Page 112 of Heat Island
Instantly, her inner walls clamp down on me, a vice of heat and pressure that rips an involuntary moan from my throat. The sound betrays me, raw and unguarded, echoing in the confined space of the jet’s cabin.
“Still think you’ve got hours in you, huh?” Kyren’s voice drips with smug amusement, his green eyes glinting with mischief as he watches my face for any crack in my resolve.
I grit my teeth, forcing the words out through a clenched jaw. “I’ve got plenty. Just you wait.”
But even as I say it, I recognize that reckless glint in his expression, a ghost from our college days when he’d push every boundary just to see what would break first.Back then, it was usually curfews, furniture or the more annoying of our frat brothers. Now, it’s my control.
His lips curl into a wicked smile, and before I can brace myself, he lowers his head, his dark hair brushing against Trinity’s thigh as he licks at her opening. Each time she rises to grind back down on me, his tongue traces the base of my cock, a deliberate, searing touch that sends a jolt through my entire body.
The sensation is maddening—hot, wet, and completely unapologetic—layering over the already overwhelming feel of Trinity’s rhythm. My breath hitches, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I fight the wave of pleasure threatening to drag me under.
“You’re playing dirty,” I manage to rasp, my voice strained as I lock eyes with him over Trinity’s shoulder.
Her moans grow sharper, her movements erratic now, driven by Kyren’s relentless teasing and my own stubborn refusal to give in.
“Always,” he quips, his tongue flicking again, catching us both in his game. “Thought you’d remember that by now. Or is your memory slipping with age?”
I snort, even as my fingers dig deeper into Trinity’s hips, anchoring myself against the onslaught. “Keep talking. I’m still standing.”
But the heat building at the base of my spine tells a different story, and Kyren’s knowing smirk says he sees it, too.
My breath comes in ragged bursts, chest tight as Trinity’s body shudders above me, her release hitting with a ferocity that damn near undoes me. Her cries pierce through the hum of the jet engines, sharp and unrestrained, her inner walls gripping me like a lifeline as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her.
I clench my jaw, fingers digging into the lush curves of her hips, holding on with every ounce of willpower I’ve got to keep my knot from swelling and locking us together. The temptation gnaws at me, raw and primal, urging me to claim her fully in this moment of abandon.
But I resist, dragging in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent, now spiked with the heady musk of her heat. I’m not ready to give in—not yet.
Kyren’s smug grin hovers in my peripheral vision, his hand still lingering between Trinity’s trembling thighs as he watches her come down from the high. I shoot him a glare, beads of sweat rolling down my temple from the sheer effort of restraint, but before I can throw a jab his way, Trinity’s gaze shifts.
Her head tilts, catching sight of Kyren’s dark hair nestled between her legs, his mouth wickedly close to where we’re joined. Her hazel eyes, still hazy with heat, widen for a split second, a flicker of clarity breaking through the fog. Then, a playful twist curls her lips, a sly, dangerous little smile that sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine.
I know that look. It’s trouble—pure, unadulterated trouble—and it’s aimed right at me. My pulse kicks up, muscles tensing as I brace for whatever she’s plotting. Even with that warning flash in my mind, I’m not prepared when she moves.
In one fluid, heat-driven motion, Trinity slides off me, her warmth leaving me with a sudden, aching void. Before I can process the loss, she pushes Kyren’s head down with a firm hand, guiding him with startling intent. His lips close around my cock, taking me deep into the wet heat of his throat, a shock of sensation that punches a groan from my chest.
“Fuck—” The word rips out, low and guttural, as myhands instinctively grip the sheets beneath me, knuckles whitening. Kyren’s mouth works with a skill that’s both familiar and jarring, a throwback to wilder college nights I thought were long behind us.
My head tilts back, vision blurring at the edges, but I snap my focus back to Trinity just in time to see her wicked grin widen. She’s not done with me. Her hands, surprisingly strong for an omega lost to heat, wrap around the base of my cock, right over the swelling knot I’ve been fighting to control. She squeezes with deliberate pressure, her grip unyielding, and the sensation is like a lightning strike straight to my core.
There’s no holding back after that. The orgasm crashes into me without warning, a fierce, blinding surge that tears a raw shout from my throat. My hips buck, body locking up as wave after wave of release pulses through me, intensified by Kyren’s unrelenting heat and Trinity’s tight hold.
The cabin seems to spin, the hum of the jet fading behind the roar in my ears, until the sharp, crystalline sound of Trinity’s laughter cuts through it all. It’s bright and mischievous, a melody of pure delight that anchors me as I ride out the aftershocks, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
And just like that, the fullness of her scent hits me like a ton of bricks.
Cranberries, cinnamon, andsage.She smells like meals cooked with love and nights spent in front of the fireplace with the people I love.
She smells like home.
“Gotcha,” she murmurs, her voice laced with triumph as she leans over me, her chestnut hair brushing my chest. Her hazel eyes dance with a mix of heat and playfulness, a dangerous combination that tells me she’s far from done with any of us.
FORTY-FIVE
KYREN
“Still with me, baby?”I whisper, slowing the thrust of my hips as Trinity’s eyelids flutter. “You can sleep now, if you want.”
Our plan to fuck Trinity into a coma appears to have been somewhat of a success. We’re only a few hours from landing, and I’m hoping it will be a little easier to transport a passed-out omega rather than one still crying and begging for a knot.
