Page 93 of Into the Fire: Before

And now Caine was touching me. Kissing and fucking me.

Finally.

Needed that touch. For so long, but today much more.

Every bit of me was pink, raw, swollen. My lips tasting his skin. My nipples beneath his fingers. My lungs, fighting to keep up with my sprinting heart as I sped my movements against him. My pussy, already fluttering around his stiff cock.

My heart that reached out to his.

My omega who sighed and laid down at long last.

The buzzing beneath my skin quieted.

My pack was here.

Need them. All of them. Touching me.

The whine left my throat before I’d even finished the thought. A blink later, a warm body settled behind me. Eyes shut, I turned, scenting.

Fresh green eucalyptus, a woody smoke that wrapped around me.

Brooks.

My hum vibrated through me as I leaned my weight back against his chest, never letting Caine slip out of me. Brooks’ hands cupped my breasts, kneading, while he rubbed his cheek against mine.

“You full enough, sweetness?” he murmured into my ear. I hummed, not sure what my answer even was. He chuckled before replying, “Any room left for me?”

“Yes,” I hissed, just the thought of them both inside me sending fresh lava through my veins.

Brea appeared next to us. Magnificent. Perfect alpha. Smelled and tasted and fucked so good I had to touch her have her couldn’t wait couldn’t stop—

“You see to yours, Lin”—My mate’s voice sounded so much further away than she was, next to me—“and I’ll see to mine.”

Lin! Where’s Lin?

“Right here, Omega,” he answered. His fingers trailed down my arms, and my omega settled.

Brooks shifted behind me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, hand on the front of my throat. Still supporting my torso with his as he turned at an angle. Just enough room for Lin. For Lin’s head to drop. For his mouth to descend on Brooks.

Brooks’s arm clenched around me. Caine’s hands on my hips lifted me, dragged me slowly down his cock again.

Couldn’t hold myself upright. Body all jelly. Leaned back into Brooks.

Won’t let me fall.

A bolt of lightning struck, right at my clit.

I yelled, jolting up. Brea was bent, head in my lap. Red hair spilled over my legs, Caine’s legs. Hid her face. Didn’t like that. Growled.

She laughed against my clit, making me buck again. But she swiped her waves away so I could see her tongue flick out and tease me again.

The crash and crack of her wild current tore through me.

Red haze grew. Skin on fire. Flames licking up around and inside and over every inch of me. A million stars born through my skin. An entire goddamn universe erupting, blowing me apart. Decimating me. No more me. No more him, and him, and him, and her. Us. Only us. One big ball of writhing red energy.

Voices met me through the void.

“—lose my fucking mind.”

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