Page 170 of Scrum Heat

He pulls out slow—almost to the tip—then drives back in hard.

I jolt. Moan. My legs shake as the slap of his hips against my ass echoes through the room, filthy and divine.

His pace is brutal and controlled. Each thrust angled perfectly to wreck me. He spreads my ass wider with both hands now, admiring the way I take him, the way my slick glistens between my thighs, down the backs of my legs. My lashes flutter at the sudden feel of his spit falling down the crack of my ass, and his thumb follows it, slow and deliberate, pressing in just enough to make me gasp, to make my body shudder.

Rory growls above me.

His hands cradle my jaw, his voice thick with restraint. “You're doing so good. Just a little more.”

He thrusts shallowly as Jax pounds into me from behind, the rhythm making me vibrate. My mouth is full of him, and I feel every twitch of his cock against my tongue as he nears the edge.

He mutters something—half curse, half praise—and then with a strangled sound, he pulls back just in time, spilling across my lips and tongue with a hoarse, “Fuck, Frankie—yes.”

I swallow down everything he gives me as Jax snarls behind me, slamming deeper, harder, rougher. His grip never loosens: one hand wrapped tight around my hip, the other teasing that same thumb between my cheeks again—just enough to make me cry out, to keep me on the edge.

Theo is back at my neck, whispering filth, dragging his teeth along my throat as Finn strokes my hair and squeezes my hand like I’m something breakable.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, kissing my knuckles. “Let him take you, baby. Let him make you his.”

All the while, Jax fucks me like he owns me; like I’m his prize, his addiction, his endgame. His hand comes down and slaps against my ass once, gently at first, then again, harder—

And I give in.

Their voices tangle in the air—moans and growls and breathless praise—as I’m flipped, pulled closer, drawn open. There’s laughter, teeth and tongues; fingers, the sharp scent of slick and the deep musk of alpha pheromones clinging to my skin like wildfire.

I amworshipped.

They treat me like a temple, and when I come again, it’s all-consuming. There are handseverywhere, and the pleasure bursts white behind my eyes. My body locks around Jax’s cock as he spills himself deep inside me, and my throat goes hoarse on a cry I can’t even form.

And then—

Warm mouths. Gentle touches. Fingers combing through my hair. Lips brushing over flushed skin. Soft, low praise passed between them like they can’t help themselves.

“You did so good, baby.”

“So proud of you.”

“We’ve got you.”

I swear, Ifloat.

And then I laugh.

It’s breathless and broken and slightly hysterical, but they all freeze.

“Frankie?” Finn asks, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “You okay?”

I nod—barely.

“I just…” I laugh again, quieter this time. “Do you remember when I woke up in the medical room that first day? And you were all just looming over me like these terrifyingly hot giants?”

Theo grins. “How could we forget?”

“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up there again right now,” I mumble. “Like this is all just some long, unhinged fever dream brought on by suppressant withdrawal and dehydration.”

Rory huffs a soft breath of amusement. “Pretty vivid dream, sweetheart.”

“Right?” I whisper, eyes fluttering shut as someone kisses my temple. “Only in dreams do I end up naked and knotted on a kitchen table with four perfect Alphas and no one yelling about health code violations.”

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