Page 119 of Scrum Heat

She nods frantically, her big dark eyes glassy. “I feel everything.”

“Yeah?” I groan. “You feel how much Ilovethis perfect cunt?”

She lets out a breathless little sob. “Yes. Theo.Please…”

“Please what?” I ask, licking slow up her neck, tasting sweat and sweetness. “Please keep fucking you like you’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted?”

She whimpers. “Yes. Please.Mark me.”

Rory’s hand tightens at her waist. I glance over her shoulder and catch him watching, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched.

“Permission granted,” he says stiffly.

I bite back a laugh—barely.

“Thanks, Cap,” I say, kissing Frankie’s cheek before dragging my teeth across her pulse. “You hear that, sweetheart? You’ve got official clearance.”

She lets out a broken laugh—and then gasps when I nip lightly at her skin, testing and teasing. Her hips jerk violently beneath mine.

“I’m serious, Theo,” she breathes. “Please.”

That’s all I need.

I bare my teeth and sink them into her neck. Her responding cry is loud and wrecked, my name on her lips as her body convulses around me, slick and clenching and sofucking goodI nearly lose it right there. The bond slams into place as my teeth sink in deep; bright and hot andalive, snapping through my chest and down into my core like someone struck a match in my blood.

I try and keep control, try my best to drag it out, but the feel of her cunt clenching so tightly around me combined with the taste of her blood on my tongue and the sound of my name on her lips is too much. My hips stutter, and I thrust one more time—deep, hard,desperate—and then my knot swells, locking us together as I spill inside her, the pleasure spilling through every nerve like wildfire.

I don’t know how long it takes before we both come down from our release. I open my eyes again, and Frankie’s still trembling in my arms; her lips parted and her skin flushed all the way down her chest. I can feel her heart pounding through the bond—wild and erratic and soalive.

Her whole body is soft and slick and wrecked, but still buzzing with energy. I wet my lips with my tongue as she turns her head, her mouth brushing my neck as she tries to breathe again.

“Rory,” she whispers.

Behind her, Rory doesn’t move. His jaw is clenched, his hands flexing at his sides like he’s trying to stay in control; but his scent—oh,fuck—

His scent is spiking; all want and restraint andalphafighting for balance.

She wants him, and I know him well enough to know that he’ll wait, that he won’t push.

That if she doesn’t take the lead, he’ll tie himself in knots before he makes a move.

Lucky for him, I’m here to help.

Still knotted inside her, I stroke my hand slowly down her spine, my lips at her temple.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur. “You want to help him out?”

She lifts her head just slightly, eyes meeting mine—still hazy, still undone. “I can’t move.”

“You don’t have to go far,” I grin, cocky and soft all at once. “He’s right here. And he’s fuckingachingfor you.”

I look up at Rory. “Aren’t you, Captain?”

His eyes flash as Frankie turns her head toward him, then shifts between us. I guide her, still locked tight inside her, careful not to overstimulate.

But she gets it. Shewantsit.

Her fingers reach back, grazing along Rory’s thigh.

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