If she was this needy already, this desperate…

  She needed their knots.

  On shaking legs, I backed up and grabbed a bottle of water. Unscrewing the top, I drained all of it while watching Roan and Rhett coax her into drinking. Then Roan was lifting her off Rhett’s dick. The other alpha bit back a snarl but Roan was already carrying Wren toward the bedroom.

  Since we’d planned to bring her here, we’d brought stuff over while Roan tracked her in the woods. Then we’d gone to join in the hunt. Like some giant hunting cat, Rhett was on his feet and prowling after them.

  Roan had been busy while we fucked her. The bedroom was prepared, the sheets drawn back, a cover peeking out from under the fitted sheet. The sight of Wren sprawled on her back, legs apart with all of our come glistening between her thighs made my mouth water.

  Then Roan was there with a cool cloth and she let out a cry and tried to escape him cleaning her up. I joined them in holding her still, wiping her down and then rolling her over to clean her ass as well.

  “Drink,” Roan ordered, pressing the bottle to her lips. Wren’s eyes flashed fire and for a moment, the woman we adored was right there, glaring back at him. “There you are…” He brushed his knuckles down her flushed cheek. “There you are.”

  “Roan,” she whispered his name in a rough croak. Then her gaze slid to me. “Jay…” When Rhett reappeared, she let out a sigh. “Rhett.”

  Languor infused her frenetic movements and she blew out a long breath. Some of the cloud in her eyes drifted away and when Roan cupped her cheek, she covered his hand with hers even as she reached out a hand toward me. When she would have twisted, Rhett came to sit on the bed next to her.

  “We’re here,” I promised. “We’re not going anywhere.”

  Chapter

  Twenty-Three

  WREN

  The desperation began to climb once again before they even finished wiping me down. Exhaustion and need twined through me to begin fanning the flames that seemed barely quenched, despite the ferociousness of their taking. Flushed and burning beneath my skin, I wanted more.

  What control I’d found on the run to get here—was gone. Utterly destroyed. Every bit of it shattered like thin ice under their blades. My throat, my cunt, even my ass were all well-used and the orgasms still echoed in the ripples of my body even as the taste of them lingered on my tongue.

  You’d have thought that was enough. But no, the fever climbed. Jay rubbed my arm, the contact should soothe but it just made me shift as need curled under skin, demanding, prescient and fierce.

  Roan stood there, one knee on the bed as he held out another bottle of water toward me, a god carved from stone and willpower. The weight of him dominated the room and even as Rhett eased onto the bed on my other side.

  His wet hair, and red-flushed skin betrayed the shower he’d taken. I hadn’t even realized the water was on, but Jay pressed a kiss to my shoulder before he slid off the bed and I tracked his passage to the bathroom.

  The water came on again as Rhett lifted me until I was in his lap, my back to his chest—the contact of skin on skin sent me up in flames. I couldn’t have stopped the moan I released even if I had wanted to, and currently, it wasn’t even a distant thought on the horizon.

  A soft laugh escaped Rhett as he pressed a line of kisses along my throat and I tilted my head to give him access even as my gaze latched onto Roan’s. His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes drinking me in as I unraveled.

  “I’m fine,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. Too breathless. Too hollow.

  “You’re not.” He closed the distance between us in a slow, almost sinuous motion. The touch of his finger to my cheek another point of pleasurable burn so intense it almost hurt. My body was already going softer, melting into Rhett even as I reached up to clasp Roan’s wrist. They felt so good. “You’re dehydrated. Your blood sugar’s tanking. You need food.”

  “I need you.” The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. “I need you so fucking bad⁠—”

  “Eat first,” he said, firm and unrelenting. “Then we talk.”

  “I don’t want to fucking eat,” I snapped, desire transforming into fury. Couldn’t he feel the fever in my skin? The slick already coating my thighs? The demand of the hunger wrenching me inside out? “I’m dying, Roan, I hurt. You have no idea how much⁠—”

  Rhett’s cock was against my ass and so hard, all I had to do was rise up a little and I could fill myself with him. Gorge on him.

  Roan shifted his grip so fast, I didn’t see it coming. He fisted my hair, yanking my head back just enough that I gasped. Rhett’s fingers flexed against my hips, the bite of them as sharp as the pain against my scalp.

  “Stop.” Roan’s voice was low. Lethal. “Listen to me.”

  My heart slammed against my ribs, but I went still. Even the writhing under my skin went quiet, quiescent… playing dead at his command.

  “This is going to get worse before it gets better. You think you’re desperate now?” His fingers tightened slightly in my hair. Not cruel. Controlled. “You need strength to survive this. If you pass out or crash or go into shock, you think I’m going to let anyone touch you then? You think I would? You want this? Then you keep your body functioning first. You keep your mind here with us.”

  I blinked up at him, caught in the weight of his gaze. The words were harsh, but his scent—God, his scent—wrapped around me like warm smoke, grounding and infuriating at once.

  My lip trembled. I hated how close I was to crying. Hated how deep this need carved through me. He was right. I did need strength. But more than that, I needed them.

  Roan held me still, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “Do you understand me, Wren?”

  I swallowed, throat tight. “Yes.”

  He didn’t release me immediately. Just watched me, making sure the answer came from more than my lips. That it rooted somewhere real. As I stared up at him, locked there under the heat of his gaze, I realized something sharp and aching, I hadn’t even really seen him yet.

  Not the way I wanted to. Not the way I would.

  Not when I was so strung out I could barely hold a thought between my legs screaming for him. Not when I’d spent the last week fighting this, avoiding it, denying myself—denying them.

  But I would. I’d see them. All of them. I’d learn every detail. Every scar. Every piece of history etched into their bodies. I would take them in every possible way.

  That was my promise, as I slowly reached up and touched his face.

  Roan froze as my fingers brushed the coarse stubble along his jaw. The rasp of it had raked over my own cheek earlier. The contact had marked me and somewhere deep inside, in a place I didn’t want to examine too closely, I reveled in that knowledge. His breath hitched, just enough for me to catch it. He was holding on, too.

  “I haven’t even gotten to appreciate you,” I whispered, fingers trailing to the corner of his mouth. “Not really. Not the way I want to.”

  His jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. His pupils blew wide as I dragged my hand down the center of his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin.

  “But I will,” I whispered. “Every inch.”

  The way he growled—it was soft, but primal—sent a ripple of heat down my spine. He released my hair, but not me. His hands caught my cheeks, steadied me even as I swayed toward him.

  Rhett bit down on my shoulder in a move that held me still, but didn’t hurt. A reminder that he was there too and I reached with my free hand to grip his thigh. His muscles went tense, and his cock was even harder, if that was possible. The pressure of it along the crack of my ass a sensuous promise.

  Oh… Jay had taken my ass. That revelation slipped out from under the haze of need trying to cloud my mind, but Roan stood like a barrier. Jay had been so careful, but he’d given me no quarter and I could feel where every inch of him had been. There would be no knot with Jay, but when…

  A delicious shudder went through me as a cascade of images spilled through my mind. Wanting and caring about them had always been a part of me, even if I kept it locked down and under control. Some lines you didn’t cross. But we had now and I didn’t think there would be any going back…

  “You eat first,” he said again, but this time, his voice was ragged. Thinner. “Then we’ll see how long you can survive what you’re asking for.”

  My body already had surrendered. It wanted to surrender again. More, my mind was ready to give in and just fall, trusting him—them—to hold me together even as everything inside me tried to split apart.

  And I did trust him.

  “I’ll eat,” I said, throat raw.

  “Good,” he replied. “Because when we start this time, my beautiful, tempting, so fucking incredible omega, I’m not stopping until you beg for mercy.”

  His possession swept through me, knocking aside old doubts and past objections. Those were from then, this was now. I would beg, no doubt existed within me. But not yet. Not until…

  “Make sure she eats,” Roan said in an almost guttural growl that had my cunt clenching, my toes curling and my ass shifting against Rhett. His hitch of breath reminded me that I wasn’t alone in my need and that had my gaze dipping to where Roan’s cock stood erect, long, beautifully curved and the tip so red it was damn near purple. Every vein was visible, as carved and beautiful as the rest of him.

  Oh, I would definitely be begging.

  “I have her,” Rhett said, then he bit down carefully on the juncture where my shoulder met my throat and I went liquid. The hold was declaring his intentions to claim. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back, baring my throat to them both without a care. They were telling me what they were willing to do and I wanted them to know I was ready for it.

  “Fuck,” Roan said a moment before his mouth closed over mine. The kiss was hot, fierce, all teeth and tongue and heat, then he was gone as he practically ripped himself away. Jay was back, a towel hitched around his naked hips, but it did nothing to disguise the tent made by his cock.

  “You finished showering,” I whispered as the water came on again. Oh, and Roan was in there.

  Jay chuckled as he carried the tray over to the bed and Rhett shifted me, then his cock was right at my entrance and I glanced back at him as he grinned.

  “For fuck’s sake…” Jay started but Rhett and I had already gripped his cock and I sank down on it. We both hissed out a long breath and my inner muscles went tight, flexing around his thickness as he stretched me perfectly.

  “Not fucking her yet,” Rhett said as he seated himself fully. This angle made him a lot, and he was already a lot. Once there, though, he wrapped an arm around my waist, a band to keep me still. “Just giving her cunt something to hold onto while we feed her. ‘Cause her scent is going to drive me insane.”

  And Roan was in the shower.

  That knowledge sank into my bones even as it hit Jay. I clenched around Rhett’s dick, flexing my inner muscles and when he bit me this time, it did hurt. The teeth left a mark and he spread one of his hands over my breast. Then he twisted a nipple until the pain definitely edged over the pleasure.

  “Behave,” Rhett growled. “Eat before Roan comes back out here and punishes all of us.”

  There was something utterly intoxicating about that idea. Instead of arguing, however, because Rhett was inside of me and I was spread wide so Jay could see every inch of my flesh, I reached for one of the fruit slices. The apple was cold and crisp. Then Jay lifted a cracker layered with a slice of sharp cheddar and smoky ham.

  Each flavor exploded on my tongue, a decadent experience. Gaze locked on Jay’s, I took another cracker as he fed it to me, then stroked my lower lip with his thumb. He put the tray on the bed next to us and took a seat where he could feed me. Rhett fed himself, though and in between bites, he would thrust a water bottle to me.

  The simple pleasure on Roan’s face when he came out of the bathroom absolutely arrested me. He watched as I drained a bottle and nodded in satisfaction. The warmth that bloomed in my chest had nothing to do with the need in my body, a need that was already beginning to build even with Rhett’s cock buried inside of me.

  We weren’t moving other than the boys feeding me. Rhett’s cock had stretched and filled me. The thickness helped to quiet the need, even if it made my internal muscles tremble. Still, I was far from satisfied and the fact I recognized it was… different. At least for me. If I was aware of my own scent, then they had to be.

  When Jay held up another cracker, this one boasting more sharp cheddar with a kiss of blackberry jam and a salty cashew, I took the whole bite and sucked off his fingers. His eyes darkened instantly.

  Playing with fire?

  Check.

  Prepared to get burned?

  Double check.

  At the same time, something felt… off.

  I looked around the room, brow furrowing. This wasn’t the cabin I’d rented. Rhett shifted beneath me, pushing up ever so slightly and the stretch bumped the head of his cock inside. It—was distractingly wonderful.

  Aware of Roan’s watchfulness, I finished chewing my bite of food before taking the fresh water bottle and washing it down. Then I said, “This isn’t my cabin. Not the one I booked.”

  Jay stretched out beside me like a lazy cat, one hand tucked under his head, the other trailing along the inside of my thigh just because he could. His grin was slow and smug, wicked in a way that made my stomach twist—part nerves, part anticipation.

  “Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ like it was a joke we were both in on. “Yours was cute, but empty. I took care of it.”

  “Took care of it?” I echoed, not sure I wanted to know what that meant.

  Rhett leaned forward, nipping my ear this time. The sharpness of his teeth sent a zing rebounding through my system. My nipples went to points even as my cunt clenched around him like a fist. His hiss was pure decadence to my ears.

  “There was another one a little further out,” he said, his voice low and calm. “We rented it, too.”

  I blinked. “You rented… both cabins?”

  Jay chuckled, stealing a berry off my plate like a thief. “No one for miles,” he said, popping it into his mouth. “Just us.”

  Something in my chest tightened. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. Yet, there was an inescapable thrill at the idea that I was trapped with them. Trapped in a position where my heat would drive us all mad and we were already lovers, whether it lasted past this moment—whether the moment took days or not—I didn’t have an answer.

  Frankly, I didn’t care. Not right now. Not when they were everything I could want. Maybe I hadn’t invited them. But I certainly didn’t want to escape either.

  Then Roan turned to look at me.

  He’d been quiet this whole time, lounging at the foot of the bed, watching. But when his gaze met mine, it hit like a live wire—sharp and hot, like it could burn through me if I didn’t look away. I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  All that power he wore like a second skin focused down to a single, smoldering point.

  “You’re all ours,” he informed me, his declaration every bit as intentional as Jay’s bite. The liquid heat spilled into my blood like fire and then there was room for nothing else. No air, no thoughts, nothing.

  With three words, he’d given my body permission to let go and the torrent that spasmed through me had Rhett growling, Jay’s pupils swelling to drown out the iris and made Roan’s slow, devastating smile grow.

  “Yes,” I whispered, giving in to what we all wanted right now. “Yours.”

  Chapter

  Twenty-Four

  ROAN

  She tasted like honey and heat.

  The kisses we’d shared so far had all been in the fiery heat of the moment, all possession and control to bring her back to us when the heat eroded every inch of her control. The orgasms had been intense and ferocious.

  Feeling her pretty little mouth on my cock was a memory I would keep close. More, I wanted a repeat. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs, lick her cunt up like my favorite ice cream until she bathed me in her slick and her cries. Then I would sink into her and fuck her into the mattress until she took my knot and my claim.

  All of these thoughts, this hunger, this primal instinctive need to grab and hold onto her was a firestorm in my blood. Even as the scent of her heat perfumed the air with the intrinsically feminine sweetness of her scent, the musk a heady taste on my tongue, I recognized just how easy it would be to slip the leash.

  But not this time. No, this time it was all about getting her through the experience. Helping her and easing her aches—if that took our cocks, then so be it. Jay couldn’t knot her, but he could give her orgasms and a solid place to stand. Too many overlooked what a beta brought to the relationship.

  They didn’t knot and they didn’t go into heat. They were less a victim to their own instincts and more a tempering of our own. A good beta was worth a dozen mediocre alphas and then some. Jay was more than “just a beta.” He was our friend and he cared about Wren every bit as much as we did.

  I hadn’t missed the fact that Rhett was getting his cock warmed in Wren’s cunt or how she leaned back into him. The tiny little flexations of her muscles rippled along her thighs and her abdomen. She was soft and curvy in unexpected ways. I’d always appreciated her form, but she often wore these narrow cut dresses, pantsuits, and jackets.

  They emphasized her height, her leanness and drew the eye away from the softness of her breasts, the way her hips flared, and the gentle little pillow on her abdomen. My cock was so hard it hurt, and still I drank in the sight of her. Jay was running a hand up and down her leg, a soothing petting motion.

  “Rhett,” I said, almost growling. Just because I could control myself didn’t make me any less feral where she was concerned or diminish how much the need to have her gripped me.