Chapter 37: Ivy

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

IVY

I lean back against the cool stone wall of the new temporary base's lounge, trying to get used to the white marble and gold filigree that seems to be everywhere in Surhiira. Even though this mine is outside the capital city, it's relentlessly beautiful.

Plague's aversion to concrete and steel definitely makes more sense now.

The carved marble walls should feel cold and sterile, but somehow, they don't. Maybe it's the way the gold filigree accents catch the soft lighting from the lanterns, or maybe it's just because my alphas are here with me, making any space feel like home.

Whiskey sprawls across one of the plush velvet couches, taking up way more space than necessary. He tried to get me to join him, but no matter how much he enticingly patted the cushion beside him to try to change my mind, I'm too nervous to sit down. He's still wearing his formal clothes from the club, though his jacket is unbuttoned and his tie is long gone. His partially dehorned mask dangles from a finger.

"All I'm saying is, we should've grabbed some of that rich people booze before we left," he says, continuing the debate he started with Plague a few minutes ago. "Your wine's fuckin' delicious, don't get me wrong, but that was the opportunity of a lifetime. Just one of those bottles was more than a soldier makes in a year."

"There wasn't exactly time for that," Plague replies dryly from where he's perched in an ornate armchair, his legs crossed in front of him. He’s replaced his mask with a scarf. "And I'm sure you were grossly underpaid when you were just a regular soldier."

I catch Wraith's eye from where he stands to my right, looming over me. He's still wearing his suit, too, but like Plague, he’s wearing a scarf instead of his masquerade mask. He notices me watching him and his eyes crinkle a little at the corners. His way of smiling.

I smile back to him and move a little closer. He snakes a strong arm around my waist, pulling me closer against his warmth as we look back to the great debate that's been keeping my mind occupied while we wait for Thane and Valek to return. I can tell everyone's on edge about them being off together without anyone else around, but I don't think Valek would screw us over.

Not since he started his groveling era.

"The fuck would you know about my salary, Your Highness?" Whiskey demands, but he doesn't actually seem angry. If anything, he seems to enjoy needling Plague about his royal status. They've been getting along better than usual lately. None of their bickering has much heat to it anymore.

"I know enough about Columbia to know they weren't exactly investing in soldier comfort," Plague says, examining his gloved hands with exaggerated interest. "Their fireworks budget was higher than that."

"Yeah, well..." Whiskey trails off, clearly unable to argue that point. "Still should've grabbed the booze."

I can't help but laugh a little. The bickering is a nice distraction. That's probably why the Ghosts do it all the time. "Pretty sure getting out with our leverage was more important than stealing alcohol," I muse.

"Speak for yourself, wildcat," he jokes with a grin, glancing over at me. "I got my priorities straight."

Wraith lets out a low rumble, his version of a laugh. It's good to see him somewhat relaxed again after what happened in the cell.

"You wouldn't know straight if it bit you in the ass," Plague mutters.

Whiskey's eyebrows shoot up. "Was that a joke ? From Prince Stick-Up-His-Ass himself?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Plague says primly, but I catch the hint of a smile in his eyes. "Are you just wishing you'd stuck around to find out what Raven meant when he said you were the cute one?"

"Hey," Whiskey barks. "He wasn't talkin' about me."

"He looked right at you," I point out.

"He did not," Whiskey groans, dropping his head back against the couch. "He was clearlylooking at you."

"Fifteen for the cute alpha ," Plague says, echoing Raven's words. "Not the cute omega. "

Whiskey scowls at him and fidgets uncomfortably. "Could've been any of us," he mutters. He glances at Wraith like he's about to say something stupid and my eyes narrow warningly, but whatever he's thinking about saying, he keeps it to himself.

Wow. He's actually capable of having a filter.

There's a first for everything, I guess.

Then the door opens and Thane strides in, his dark eyes scanning the room automatically before settling on us. Even in his charcoal suit, he still carries himself with the commanding presence of a military leader.

"Well?" Plague asks, sitting up straighter.

"Valek made contact," Thane says, running a hand through his dark hair. "So now we wait."

I shift against Wraith's solid warmth, watching Thane's face carefully for any sign of what he's thinking. He looks tense, but that's nothing new. We're almost always tense.

"How long do we wait?" I ask.

Thane shrugs, his broad shoulders moving beneath the charcoal suit. "Could be hours. Could be days. Nikolai isn't exactly known for his predictability."

"Or his sanity," Whiskey chimes in from his sprawled position on the couch. "Just sayin'. The guys' completely unpredictable."

"You're one to talk," I mutter.

He just grins at me, unrepentant as always.

Valek slips into the room behind Thane, his eyes glinting with the same silver as the accents in his scarf. He’s wearing it again even though it clearly annoys Plague. Or maybe because it annoys Plague. “We simply have to trust that thirst for power and wealth will overcome everything else.”

"And if it doesn't?" Plague asks, his pale eyes narrowing.

"Then we're no worse off than we are now," Valek replies with a shrug. "Though I must say, the promise of Surhiiran gold does tend to make people remarkably forgiving. Especially people who have had to buy their own survival."

I catch the way Plague's jaw tightens at that. He's still not entirely comfortable with using his homeland's resources this way, even though the queen gave her blessing. Another reminder of how complicated all of this is.

"What do we do now, then?" I ask.

Thane shrugs. "We wait."

I watch Whiskey and Plague fall back into their usual bickering, with Valek joining in this time, though there's an undercurrent of deeper affection to it now that wasn't there before. Everyone is clearly still tense around him, including me, but seeing him try so hard is making it a little bit easier to consider a future where I'm not as pissed off as I am.

It's sweet, in its own way, like watching them bond over a sport. And I guess fighting is a sport to them. But I can't relax. My body thrums with tension from everything that's happened, and I can tell by the rigid set of Thane's shoulders that he's just as wound up.

My mind drifts back to that thought Plague implanted in my mind about Thane and Wraith, and in spite of all the things weighing on my mind, I feel my stomach clench at the thought.

Maybe there's a way I can help the two alphas work off some of this stress. The way their massive frames fills out their black suits is doing things to me, anyway.

And I'm tired of fighting it.

I shift against Wraith's solid warmth, tilting my head up to meet his intense blue eyes. His arm tightens around my waist instinctively.

"Thane," I say softly, drawing his dark gaze to me. "Can I talk to you and Wraith for a minute?" I pause, watching the way his muscles tense. "Alone?"

Thane hesitates, his eyes darting to the door. He's still on high alert after everything that's happened, and I can tell he's weighing the risks of splitting up the pack even further.

"Please?" I add, letting a hint of need creep into my voice.

His nostrils flare slightly as he catches the shift in my scent. Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed quickly by heat. And confusion. Plenty of that, too.

"Alright," he says roughly.

Wraith just nods, as I knew he would. He'd follow me anywhere.

I slip out from under Wraith's arm and head for the door, swaying my hips just enough to make sure I have their attention. Behind me, I hear Whiskey let out a low whistle.

"Have fun," he calls after us.

"Shut up," Plague mutters, but there's amusement in his voice.

I catch Valek watching us leave with a sly grin, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he's learning after all.

The halls of our temporary base are quiet at this hour, our footsteps echoing off the marble walls. I lead my alphas through the winding corridors, not entirely sure where I'm going but trusting my instincts.

And right now, my instincts are screaming for privacy.

I can feel the heat of their gazes on my back as we walk. Thane's controlled intensity and Wraith's wild hunger, both focused entirely on me. The thought makes me even more set on finding somewhere perfect for us to retreat to.

"Where are we going?" Thane asks, his deep voice rough.

I glance back over my shoulder, meeting his dark eyes. "Somewhere private," I purr. "Unless you'd rather go back and listen to more bickering?"

A low growl rumbles from Wraith's chest, and I bite my lip to hide my smile.

"Point taken," Thane says.

We round another corner and I spot a door that looks promising. When I push it open, I find exactly what I was hoping for. A small sitting room, complete with plush velvet furniture, a large cot with clawfoot legs, and thick carpets.

Perfect.

I step inside, turning to face my alphas as they follow me in. Thane closes the door behind us with a soft click that seems to echo in the sudden silence.

For a moment, we just stare at each other. The air between us crackles with tension and unspoken need. These two fierce, dangerous alphas who would tear the world apart for me, waiting for my signal.

My heart races as I meet their heated gazes. Even though I think I’ve been pretty obvious about what I want, and they’re clearly turned on, too, they’re still on edge. Like they’re not sure if I'm about to pounce on them and drag them to bed or if I’m about to drop some kind of bomb on them.

In a way, I guess I am.

I take a deep breath, steeling my nerves. "I've been thinking," I start, turning to face them. "After everything that's happened... we could all use a way to blow off some steam. Together."

Thane's eyebrows shoot up.

Wraith goes very still.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Thane asks carefully.

Here goes nothing.

"I want Wraith to eat my pussy while I suck your cock," I say in a rush. Not going to bother mincing my words right now, even if my directness clearly surprises both of them. "And Thane, maybe... maybe you could knot my mouth?"

The words hang in the air between us. Thane's eyes widen, a mix of shock and unmistakable interest flashing across his features. He glances at Wraith, clearly unsure how to react.

Wraith, for his part, looks absolutely bewildered. Horrified, even.

Shit.

His hands move in sharp, agitated signs. I don't want to eat you anymore!

Wait. That's what he thought I meant?

Thane's head snaps toward him. "You wanted to eat her?"

Wraith stares awkwardly at Thane.

"I kind of figured, but I wasn't sure," I admit.

When we'd first met, Wraith had definitely looked at me like he wasn't sure if he wanted to devour me, fuck me, hold me, or all three at the same time. It had scared me back then, before I realized the feral alpha just had no experience with omegas and didn't know what to do with me.

Now, I want that.

Just not in the fatal way.

Thane pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a long-suffering sigh. "Okay, for the record, this is why I had concerns." He gestures at Wraith, exasperation clear in his voice. " These are the concerns."

My face burns as I look between Thane and Wraith.

"I... um..." I stammer, suddenly at a loss for words. How do I explain what I want without sounding completely depraved? "Thane, could you maybe help...?"

Thane clears his throat, shifting his weight as he turns to face Wraith. "She wants you to use your mouth on her," he begins slowly, his deep voice rougher than usual. "Down... there. What she did with you in the cave, only… in reverse."

Wraith's head tilts, those intense blue eyes darting between us. His hands move in a flurry of rapid signs I can't quite follow.

"No, not to bite ," Thane clarifies quickly. I notice the slight strain in his voice, the way his pants seem tighter than they were a moment ago. "With your tongue. You would lick her pussy. To… make her feel good."

I glance at Thane’s bulge, and for the first time, I wonder if his tense behavior around Wraith since the cave incident isn’t because he didn’t like witnessing that, but because he liked it a little too much. He’s always uptight and finding ways to feel guilty about his alpha instincts, even though his are pretty damn benign. It adds up.

Understanding dawns in Wraith's eyes, and to my surprise, he doesn't seem as horrified by the concept as I expected. He turns to me, his hands moving in careful, deliberate motions.

Are you sure? Won't that scare you?

Even now, with the prospect of fucking laid out before us, his first thought is for my comfort. "I'm sure," I say, maybe a little too quickly. "And, yeah, it might be a little scary. But that's part of what makes it exciting."

Wraith stares at me for a long moment, clearly trying to process this information. I can almost see the gears turning in his head as he weighs the potential risks against my obvious desire. Finally, his massive shoulders rise and fall in a heavy sigh.

If you're sure, he signs.

I nod, suddenly feeling lightheaded as the reality of what we're about to do sinks in. Thane takes my hand, guiding me toward the cot that dominates the center of the room. The silk sheets are cool against my skin as I lie back, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure they can hear it.

Wraith hesitates at the foot of the cot, his massive frame tense with nervous energy. I hold out my hand to him, offering a smile.

"It's okay," I reassure him. "I trust you."

I watch as Wraith's massive shoulders relax slightly at my words. When he reaches up to unwrap his scarf, his movements are still hesitant, uncertain. He averts his gaze as the fabric falls away, clearly expecting me to change my mind about this when I see his scarred face and sharp teeth again.

But the sight of him takes my breath away in an entirely different way than he probably expects.

He's so fucking hot.

By any normal standard, his appearance should be terrifying. His massive stature, even for an alpha. The exposed muscle and bone of his jaws. The permanent grin of sharp teeth that could tear flesh from bone. The deep jagged furrows of scar tissue spiking up from where he must have had a normal mouth once.

But I don't just accept his appearance. I'm genuinely attracted to it. To him. To everything about him that apparently terrifies everyone else.

He's a beast, but not in a bad way.

He's like a wild wolf, deadly and beautiful and absolutely perfect just as he is. The sharp angles of his exposed teeth gleam in the light from the sole lantern in the room, and my heart races not with fear, but with something else entirely.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Wraith's blue eyes snap to mine, wide with disbelief. A low, wary rumble builds in his chest, the tone questioning and uncertain.

I reach for him again, and this time, he comes to me. His movements are careful, measured, like he's afraid of moving too fast and scaring me. When my hand touches his face, the rumble in his chest intensifies. His massive hand comes up to cup my face with impossible gentleness, those rough fingers barely ghosting over my skin. I lean into his touch, showing him with actions what my words might not fully convey.

I want this.

Want him .

His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I can't help but shiver at the contact. Even that small touch sends electricity through me. My body responds to him on an instinctive level.

I press a kiss to his palm, maintaining eye contact to show him I mean it. His sharp intake of breath makes my heart skip. Even now, after everything we've been through, he still seems amazed that I want to touch him. That I want to be close to him.

"You're not going to hurt me," I say softly, though I know that's what he's worried about. "And even if you did... it would be so fucking worth it."

His eyes darken at my words, pupils dilating until there's just a thin ring of blue around the edges. The predator in him recognizes the willing prey before him.

Why is it turning me on that my suspicions were confirmed? My suspicions that he did want to eat me once?

Maybe I am crazy.

I pull Wraith down to me, no longer willing to wait. His massive frame cages me in, making me feel small but not trapped. Never trapped. Not with him.

"Trust me," I whisper against his scarred jaw. "Like I trust you."

The last of his hesitation melts away as he lets out a sound that vibrates through me. Half growl, half purr.

I feel Thane shift beside us, clearly not sure what to think of all this. But instead of breaking the moment, his presence only intensifies it. The air grows thick with tension and the earthy scent of alpha musk.

My alphas.

My protectors.

All mine.

Thane settles beside me, his dark eyes burning as Wraith moves between my legs, his movements careful and slow. My breath catches as he leans in, the collar of his suit jacket bunching up from the movement, his hands traveling down my body to my hips, those piercing blue eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Fuck, I love that suit on him.

"Wait," Thane says suddenly. Wraith freezes, looking up at him warily. "Maybe we should... ease into it. Start slow."

I bite back a frustrated growl. As much as I appreciate Thane's concern, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might snap at any moment. "It's okay," I assure them both. "I want this. I don't want it to feel safe."

Thane hesitates for just a moment longer before nodding. He shifts, positioning himself near my head. The sight of the bulge straining against his charcoal slacks makes my mouth water. He should wear a suit more often, too. It's perfect for him. Highlights his broad shoulders, his thick biceps, the hard lines of his torso cutting into his hips.

Wraith's breath is hot against my inner thigh as he settles between my legs. My heart pounds, but I force myself to relax, to trust him. The trust is half the fun. His hands are impossibly gentle as they slide up my legs, pushing the fabric of my dress higher.

I try to steady my breathing as I watch him hesitate, his jaws parting slightly like he's still not sure if this is a good idea.

And it probably isn't.

But when his tongue slides out between his sharp teeth and he disappears between my legs, the tip of his tongue brushing over my clit, it takes everything in me to not come undone immediately. I'm already so wet for these alphas that as Wraith's tongue lifts away from my clit, my slick drips from it and lands on my throbbing bud, making me arch off the cot with a strangled gasp.

It's everything I imagined.

Hot and wet and so, so good.

"Fuck," Thane breathes, his voice tight. "You okay, little one?"

I can only nod in response to Thane's question, words failing me as Wraith's tongue begins to explore. The first tentative swipe sends electricity arcing through my body. He's so careful, so gentle, clearly afraid of hurting me with those razor-sharp teeth. But as cautious as he is, I can feel the dangerous edge of them grazing my inner thighs as he works.

The contrast of danger and pleasure makes my head spin. I carefully move my hips against his hands, silently begging for more. Wraith takes the hint, growing bolder as he gains confidence. His massive hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he delves deeper.

Holy shit, his tongue is long . So much longer than I realized. He reaches places inside me I didn't even know existed, curling and twisting in ways that have me seeing stars. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to startle him.

"Don't hold back," Thane murmurs, his voice rough with arousal. "Let us hear you, beautiful."

I meet his dark eyes, seeing the heat there, and something in me snaps. The next swipe of Wraith's tongue pulls a keening cry from my throat. He freezes for a moment, clearly startled, but when I dig my fingers into his choppy dark hair and pull him closer, he takes it as the encouragement it is.

His rumbling growl vibrates against my core, adding a whole new layer of sensation. I can feel the sharp points of his teeth pressing dangerously close to my most sensitive areas, but my nerves only heighten all my other senses.

The knowledge that one wrong move could cut my pussy, but trusting that he won't... it's everything I wanted and then some.

Wraith's tongue delves impossibly deep, curling in a way that has my toes curling too. I cry out again, louder this time, beyond caring who might hear.

"That's it," Thane encourages, his hand coming up to cup my face. "You're doing so well. So brave."

I turn my head, nuzzling into his palm. The fabric of his pants is tented obscenely, and the scent of his arousal is obvious over the heady scent of my own. Without thinking, I reach for him, palming him through the expensive material.

Thane hisses, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Ivy..."

"Please," I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. "I want to taste you."

For a moment, I think he might refuse. But then Wraith does something particularly clever with that wicked tongue of his, prodding it against my spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry. When I come back to myself, Thane is hurriedly unbuckling his belt.

I lick my lips in anticipation as he frees himself. He's huge, the head already glistening with precome. I reach for him eagerly, but he holds back, uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "It's a lot to take..."

"Stop worrying," I growl. Before he can keep raising his concerns, I fumble his zipper down and grab his cock. The first taste of him on my tongue makes us both groan. He's salty, musky, perfect. I take him deeper, relishing the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw.

Wraith chooses that moment to focus his attention on my clit, his long tongue swirling around it in persistent spirals, and I moan around Thane's cock. The vibrations in my throat must feel good because he curses under his breath, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair, more rough than he usually is.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls. "So good for us, little omega."

I preen under the praise, doubling my efforts. It's a challenge, coordinating my movements with the rock of my hips in Wraith's rough hands, but I'm determined. I want to make them feel as good as they're making me feel.

Wraith's tongue is relentless, lapping at me like a man dying of thirst. I can feel myself getting close, that familiar tension building low in my belly.

But it's not enough.

I need more.

I pull off Thane's cock with a wet pop, gasping for air. "Wraith," I pant. "Your teeth... use them. Carefully."

He pulls back, his brow furrowed as he stares at me.

Yep. He thinks I'm nuts.

"I trust you," I tell him. "Please."

Wraith searches my face for a moment longer, then nods. When he lowers his head again, those sharp teeth scrape against my inner thighs, leaving stinging lines in their wake as his tongue slides from my hole to my clit, pressing against the underside of the bud. A spike of frigid heat shoots up my spine and I quiver violently, my eyes rolling back into my head like I'm fucking possessed.

Thane's hand tightens in my hair. "Ivy..." There's a warning in his voice.

"Shhhhh." I take Thane's cock back into my mouth to shut him up. It works. He stops protesting. I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, and I'm rewarded with a strangled growl of his own.

Wraith's tongue sweeps around my clit again, circling it with maddening precision. But this time, I can feel the barest scrape of teeth, the points pricking gently against my pussy like a steel trap. The knowledge that one slip could fuck me up shouldn't be as hot as it is, but I'm way too far gone to examine it too closely.

A shudder runs through me as those deadly points graze my most sensitive flesh. My hips buck involuntarily, chasing the dangerous sensation. Wraith growls, the vibrations traveling straight to my core. His massive hands tighten on my thighs, holding me still as he continues his relentless assault.

I moan around Thane's cock, taking him deeper. The stretch in my jaw is delicious, grounding me as pleasure threatens to overwhelm my senses. Thane's fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my movements as he starts to thrust shallowly into my mouth.

"Fuck, Ivy," he groans. "Your mouth feels so good..."

Pride blooms in my chest at his words. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, determined to make him lose control.

Wraith's tongue flattens against my clit, the texture sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

Then I feel it.

The barest sharp scrape of teeth against my inner lips. My whole body goes taut, caught between instinctive fear and equally instinctive arousal.

But Wraith doesn't hurt me. Instead, he uses the points of his wolfish teeth with exquisite precision, adding just enough pressure to heighten every sensation shooting through my core. The contrast of his gentle tongue and dangerous fangs has me trembling, teetering on the edge already.

I have to fight to hold on.

I moan desperately for more, hoping somehow he'll know not to stop, since I can't beg him with Thane's cock buried in my throat.

He rumbles in response, doubling his efforts. His tongue dips lower, circling my entrance before plunging inside. The feeling of that long, dexterous muscle exploring my depths has me seeing stars. My hands fist in the sheets as I fight to keep still, not wanting to risk those sharp teeth cutting me by accident.

"Fuck, you should see yourself," Thane groans above me.

I quiver violently as Wraith's tongue works magic between my thighs. The contrast of his gentle licks and dangerous teeth has me trembling on the edge of bliss. I struggle to focus on pleasuring Thane, but the dual sensations are overwhelming.

Thane's fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. The stretch burns deliciously, grounding me as Wraith's tongue swirls around my clit. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, determined to drive Thane wild.

"Fuck, that's it," Thane growls. "Take it all, little one."

His words send a fresh surge through me. I relax my throat, letting him slide deeper until my nose is buried in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. The musky scent of him fills my senses.

Wraith chooses that moment to graze his teeth ever-so-gently along my inner thigh, his tongue sweeping up again. The sharp points send shivers racing up my spine. I moan around Thane's length, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

"She likes that," Thane pants. "Do it again."

Wraith rumbles in response. This time when his teeth scrape my sensitive flesh, it's with more pressure. The hint of danger has me clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.

As if reading my mind, Wraith's tongue plunges into me. The length of it reaches places I didn't even know existed. My hips buck involuntarily, chasing the sensation. Wraith's massive hands tighten on my thighs, holding me still as he fucks me with his tongue.

I whimper around Thane's cock, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Thane's thrusts grow more erratic as he nears his peak. His grip on my hair borders on painful, but I welcome it. The slight sting only heightens every other sensation.

"I'm close," Thane grits out. "Gonna knot that pretty mouth."

My eyes widen at his words. We've never done this before. The thought of being so thoroughly claimed by both my alphas at once sends a fresh flood of slick coating Wraith's tongue.

Wraith growls, the vibrations traveling straight to my core. His teeth scrape dangerously close to my clit as he laps up my slick. The knowledge that one wrong move could filet me has me trembling on the edge.

Thane's cock swells, stretching my jaw to its limit. I struggle to breathe through my nose as the bulge of his knot presses against my lips. For a moment I panic, unsure if I can take it.

"Relax," Thane soothes, his voice strained. "You can do it. Just breathe."

I force myself to relax. With a final thrust, his knot pops past my lips and teeth, locking us together. The stretch burns, but in the best way possible. I feel so utterly claimed, caught between these two fierce alphas.

Thane's release floods my mouth, hot and salty. I swallow reflexively, milking him for every drop. His fingers card through my hair, gentler now as he praises me.

"So good for us," he murmurs. "Taking my knot so well."

A warm glow spreads through me and my eyes flutter shut at his praise. But I can't respond, my mouth still stretched wide around Thane's knot. All I can do is try to breathe through my nose as Wraith redoubles his efforts between my thighs.

His tongue lashes my clit relentlessly, those deadly teeth a constant, thrilling threat. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of bliss. My hands fist in the sheets as I fight to hold still.

Then Wraith does something unexpected. As his tongue plunges into me once more, his thumb accidentally brushes against my asshole. The jolt of sensation has me clenching around his tongue with a muffled whimper.

Wraith freezes for a moment, clearly startled by my reaction. But then a low, dangerous growl rumbles through him. Before I can process what's happening, his thumb is back, rubbing slow circles around that sensitive ring of muscle.

Oh fuck.

My hips rock against his face, silently begging for more. Wraith takes the hint. His tongue delves impossibly deeper as he increases the pressure of his thumb. Not quite breaching me, but promising more.

Wraith's thumb presses more insistently against my asshole as his tongue ventures deeper inside me. The dual sensations make my head spin, pleasure and pain blurring together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. I whimper around Thane's cock, my jaw aching from the stretch of his knot.

Thane's fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place as he starts to move again. Short, shallow thrusts that push his knot deeper into my aching mouth with each motion. The slight pain and the bumping of his crown against the back of my throat only heightens everything else I'm feeling.

"Good girl," Thane growls above me.

His praise sends another surge of heat through me. I moan, the sound muffled by his cock, as Wraith's teeth graze my throbbing clit. The points send more jolts of electricity arcing through my body. I'm trembling on the edge, so close I can taste it.

Then Wraith pushes his thumb inside me.

The stretch burns, my body instinctively trying to reject the intrusion even as I fight to open up for him, letting out as much of a keening whimper I can muster with Thane's knot filling every inch of my mouth. I squirm, trying to adjust to the fullness stretching my asshole, but Wraith doesn't need the help. He's relentless, working his thumb deeper as his tongue continues its assault on my clit. The pain mingles with ecstasy until I can't tell them apart anymore.

My eyes roll back in my head again as Wraith crooks his thumb, making fireworks explode behind my eyelids. I cry out as much as I can around Thane's cock, my whole body going taut as a bowstring as Thane's grip tightens on my upper arms, holding me still as Wraith digs his fingers into my cheeks.

"Fuck," Thane hisses. "She's close. Her throat's fluttering around me…"

Wraith growls in response, the vibrations making my pussy tingle even more. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue lashing my clit and folds as he works his other thumb into my hole. His thumbs start pulling me open, working my clenching hole. The stretch is almost too much, but I'm too far gone to care.

I'm dimly aware that I'm making desperate, needy sounds around Thane's cock. Begging without words for more, for release, for anything they'll give me. My hips buck against Wraith's face, chasing the heat coiling in my belly.

Thane's hands tighten on my arms. "Easy," he murmurs. "We've got you. Just let go."

As if those words were permission, something inside me snaps. Ecstasy crashes over me in waves, whiting out my vision. My body convulses, clenching around Wraith's fingers and tongue as I fall apart, crying out around Thane's cock.

But they don't stop.

Wraith keeps licking, his fingers still working inside me as aftershocks roll through my body. Thane's knot keeps me from pulling away, forcing me to take every bit of stimulation they give me. It's too much, overwhelming in its intensity, but I can't escape it.

I don't want to.

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as I hurtle toward another wave, impossibly fast. Wraith's teeth scrape against my inner thigh, leaving stinging trails in their wake.

"Look at me," Thane commands, his voice rough with arousal.

I force my eyes open, meeting his dark gaze upside down. The heat I see there makes me shudder. He looks wild, primal, so far from his usual controlled demeanor.

"Good girl," he purrs.

I squirm against their grip, overwhelmed. But they hold me firmly in place, stretching me out like an offering between them, helpless to do anything but take what they give me.

"Deeper," Thane urges Wraith, his voice strained. "She can take more."

Wraith rumbles in response, and I feel his thumbs push further into me. The stretch makes me whimper and twist against their strong grip, but the ache mingles with the pleasure racking my body until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Wraith withdraws his tongue only to thrust it all the way into my pussy until his teeth prick my folds, and I feel the dangerous scrape of his fangs as he curls the tip of his tongue hard against my spot.

My entire world narrows down to the points where they're touching me. Thane's cock stretching my mouth and throat. Wraith's thumbs opening me up, his tongue fucking into me. The firm, unrelenting press of their hands holding me still.

I'm trembling on the edge of another peak, but it feels different this time. Bigger. Like a tidal wave building, ready to crash over me and sweep me away. I whimper around Thane's knot, silently begging.

"That's it," Thane growls hoarsely above me. "Take it all, little one. Come for us again."

His alpha command makes me come apart spectacularly.

The orgasm crashes over me with the force of a tsunami. My body goes rigid, every muscle locking up as unbearably intense pleasure courses through me like I'm being electrocuted. I'm dimly aware that I'm screaming around Thane's knot, but I can't stop. Can't control anything as wave after wave of all-encompassing ecstasy washes over me.

Through the haze of bliss, I feel Thane start to move more erratically. His grip on my arms tightens to the point of bruising as he thrusts deeper.

"Fuck," he growls. "I'm gonna?—"

He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he buries himself as deep as he can in my throat, his knot pulsing as he comes again. I swallow reflexively around him, milking him for every drop even as the waves continue to roll through me.

Wraith growls against my pussy, the vibrations prolonging my orgasm. His thumbs work deeper inside me, massaging me from the inside out as his tongue never stops its relentless assault. I'm caught in an endless loop, unable to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins.

Time loses all meaning. I'm only vaguely aware of their hands holding me steady as aftershocks continue to wrack my body.

Eventually, the intensity starts to ebb. I become slightly aware of other sensations beyond the haze of bliss. The ache in my jaw from being stretched around Thane's knot for so long. The sting where Wraith's teeth scraped my sensitive flesh. The throb of my hole around Wraith's thumbs. The way my throat feels raw from screaming.

Thane's knot finally goes down just enough for him to carefully pull out of my mouth. I gasp for air, suddenly realizing how oxygen-deprived I've been. He immediately cradles my face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away tears I didn't even realize I'd shed.

"You okay, beautiful?" he asks, his voice rough but tender.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse croak. My throat is too wrecked for words. Instead, I nod, offering him a weak smile.

Holy shit.

That was everything I'd hoped it would be and more.

Wraith slowly withdraws his thumbs, making me whimper at the loss. He presses his sharp teeth in a surprisingly gentle kiss to my inner thigh before looking up at me, his blue eyes filled with both awe and concern.

Did I hurt you? he signs.

I shake my head emphatically. No, he didn't hurt me. At least, not in any way I didn't thoroughly enjoy. I reach for him with trembling hands, and he immediately moves up to lay beside me. Thane settles on my other side, and I find myself cocooned between their warm bodies, the cot creaking beneath their combined weight.

The hard planes of Wraith's abdomen tense under my fingertips as I brush my hand over his shirt, tracing the defined muscles hidden beneath the fabric before I start undoing the buttons. My heart races, a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and fresh excitement coursing through me. I feel Thane's warmth at my back, his breath tickling my neck as he watches.

"We're not finished yet," I murmur to Wraith, my voice husky.

And I mean that literally.

I'm going to give him one hell of a reward.