Page 167 of Specter Bred

“Yes, sir.”

He climbed onto the mattress and settled exactly where I’d told him, obedient as the well-trained beta Maeve had made him. I gave myself a moment to take in the sight before me, knowing exactly what I intended to do next.

Then Maeve moved.

She crawled over Sammy slowly, holding my gaze as she positioned herself above him, that familiar challenge returning to her expression. Sammy’s hands found her instinctively, steadying her as she braced herself over him.

I moved in behind her until my chest pressed firmly against her back. Maeve immediately leaned into me, her body settling against mine as her breathing grew heavier. For a moment, I simply held her there, surrounded by her warmth and scent, letting the closeness sink in after weeks of forcing myself to stay away.

Then I was ready to be closer still.

“Hayes.” My voice came out rough. “I’m about to knot Teacup. I need you focused on her. Keep your mouth on her, keep her coming while I work my knot in. Got it?”

Farm Boy was already busy following the first half of that order. Maeve’s thighs tightened around his head, and his answering, “Yes, sir,” came out so muffled I barely understood him.

Within only a few minutes, her orgasm bloomed. As her muscles contracted, I began pushing my thick cock deep inside her and setting a relentless pace that quickly left her breathless beneath me. I fucked her hard and fast, not slowing until I felt the first telltale pressure of my knot beginning to swell.

“Are you ready to get knotted for the first time, Teacup?”

Her neck craned as she turned backward to look at me. She nodded, pupils blown wide and lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath. The sharp, argumentative woman who challenged every fucking word out of my mouth was barely present anymore, lost beneath the sensation and lust.

I loved watching her come apart.

“Don’t anchor until I’m in,” I warned, watching the strain cross her face as she fought against her own alpha instincts.

“Then you better hurry the fuck up,” she panted, gripping the headboard tighter. “Because I’m trying here, asshole.”

And she was back.

The moment I felt her muscles tense around me, I knew I was out of time. Normally, I would’ve given her longer to adjust, easing my knot forward little by little until her body was ready to take it. But we didn’t have that luxury. She was already too close to anchoring, and if I waited much longer, we’d miss our window entirely.

I pulled her upright against me, fitting her back to my chest as I adjusted her hips into a better angle.

“Breathe, Teacup. Now.”

She dragged in a breath, and I drove forward, seating myself as deeply as I could. My knot slipped inside with a distinct pop, locking us together just as I felt her anchor tighten around me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her firmly as the dual lock took hold. For one sharp second, the pressure bordered on painful, our bodies wedged together so tightly there was no separating where I ended and Maeve began. Then the pain dulled, swallowed by something else entirely.

Sensation crashed through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Maeve’s head tuned as she gasped my name against my throat, her body moving against mine on pure instinct as whatever control she’d been clinging to finally shattered. That alone nearly fucking destroyed me. Maeve Archer, who fought everything, every order, every instinct, every moment of vulnerability, was completely lost in it.

“Nolan,” she breathed, grinding down against Hayes's mouth as she pushed herself back into me at the same time, somehow still searching for more contact even though there wasn’t a fucking inch left between any of us.

My name broke apart on her lips as another wave tore through us, and I buried my face against her neck, holding her tighter as my own release followed. Neither of us could do much more than cling to each other and endure it, overwhelmed by sensations that seemed to build instead of fade. Every time I thought it was finally easing, Hayes would lap at her core, determined to follow my orders, and another orgasm would roll through her and drag me right back under with her.

For those few endless moments, there was no rank, no training, and no fucking past waiting for the chance to crawl back into either of our heads.

Eventually, the intensity faded, leaving behind nothing but tangled limbs, heavy breathing, and the kind of exhaustion that made moving seem completely fucking unnecessary. By the time the lock between us finally released, none of us made any effort to go far.

Maeve ended up wedged between Hayes and me, the three of us barely fitting on the narrow mattress. Her back rested against my chest while Sammy crowded in on her other side, leaving elbows, knees, and legs tangled wherever we could find room.

It should have felt cramped.

Instead, lying there with Maeve tucked against me and Farm Boy taking up more than his fair share of the damn bed, I realized that somewhere along the way, the two of them had rebuilt something in me I’d thought was gone for good.

I lay content, surrounded by the unit I’d chosen.

Mine.