Page 89 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

“That’s it,” Wes says. “Let him feel how much you want him.”

Her purr turns rough, and the sound caresses down my spine. I let the wonder stay on my face. Scarlet deserves to see what she does to me. Her eyes lock on mine, and I know she sees how thoroughly she has me. Instead of running from the weight of it, she reaches up and touches my cheek. Then her body tightens around my cock.

Wes feels the change too, and he answers it with a deep rumble. “That’s it. Come on his cock like a good omega.”

Scarlet breaks at his praise. Her body clamps around me while her cry fills the living room. I keep moving through it, slower now but deep, letting each contraction pull pleasure through both of us.

She shakes between us, making the sexiest sounds. Wes kisses her through the aftershocks, but his eyes stay on mine.

Don’t you come yet, his gaze says.

He knows me. He knows I have spent half my life making myself easy to need and difficult to abandon. He knows how badly I want this moment to last.

I breathe and hold.

Scarlet opens her eyes.

“Still with us?” I ask.

The sound she makes might be a word, but it’s mostly a moan.

“Want me to keep going?”

Her hands slide down my chest. “Yes.”

I thrust again. And her head falls back on a garbled, “Oh, shit. So good.”

The second build feels different. It’s less startled, greedier.

Scarlet reaches between us and closes her fingers around the base of my cock, where I disappear inside her. The touch nearly ends me.

“Careful.”

Her smile is pure trouble. “No. I want more.”

God, I adore her.

Wes laughs, low and pleased. He eases out from behind Scarlet and shifts to the cushion beside her, close enough that she can turn toward him without leaving my cock. Then he reaches for the fastening of his pants.

Scarlet watches him unzip. His thick cock springs free, and her attention shifts between us. She reaches for Wes while I move inside her. It’s so hot, I almost lose it.

He holds himself close enough to offer, and Scarlet closes the distance.

Her tongue circles his cock. His control fractures across his face.

Scarlet sees it and smiles before sucking on the tip. She likes knowing she can undo us.

I drive into her harder.

Her mouth tightens around Wes, her pretty lips sliding down his cock.

The three of us find rhythm together—my cock filling her, Scarlet’s mouth on our alpha, Wes’s palm closing over her breast, her thigh trembling against my hip.

I have loved Wes for years, and the sight of him with her expands that love, makes me see new facets of it.

Wes cups her breast while I slide one hand between us and find her clit. Her body tightens around my cock.

Scarlet lets his cock slip from her mouth, gasping. “I can’t again.”