Page 84 of Altius
“We s-shouldn’t be doing this,” Alijah whimpered in a hushed, breathy voice. “Not in her bed. Without her.”
I stopped inside the doorway, peering through the gap…and watched.
Admiring how the soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighted Joaquin’s tattooed skin and his wandering hands.
How Alijah’s slim form writhed against my sheets, his thighs spread wide, knees hooked over Joaquin’s forearms, hips rolling upward to take his mate deeper.
How stunning they were together.
Joaquin’s shaggy hair fell to one side as his head turned in my direction. His intense gaze cut through the darkness to meet my rapt stare.
“Hey, doc,” he said with a Cheshire Cat grin. “Wanna learn how to make our boy beg?”
Three steps into the room, I froze.
Not because I didn’t want to join them, but because Alijah covered his face with his hands, turning away from me.
“Sorry,” I said, pressing Wyatt’s shorts against my chest. “I’ll go—”
“No, no, don’t!” Alijah sat up a bit, one arm outstretched, reaching for me. “Didn’t mean it like that, I’m just…just…”
Joaquin also held out his hand, motioning for me to come closer. “He’s embarrassed. Been hard for hours. The pheromones were getting to him. Thought it’d be best to let off a little steam. But one good blowjob deserves another, and—”
Alijah knocked a heel against his mate’s side, earning a sly laugh for his troubles.
Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, I tucked Wyatt’s shorts into the storage ottoman at the foot of the bed, hidden beneath my extra blankets and pillows.
I eyed Alijah’s discarded forest green polo shirt on the floor, wondering if I could spirit it away before they remembered I was there.
A strong arm looped around my waist, redirecting my covetous thoughts from Alijah’s clothes to the man himself.
He was beautiful, from the uncertain furrow between his brows, to the broad planes of his nose, his plush lips, and the delicate linework of his fern leaf tattoo...
It was much larger and more intricate than I’d thought, covering the entire width of his shoulders, with more fronds unfurling across the tops of his biceps.
The silver crescents of Joaquin’s mating bite gleamed in the soft light.
I couldn’t help but imagine Alijah spread out like this, at our mercy, with a matching bite on his opposite collarbone.
“Gorgeous,” Joaquin murmured in my ear with a teasing roll of his hips, making Alijah’s eyelids flutter and his mouth drop open as he tried not to moan. “Isn’t he?”
“Mm. Very.”
“Should I tell her where to touch you, babe—or let her figure out all your sweet spots by herself?”
Alijah’s head thrashed from side to side. “Don’t make me choose.”
“Do your worst, doc,” Joaquin said with a flirty wink.
I was torn between wanting to respect Alijah, maybe giving him a few more minutes to warm up to the idea, and indulging my urge to lick every inch of his tattoo.
The battle was swift and decisive.
It was my heat. We’d all signed the same paperwork, giving each other permission to be naughty.
Which meant I could sample the pretty beta if I wanted to.
Straddling Alijah’s waist, I traced his full lips with my fingertips and watched him bliss out on his mate’s cock.
