Page 88 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

“I’ve got you, beautiful.” I kneel upright between her thighs and stroke the head of my cock through her slick. Wes stays behind her, one arm braced around her waist while she leans back against his chest.

“Shit. We need protection.” She’s so slick that it tests both my patience and my common sense.

“I’m on birth control and suppressants. Please. I want to feel you.” Scarlet opens wider for me, and I have to close my eyes to gather my control.

I press against her entrance and stay there.

Scarlet pulls me closer. “Slow,” she whispers against my mouth.

I kiss her as I push inside.

The first inch steals the breath from both of us. She opens around me, tight enough to make my vision blur. Her body holds for a breath, then softens.

I stop and kiss her cheek, letting her adjust.

“Breathe,” Wes says near her ear.

Scarlet does.

I slide deeper.

Her nails press into my shoulders as I fill her inch by inch. I watch her face, afraid I will miss the instant when her pleasure becomes discomfort.

“I’m all right,” she whispers.

“I’m still planning to go slowly.”

“That sounds suspiciously like an alpha answer.”

“Pack contamination.”

Wes gives me a look over her shoulder. Scarlet laughs, and her body loosens. The sound nearly finishes me.

By the time my hips meet hers, my control is dangerously close to failing.

“Roman.” Her voice is wrecked already.

“Let go, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” The words come easily. Maybe because they are true.

Wes’s hand moves between us, his fingers finding her clit, and Scarlet jerks around my cock. “Too much?” he asks.

“No.”

“Then take him.”

The command rolls through her. She tightens around me hard enough to pull a groan from my chest. I have to move, slow strokes at first. Long enough for her to feel every inch… gentle enough that she can find the rhythm with me.

My hands stay at her hips while Wes touches her clit and kisses her throat. Scarlet’s hips meet mine. That small response fills me with a ridiculous amount of pride. She is taking pleasure and giving it back, learning the shape of us while we learn her.

The couch creaks beneath us. Rain taps faster against the glass.

“More,” she says.

I give it to her, my next thrust landing harder.

Scarlet cries out, and it’s the prettiest fucking sound.

Wes catches her mouth while his fingers rub tight circles against her clit. Her leg hooks over my hip, opening her wider, and I drive into her again.