Page 24 of Bloom in Darkness

My face burns, but I can’t seem to look away. Bryn still has Caelan pinned, his chest pressed flush along Caelan’s back, the sheer size and power of him on full display. Caelan’s fingers flex against the wood, his breathing already uneven.

My scent turns syrupy, the damp heat of slick gathering between my thighs, soaking through my underwear.

Caelan turns his head enough for me to catch the curve of his mouth. "You like watching him do that?"

"Yeah." My voice comes out rougher than I expect, scraping past the sudden tightness in my throat.

Bryn’s gaze drops over me, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the heavy scent of my arousal. His eyes darken, his own scent sharpening, before he looks back at Caelan. His hand slides from Caelan’s neck down his chest, slow enough that I watch every inch of the movement, until his palm settles just below the table. Caelan exhales a shaky breath and spreads his legs a little wider.

I move toward them as Caelan reaches for me with one hand while keeping the other braced on the table. His fingers catch mine, and he pulls me closer until I’m crawling onto the table to kneel right in front of him.

He searches my face, his thumb stroking the back of my hand, reading the flushed heat in my cheeks and the heavy, sweet scent rolling off my skin. “You want to watch him take me apart, sweetheart?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he leans a bit closer.

I look from Caelan to Bryn, more slick flooding my underwear. “Are you going to knot him?” I blurt out before groaning.

Caelan just laughs before it turns into a deep moan, Bryn rocking against the Alpha’s ass. “Yeah. I’m going to fill my Alpha while he takes care of you. How does that sound?”

Another whine pulls from me as I scoot closer. “Yeah. Yes, please.” I close the rest of the distance myself and kiss Caelan.

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Caelan opens under my mouth immediately, his hand sliding from mine to the back of my neck as I kneel between his arms on the table. He kisses differently than Bryn does, lingering where Bryn usually takes, his lips dragging over mine before his tongue follows and giving me enough time to feel every little change in pressure.

Bryn rocks into him again from behind, and Caelan’s breath breaks against my mouth. His body presses closer between my spread knees, one hand flattening harder against the table beside my thigh while the other stays curled around the back of my neck. I pull away just enough to look at him, taking in the way his pupils have gone wide and Caelan’s scent has warmed beneath Bryn’s.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. Caelan’s mouth curves, but whatever he’s about to say disappears when Bryn’s hand slides between his thighs.

Caelan sucks in a sharp breath and drops his forehead against my shoulder. I look over him and catch the movement of Bryn’s arm, the muscles in his forearm tightening as his hand works behind Caelan where I can’t quite see.

Caelan lifts his head enough to catch me staring. “Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” His voice is already rougher than it was a minute ago, and the sound of it sends another warm pulse through me.

“Very much,” I tell him, especially when his laugh turns into a groan halfway out.

Bryn has one hand spread across Caelan’s hip now, holding him in place while the other reaches for the lube on the table. He slicks his fingers, pushes Caelan’s slacks lower, and works his hand between them. Caelan’s thighs shift wider beneath me, and I watch his fingers tighten around the edge of the table when Bryn pushes deeper.

I reach for Caelan’s face and turn him back toward me. “Kiss me.” He does, his mouth hotter this time and rougher around the edges as Bryn works him open from behind.

I taste the last of whatever Caelan drank earlier and the faint salt of sweat at the corner of his mouth. His tongue slides against mine while Bryn adds another finger, and Caelan jerks forward hard enough that the table knocks softly beneath my knees.

A needy sound slips into his mouth before I can swallow it. Caelan’s hand leaves my neck and settles on my thigh, his fingers spreading there before moving higher up my leg.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs against my lips. His thumb brushes the slick already coating the inside of my thigh, and I shiver hard enough that he feels it.

“I’ve been soaked for half the night.” I shift closer without thinking, wanting more of his hand even while Bryn keeps working behind him.

“I noticed.” Caelan strokes higher once, then glances toward Bryn when his body rocks again.

Bryn’s voice comes from behind him. “He always gets like that.” His eyes lift to mine when I look over Caelan’s shoulder, and his scent sharpens enough to make my stomach clench.

“Do I?” I ask, mostly because I want to hear him say it.

Bryn’s eyes stay on mine. “Every time.”

That sends another warm pulse straight through me, and I lean forward to kiss Caelan before either of them can see how much that one word affects me. Bryn pulls his fingers free as Caelan exhales into my mouth before bracing himself more firmly against the table.

The movement brings his face level with my chest, and I thread one hand through his hair while Bryn settles behind him. I can see more from where I’m kneeling now, Bryn’s broad hands closing around Caelan’s hips, his cock thick and hard where it’s pressing between Caelan’s thighs, and the sight makes my own ache beneath the thin fabric still covering me.

Caelan glances up at me while Bryn adjusts behind him. “You wanted to watch.”