.

He looks up, his brown eyes dark with intent. The sight nearly ends me.

“Not yet,” he says when I tighten.

He lifts his mouth and strokes me with one hand while climbing over me again.

I kiss him hard enough to taste myself.

He grabs the courtesy bottle of lube from the nightstand before pumping some into his hand.

“One perk of love-land.”

He grunts in begrudging acknowledgment and slicks himself. His fat cock presses against mine. I wrap my hand around both of us, and Wes braces his forehead against mine as we move together. I keep a tight grip on the downstroke, our hard dicks sliding through my grip. Friction builds between our bodies.

His breath breaks first, turning ragged. I love that it does.

“Imagine what it would be like with her?” I say.

His hips drive harder against mine. Our cockheads catch as the slick heads brush against each other. He rocks into the tunnel of my curved palm. “I can’t stop thinking about having both of you under me.”

The answer goes straight through me. Scarlet with us. I stroke faster.

Wes catches the back of my neck and keeps our foreheads together. “If she chooses this,” he says, voice strained, “she gets all of us. I can’t do half measures.”

“She won’t accept them anyway.”

A rough laugh escapes him.