Page 40 of Sacrifice

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his approval vibrating through me.

It’s not just about the act; it’s about the trust, the surrender, the intertwining of our lives in ways that go beyond flesh. I’ve never seen two alphas together—Gunnar, Oberon, and Luka rarely even touch beyond what they need to be inside me—but the idea of this, of all three of us truly connected…

My world narrows to the slick, relentless pressure of Nero’s mouth against me, his tongue a persistent force that drives me to the edge. A crescendo builds within me, an urgent tide that threatens to crash over and drown us both.

“More,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in the dark strands of Nero’s hair, pulling him closer as he devours me with an insatiable hunger.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, his hands locked on Gunnar’s thighs for balance as he feasts on me. And then it hits—a wave of pleasure so intense it blanks out my vision, a scream tearing from my throat as I come apart against him.

Nero laps at me through the quake of my release, relentless, greedy. His grip on Gunnar tightens, a silent communication between alphas that speaks volumes about the power dynamic shifting under our very skin.

“Easy,” Gunnar rumbles behind me, his voice a low growl that resonates through my bones. He lifts me effortlessly, placing me on my feet only to be caught by Nero, who kisses me hard. I can taste myself on his lips, momentarily distracted as I hear Gunnar’s clothes rustling behind me.

Then his cock is pressed to my lower back, his naked heat against me…

Oh fuck, oh fuck…

My hand fumbles with Nero’s waistband, eager to rid him of the barrier of cloth that separates us from complete vulnerability.

“Let me help you with that,” Nero chuckles, his own hands joining mine to undo his pants. They slide down his legs with ease, and he steps out of them with a fluidity that belies his size.

The moment Nero’s cock springs free, I suck in a sharp breath. He’s big, hard, his knot swollen and ready to claim me. The sight is nothing new, but the mood has shifted, charged with a raw energy that sends a shiver through me—one of anticipation, not fear.

I’m so caught up in my own reactions I barely register the movement of Gunnar’s hand until it wraps around Nero’s length. My eyes widen as he holds Nero with a sense of ownership that’s jarring yet undeniably arousing, Gunnar’s big hand fisting Nero’s cock.

“Fuck,” Nero groans, and his lips find mine again in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. Gunnar’s hand moves on him, deliberate, confident strokes that must be driving Nero insane.

And then I feel it, the unmistakable hardness of Gunnar against my back, grinding in rhythm with the hand he has on Nero. It’s too much, the sensation of being caught between two alphas, both staking their claim in ways that are as possessive as they are pleasurable.

Gunnar’s breath is hot on my neck as he starts to kiss his way up from my shoulder, his touch trailing fire across my skin. I tilt my head to give him more access, lost in the dual sensations of mouth and hands.

My eyes flutter open at the soft sound of a moan that isn’t my own. Gunnar and Nero have found each other’s lips, kissing with a fervor that makes my heart race. They’re stunning together, two powerful forces drawn into an intimate orbit.

Without thinking, I lean in, capturing Gunnar’s cheek with my hand to turn his face toward mine and join the kiss. Our mouths meet in a tangle of lips and tongues, hands roaming everywhere. Nero’s grip tightens on my hips, pulling me closer, while Gunnar’s fingers dig into my waist, anchoring me.

In this moment, there are no titles, no pack dynamics—just raw desire and the urgent need to be closer, to erase any distance between our bodies. My mind races with the possibilities, the knowledge that we’re crossing lines that might never be redrawn.

But right now, none of that matters. Right now, it’s just us, here, exploring the depths of this newfound connection.

Gunnar’s hands encircle my waist, his grip firm and sure. He lifts me with ease, the strength in his arms unquestionable, a reminder of the primal power that lies just beneath his skin. I’m weightless for a heartbeat before Nero aligns himself with me, his cock pressing at my entrance. Nero grins at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and he murmurs, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Then he pushes into me, filling me completely, his knot locking us together in an intimate embrace. A surge of pleasure overwhelms me, and I can’t help but come from the penetration alone, my body clenching around him. The pressure is exquisite, perfect.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, riding the waves of my climax as I work my hips against Nero’s. Gunnar’s still behind me, his erection pressed hard against me, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Suddenly, Nero’s hand reaches behind me, and I feel his fingers wrap around Gunnar’s cock. It’s an act so intimate, so unexpected, that it sends another jolt of arousal through me. Gunnar groans, and the sound vibrates through my body, igniting new sparks of desire.

Nero leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. His breath is hot, his voice low and filled with lust as he whispers, “You feel fucking divine.”

Heat coils in my belly, tight and insistent. I’m caught between two alphas—their scents, their strength, their desire—and it’s intoxicating. Gunnar controls the rhythm, his hands firm on my waist, lifting me up and easing me down on Nero’s cock. The pace is relentless, a dance of flesh and need as Nero thrusts up into me, each movement driving me closer to the edge.

“More,” I pant, my voice barely a thread of sound, lost in the intensity of the moment. Nero’s answering thrust is harder, deeper, and I bite back a moan.

Behind me, Nero’s hand keeps working Gunnar’s cock with a roughness that speaks of possession, of claiming. It’s all so carnal, so raw, and it strips away any pretense we might have had left.

My head lolls back against Gunnar’s shoulder, and he tilts my head to take my lips in a bruising, desperate kiss. The kiss is messy, our breaths mingling, his tongue playing against mine. His other hand finds my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure zipping through me.

Nero groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine, his hand never faltering on Gunnar. Their connection, this sharing, it’s not just physical—it’s a bond being forged in ways I never expected.

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