Page 85 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Eventually, she exhales and nods. "Okay, you can move."

Shade sets his hands on her waist and shallowly rocks his hips, pushing more of his cock into her. She breathes through the increasing pressure, her cunt stretching wider and wider.

Shade murmurs more praise to both of us. "That's my good boy. Such a good girl. My little brats, playing so well together."

And then his hips meet her ass, and he bottoms out, his cock all the way in. Snug against my own, and my head spins with the realization.

Halley is making disbelieving sounds, like she's confused about how she's fit two big cocks into her little body. I'm sure the stretch is overwhelming, the pressure so great she can feel it in her teeth. I'm a little jealous.

"Fuck," she swears, and it makes me chuckle, jostling us all.

It's so weird hearing her curse properly.

Shade smacks my side, and I wheeze as I do my best to hold my laughter in.

There's a sound behind us. The bathroom door opens, and a sucked-in breath follows. We freeze like a bunch of naughty children caught doing something we shouldn't.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Knox growls, and I hear him prowl closer.

It must be quite the debauched sight. Halley sandwiched between two soldiers, stuffed full of their cocks.

There is a scraping sound over the stone flooring as he pulls a chair closer to the nest. I strain my neck, but he settles just outside my periphery.

"Don't stop on my account. Please, continue," he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Fucker is getting one hell of a show.

"How does it feel, Omega?" Knox asks in his stupid, smug voice.

She clenches her inner muscles in answer, hard, and the double grunt from Shade and me should be enough for him to understand. It's fucking amazing.

"Mmm, please," Halley squirms, and because she's sweating so much, it makes it difficult to keep her back pinned to my chest. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tighter. "Move…"

"You asked for it," Shade says hoarsely.

He moves first, and I follow. We withdraw halfway from her, and thrust back in.

"Oh rut," she gasps at that first thrust, tensing all over, like she's been hit by a sudden jolt of electricity.

"Halley, sweetheart, try and relax, okay?" Shade encourages through gritted teeth.

I have to breathe through my mouth because I can't afford to inhale her heat scent any more than I already am. My head is too fuzzy, swirling with rut, and I need to stay focused. I can't lose control.

She nods, hair tickling my chest, her eyes closed as she fights to unwind her spasming muscles. I follow Shade's lead and rock my hips slow and steady, no abrupt thrusts, just a smooth slide.

Halley starts to relax, her panting interspersed with little moans. Her hands are clasped on my arms around her belly, her fingers clenching and unclenching with each breach into her body. She lets herself be taken, trapped between the hard bodies of her mates.

Shade changes the rhythm, pulling out as I push in, and I can feel the crown of his cockhead sliding up the base of my shaft. The piercing makes color explode behind my eyes.

I silently thank past me for making that piercing a reality. It was a stroke of genius.

This is nothing like any sex I've had before. It feels almost dangerous, in an odd way. Like rigging up a pressure-sensitive explosive device, or a solo mission behind enemy lines. Certainly not something meant to happen in such a soft, safe place as a nest.

Of course, that hint of danger only makes it better. My veins are singing with the high from Halley's trust. She trusts me to stop if she needs me to. To not break her completely.

"Alright, Halley?" Shade asks, leaning over her to brush the baby hairs off her damp forehead.

She opens her pretty, glazed purple eyes, and smiles languidly at him.

"Verbal answer, Omega," he says with his firm, no-nonsense voice.