Page 90 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

“You will,” Wes says.

She looks at me as if I might rescue her.

I thrust deep and hold. “You’re looking at the wrong beta. I want you to be a mess.”

Her laugh collapses into a moan as I press my thumb harder against her clit.

Scarlet comes again, tighter and longer, her pussy squeezing my cock until I can’t hold back. I bury myself inside her and come with my forehead pressed to hers.

Pleasure rips through me, but it’s the look in her eyes that leaves me exposed. She watches me lose control, but she doesn’t look afraid at what I show her.

For several breaths, we stay tangled together.

Scarlet’s fingers wrap around Wes, moving slowly. His cock pulses in her hand. She opens her eyes and looks at him. “Your turn.”

I withdraw carefully while she reaches for Wes with both hands. He bends over her, kissing her mouth, her cheek, and the tender place beneath her ear.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I want you.”

Even Wes Osprey is not immune to being handed his entire heart in four words. His eyes close for the briefest moment.

Scarlet touches his face. “You won’t hurt me. Just go slow.”

Wes kisses her palm.

I shift onto the couch and pull her against me while Wes kneels in front of her. She settles between us, her back against my chest.

This is what I love most, the way she lets herself lean back against me, trusting me to hold her weight. I tuck her closer and take hold of her chin, turning her until I can kiss her mouth.

Her breath catches against my lips when Wes takes her.

He is thicker. I feel the stretch in the way her body tightens and her lips break from mine.

My hand slides down her stomach. “Tell him.”

She swallows. “Slower.”

Wes stops before moving exactly as she asks.

He rubs her clit and barely moves. Scarlet relaxes, gripping my forearm while he slides deeper, inch by inch. When he is fully inside, his purr vibrates through all three of us.

His knot wants to swell. The restraint shows in every measured breath.

Scarlet looks at him. “You’re holding back.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you asked for my cock. You didn’t ask for my knot.”

A shiver runs through her. Her pupils widen, and her body tightens around him, but she doesn’t ask for more. Wes keeps his knot under control. There can be other nights if Scarlet chooses them. The hope in that thought surprises me.

When he is buried inside her, I circle her clit with two fingers.

She arches between us. Wes picks up the pace.