Page 9 of Fight or Fly

I shivered, feeling more slick gathering between my legs, and let the alphas take control.

FOUR

Leona

ICOULD HAVE everythingI wanted this time, I thought distantly.This was allowed.There would be no holding back, no poor substitutes for what I really needed.

“Lie on your front,” Flynn said, urging me to roll over with a touch. “Not that I wasn’t enjoying the view.”

I did as I was bid, humming a bit as I nestled into all the softness. Jax shifted position to settle next to my head, which lay cradled on my arms. A moment later, callused fingers threaded through my hair, dragging across my scalp over and over in a soothing, rhythmic motion.

“That’s more like it,” Flynn said.

Something clicked above me, and I shivered as cool wetness dribbled down my spine. The click came again—the opening and closing of a bottle cap. Strong hands slid up and down the length of my back, spreading the massage oil over the feverish flesh. I groaned as thumbs pressed into the tight muscles between my shoulder blades, knotted by months...years... of unrelenting tension.

One by one, the knots gave way, as though they were as powerless beneath an alpha’s hands as the rest of me was. Bliss and need grew in equal measure as Flynn dug into my muscles while Jax’s fingers stroked and tugged at my scalp.

“You like that?” Flynn asked, a purr rumbling up in his chest.

“Yes, alphas,” I replied breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”

“We’re not gonna stop, sweet thing,” Flynn said.

This wasn’t full heat yet—not even close. But the promise behind the words still made my empty passage clench.

Flynn’s strong hands moved lower, kneading my ass. I squirmed, my legs falling open invitingly as I proceeded at maximum velocity toward full-on omega slut mode. Instead of taking the invitation, though, he chuckled and continued down my legs, kneading my hamstrings and calves, and finally my bare feet. A tiny squeak escaped me as his thumbs dug into my arches—the kind of noise prey makes when it’s been caught.

When he worked his way back up my legs, his big hands roamed the insides of my thighs. Anticipation froze my breath in my lungs. He paused, chuckling again.

“Might want to keep breathing, sweet girl,” he said. “It’s kind of important, after all.”

His fingertips teased the final inch separating him from where I wanted him. My lungs burned, lightheadedness making me dizzy until the air finally exploded free in a gush, and I dragged in panting breaths.

“There you go,” Flynn said, and slid several thick fingers inside of me.

I keened at the perfect, burning stretch of it, and tried to fuck back against him, driving them deeper.

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