Page 82 of Queen of Spades

“She’s clear enough to form sentences,” Ward says, kissing over her shoulder. “I’m thinking that means it’s a safe bet that she’s clear enough to consent.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” She smiles, rising and falling on her knees as much as the position will allow. “I’m going to be even better with both of you inside me.”

“We’ll need lube,” I choke out as my knot pulses. “I’m pretty sure you’ll find some in the cabinets.” I pull a hand off her hip to point to the wall.

“Does lube expire?” she asks, frowning.

My head tilts. “I have no clue, but probably.”

“I’ll be happy to check the bottle,” Ward says, his accent especially thick.

Grady slams the door open and jogs into the room.

I growl, baring my teeth at the intruder. My instincts don’t care that they have a bond. I do, too, and she’s mine right at this moment. He shouldn’t be interrupting.

“You know, realizing you need lube from the bond is the weirdest shit I’ve ever experienced,” he says, laughing. He tosses a bottle at Ward, who catches it one-handed.

“Don’t lie,” Annika snorts, flicking her thumbs over my nipples. “It’s not even close to the weirdest thing you’ve experienced. Personally, I’d find it weird if you didn’t pack lube as an emergency go-bag essential.”

“Smart-ass. I actually picked that up at the last gas station, considering my threats at the rest stop. It’s not the one we normally use, but it’ll do.” He chuckles, spinning around and heading back out the door. “I love your spoiled ass.”

“Me too,” she groans, swiveling her hips in a circle. It pushes on my knot in unexpected ways that have me cursing under my breath as her tits jiggle.

Ward quirks an eyebrow, grinning. “Being bonded is stranger than I expected.”

Annika turns into a sobbing puddle of omega against my chest as Ward works his fingers in and out of her ass.

I didn’t grow up in a pack. My dad is a serial monogamist. Hell, I never thought I would end up in a pack. I never really wanted to. All of that adds up to this being my first group sex activity, but Ward seems right at home.

Although, to be fair, nothing ever seems to faze him.

My chest officially looks like I lost a skirmish with a bobcat, but no matter how many times I come while locked inside Annika, my cock never gets soft.

It’s wild.

Ward leans over her back and murmurs, “I think that’s about as prepped as I can get you, lass.”

Annika snorts. “Grady would be balls-deep by now, but thank you for being a considerate alpha.” She perks up, like maybe the last wave of fog dissipated a little. “Now, do me.”

I grit my teeth as he flexes his fingers.

It’s been a long few minutes of her sobbing while my cock aches but doesn’t get any relief.

Leaning up on my forearm, I brush her sweaty hair back from her face with both hands. “There’s no pressure in this situation. If it’s too much, all you have to do is say so.”

“I know,” she says, licking her puffy lips. “But I got kinda lazy. This way, Ward gets to do all the work of fucking me on your cock.”

I nod.

By the time I glance at Ward, he’s spread wide behind her with his knees on either side of my thighs. He pulls his fingers free, and I finally feel like I can breathe. The pressure was almost too much to handle. It’s only another second before I realize it’s about to get a whole lot more intense.

Ward thrusts, and my entire body goes rigid.

“Are you still okay?” I choke out, studying her face.

He’s barely inside her, but the feeling is unreal. I’m pretty sure my knot was already taking up all the free space.

Annika whimpers as he gently pulls back and works deeper.

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