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Her hips jerk, but he holds her firm, his big hands splayed across her hipbones to keep her open.
My palms burn to bring her as much pleasure as my bond brother. I cup her breasts, thumbs circling her peaked nipples in slow, teasing strokes. She's so soft here, the weight of her perfect in my palms. I pinch her nipples gently and she sobs, her back bowing so sharply I have to brace her.
Ronan moans against her cunt, making her scream. His tongue flicks over her clit. Once. Twice before he sucks, hard enough to make her thighs clamp around his head.
“Alpha!” she wails, clutching at my hair, trapped between the two of us.
Ronan laps at her like a man dying of thirst as she reaches her first orgasm, his tongue plunging inside her before retreating to circle her clit again to prolong her pleasure.
My cock is painfully hard, straining against the soaked denim of my jeans, my knot aching. Every pulse of my length sends a fresh wave of hunger straight to mycock, my balls draw up tight and throbbing beneath the constricting fabric, but I force myself to ignore the discomfort. This isn't about me.
Her hips roll against Ronan's mouth as she whimpers a high, broken sound that sends alarm bells ringing through me.
She needs more.
The bathroom door swings open as Jax bolts back into the room clutching the knotting dildo, throwing the package to the ground.
Leah reaches for him. “Alpha." Her voice is a shattered whisper, but it might as well be a scream for how it affects him.
"She needs you, brother. One orgasm hasn’t satisfied her. She needs skin to skin."
Jax reaches behind his neck and rips off his t-shirt. The next second, his jeans and boxers are shoved down his legs in one violent motion, kicked aside before he steps into the shower. Water sluices over his bare skin, highlighting the flex of muscle as he kneels beside us, his cock already hard and flush against his stomach.
Leah whimpers again, her body instinctively arching toward him. Jax opens his arms. "Come here, Sunshine."
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jax
The moment I step back into the bathroom, my heart stutters. Leah is a vision of desperate beauty, naked and trembling in Gabriel's lap, her back molded to his chest, her thighs still spread where Ronan has just risen from between them. Water droplets catch on her peaked nipples before sliding down the curve of her belly. Her slick glistens on Ronan's lips, her perfume so thick in the steam I can taste it laced with the salt of her tears.
She's hurting. So bad. Her glassy eyes lock onto mine and her fingers stretchtoward me.
I snap. My shirt is gone before I register tearing it off. I shove my pants down in one frantic motion, kicked aside as I step into the shower. The water is cool against my overheated skin, but nothing compares to the heat of her body when Gabriel shifts her into my arms.
"Hold her while we undress, brother." He’s already working off his clothing.
Her skin is scorching against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist as if she can't bear an inch of space between us. The head of my cock eases between her pussy lips, her slick soaking me instantly, and she sobs, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Please," she gasps, her hips rolling as she grinds against me.
The moment my cock notches against her soaked folds, all the muscles in my body lock tight with restraint. Her slick coats me instantly, warm and silken, the scent of her desperation thick in the air between us. She sobs my name, her fingers biting into my shoulders, her hips rolling in frantic little circles against me, but I don't push inside.
"Take what you need, Sunshine," I murmur against her temple, my voice gritted with the effort of holding still. I grip her waist, thumbs notching into the delicate dip above her hips. "Just like that. Use me."
I guide her with agonizing slowness, letting her rock against my length without taking me fully inside. Her swollen clit catches on the ridge of my cock with every roll of her hips, her slick dripping down my shaft. The sound is obscene but her choked moans are worse, broken and starved as she grinds harder. Faster.
Her face crumples as another cramp sears through her, tears mingling with the water on her cheeks. I capture her mouth with mine. The kiss is both devotion and devouring. My lips slant over hers with bruising tenderness, my tongue sliding against hers in slow, deep strokes that mirror what she wants from me below. She whimpers into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body trembling as her movements grow more erratic.
Her desperation is in every twitch of her inner muscles, in the way her lashes flutter against her cheeks, in the ragged gasps that shudder past her lips against mine. Her body tenses like a bowstring as I thrust up, my grip on her hipstightening to hold her flush against me. The moment my cock glides over her swollen clit, she shatters. A throaty cry tears from her lips as her orgasm crashes over her. I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan, my release pulsing between us, coating my stomach and hers in sticky white streaks.
She sags against me, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her nostrils flare and her gaze drifts down to the mess splattered across our skin. She gathers my cum in a slow glide before bringing her glistening fingertips to her lips. Her tongue flicks out, tasting. Her eyes roll back, and she sucks the whole lot into her mouth as a full-body shiver wracks her.
"More," she whines.
Before she can scoop up more, another brutal cramp seizes her. She groans as she folds against me, gripping her abdomen.
Gods.
