Page 46

His hips jerk. “Pepper.”

Theo’s hands move over my waist, helping me into position. His cock presses against my pussy from behind, thick and hot. He coats himself in my slick, then pushes inside slowly.

The first stretch pulls a moan from me around Ezra. Ezra’s hand catches in my curls. Theo fills me inch by inch until his hips settle against mine.

For a moment, none of us moves.

Ezra’s fingers cool at my scalp, fading enough to leave a tingling trail across my skin. Theo reaches past me and grips Ezra’s thigh. The contact makes Ezra sharpen again.

Theo thrusts. The motion pushes me forward over Ezra’s cock and I take him deeper, adjusting to the rhythm. Ezra strokes my cheek, then reaches past me to grip Theo’s wrist where it rests at my hip.

The three of us move together. Theo’s cock drags through me, deep and steady. Ezra’s taste fills my mouth. His hand alternates between warm pressure and spectral cool along the back of my neck. Theo reaches around me and rubs my clit. My whole body shakes.

Ezra whispers praise above me, voice breaking when I suck harder. Theo’s thrusts grow rougher, but his hand stays careful between my thighs. I come with Ezra in my mouth and Theo buried inside me.

The orgasm folds me around both of them. Theo growls and slows enough to hold me through it. Ezra’s fingers tighten in my hair. I keep moving. Ezra comes moments later with a rough cry, one hand locked with Theo’s while I swallow around him.

Theo doesn’t stop until I’m shaking again. When he finally pulls out, he cleans me, coaxes me into drinking water, and carries me to the bathroom because my legs have stopped being useful.

I sleep through most of the next day. When I wake, the July light is white and hard beyond the attic window. Theo sits against the wall with me in his lap. Ezra lies beside us, one hand spread over Theo’s thigh. A cool cloth rests across my chest.

Theo lifts the bottle.

“No,” I say.

“One swallow.”

“At this point, I’m made of half water and half cum.”

Ezra chuckles.

“One.”

I glare at Theo and drink three. His purr turns pleased.

Ezra opens one eye. “She is trainable.”

I throw a pretzel at him. It passes through his shoulder and lands in the blankets. All three of us stare at it. Then Ezra laughs so hard he flickers. The sound loosens the fear from the room.

By the third morning, I stop pretending the need will settle. I wake burning. Theo is already hard beneath me. His alpha scent fills the nest, heavier than before. His eyes open as I shift over him.

“Little rabbit.”

“I want your knot.” The words come out clear.

Ezra pushes himself upright beside us.

Theo’s hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t move me. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“It will be a lot.”

“I want it.”

His thumb strokes my side. “If anything feels wrong, you tell me.”

“I will.”