Almost immediately, he changes tack. Makes his touch gentle, light and stroking. One long finger traces my entrance, collecting the liquid seeping there. Carefully, he explores me, tracing my folds. I want to scream from frustration. He’s got too much self-control with me. I want to see him lose it all.
That’s how Memphis finds us, with one of Camden’s hands up my shirt, the other between my legs. We freeze, and I know we’re both remembering how jealous the tracker gets. He’s territorial, possessive. What if he’s angry that I’m letting Cam touch me, without the excuse of my heat symptoms?
“Don’t stop on my account.” Memphis’s voice is low and rough. He kneels to untie his hiking boots, then crawls into the tent with us. He sits on the sleeping bag, facing me. Watching us.
Camden’s hands move again, slowly at first. He kneads my breasts gently, molding them under his palms. My back arches, pressing them more firmly against his hands. Seeking something harder and rougher.
“You’re too soft,” Memphis says. “She likes it rougher than that.”
How does he know that?
My first time with Camden, I wanted him to ravage me. Not to be gentle, but to take me how he wanted. To dominate me.
Cam stills. “She’s had a hard day,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
“She doesn’t care,” Memphis says. “She likes it when you make it hurt. I know you can be wilder than this, Camden. Show her.”
My mouth drops open as I realize the implications of his words. Memphis and Camden have been together before—probably last night, when they went off to get the herbs.
Wetness gushes from between my legs at the image of these two gorgeous Alphas, wrapped around each other. I know Camden feels it because he instinctively shoves his fingers deep inside my desperate cunt.
Memphis growls his approval. “That’s it,” he says, encouraging us both. “Show her how much you want her, Camden. Make that sweet pussy of hers weep for you.”
Camden removes his fingers long enough to yank my pajama pants and underwear down. The fabric tangles around my knees, and cool evening air hits my exposed pussy. He pushes his digits right back in, roughly fucking me with his fingers while I make a mess all over his hand.
“That’s it, sunshine,” Memphis says. “Let him stretch your tight little hole. You’re going to need it because I think Camden’s done holding back.”
With that, Camden rolls me onto my back, moving on top of me. His heavy weight feels perfect there, and I arch my back, rubbing my sensitive nipples against his light scattering of chest hair. Cam growls his appreciation, lowering his head to nip at my breast.
I’ve never seen him look like this. The sweet, easygoing hiker is gone, replaced by a savage beast. One intent on ruining me. His pupils are blown so wide, I can barely see the dark blue of his irises.
“Spread her legs for me,” Memphis purrs. “Show me how our pretty girl takes your cock.”
Camden’s hands are bruising as he grabs my thighs, yanking them open. The stretch is almost painful, but it’s worth it seeing the hungry expression on his face. His blue eyes are glued to the juncture between my legs. He licks his lips, like he’s ravenous for me.
A pair of tanned hands comes into my line of vision. Memphis has finally joined us, grabbing Cam’s long cock and lining it up with my entrance. He grazes my swollen clit with the head, making it glisten with my arousal.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Memphis holding Camden’s cock, using it to tease me. My hips tilt wildly as I try to get him to enter me. Memphis chuckles.
“Take her, Camden,” he orders.
With that, Camden impales me on his cock. I cry out, tears gathering in my eyes as he pistons violently into me. It’s hard and territorial and so, so good. His cock brushes up against a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed. My entire body trembles with want.
While Cam’s hips thrust faster and faster, Memphis strokes my hair and wipes the tears away from my face. He’s gentle and nurturing, making sure I’m happy while Camden uses me for his own pleasure.
I realize that Memphis knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that I wanted Camden to be rough, but also that Cam couldn’t fully unleash himself without someone looking out for me. With Memphis checking in on me, Camden can be just as ruthless and selfish as he wants.
It’s perfect. Like we were made for each other.
Camden’s movements get rougher and faster, any rhythm he had gone. I can tell how close he is.
“I want you to touch your clit, sunshine,” Memphis croons. “I need you to come on Camden’s cock. Can you do that for me?”
I nod eagerly, reaching down to rub little circles on my clit. I’m already close, so aroused by the two Alphas touching me. Watching me. Caring for me.
“Good girl,” Memphis says.
The words push me over the edge. Electricity streaks through my body as I clench around Camden, crying out with his name.