Page 118 of Scrum Heat

I slide her panties down slowly, inch by inch, kissing the inside of her thigh. She moans softly, her hips twitching toward me.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re soaked for us.”

Her skin glows under the low light. Her scent sharpens—aroused, bonded,perfect—and my cock throbs in response.

I press my fingers between her legs, teasing her entrance, feeling how ready she is. She gasps, clutching at my shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut as her hips move with the rhythm of my hand.

“Want to take our time,” I whisper, kissing her jaw again. “You deserve that.”

Her hand fists in my shirt. “I don’t want slow. Not tonight.”

I pause, my body screamingyes, but I search her face first—lips parted, pupils blown, her scent curling up around me like smoke and sugar.

“You don’t?” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers.

She turns her face slightly, her breath trembling against my mouth. “I want both of you. I want it real, I want it deep, and I want your mark.”

Well.Thatshort-circuits my brain.

I swallow hard, pulse thudding in my throat. “Fuck, Frankie. You say things like that and expect me to stay composed?”

She gives me this tiny smirk—cheeks flushed, eyes glazed—and it undoes me.

Behind her, Rory shifts. I feel the bed dip as his arm slides around her thigh, fingers firm and steady, spreading her open for me. I catch a flicker of something rare in his eyes—focus sharpened to hunger—before I guide myself to her entrance, one hand braced beside her head, the other wrapped tightly around her hip.

And when I press into her—

God.

She’s hot. Wet—fuckingsoaked.

Already fluttering around me.

She gasps, head falling back onto Rory’s shoulder as I inch deeper, filling her up again, inch by glorious inch, until she’s full of nothing but me.

“Holyshit, Frankie,” I groan, trying to keep it together. “I’ve missed this pretty little cunt. You feel—fuck. You feel likehome.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me there. Her heels dig into my back as her nails find my shoulders and cling like she’s not letting go anytime soon.

Good. I’m not goinganywhere.

Her omega scent explodes through the room—sharp with need, sweet with trust—and my knot’s already aching.

“I’ve got you,” I groan, kissing her jaw, her cheekbone, her eyelids. “Every inch. Every second. You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

“You’re doing so well, Frankie,” Rory murmurs against her neck, and I watch as he kisses a slow trail up to her ear, his voice low and steady. “You’re taking himso good.”

I almost groan at that—him. Notus.

The man is trying his best, okay?

Frankie moans, her body twitching beneath mine, and Rory’s hand slides up her chest, palming one breast, thumb stroking over her nipple with maddening care. His other hand presses gently at the inside of her thigh, keeping her spread wide for me.

She's completely held between us, and shelovesit—I can feel that through the bond already weaving itself tight in my chest.

I roll my hips deliberately deep, letting her feel every inch of me and grinning as she gasps again.

“You feel it?” I ask, brushing my lips against hers, my voice all low heat and teasing reverence. “You feel it just like you did in the locker room?”

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