Cam pulls out before he can knot inside me, rolling onto his back and fisting his cock. I watch, mesmerized, as cum spurts from him, landing on his flat stomach. His breath is rough and shallow as he comes down.
Memphis kisses my forehead gently. “You did so well, sunshine,” he murmurs. “Do you think you can take some more?”
I nod my head quickly. Ravaged as my pussy feels from Camden’s rough treatment, the line between pain and pleasure has blurred, and I want more. I want Memphis.
The tracker’s sitting cross-legged next to me, and he pats his thigh. Inviting me to sit on his lap. I follow the silent order, sitting facing him, my bare pussy lined up against the hard bulge under his cargo pants. I rock my hips, liking the idea of marking his clothes with me.
My fingers are clumsy as I undo his button and zipper. The first time I was with these men, I thought my clumsy impatience was just a side effect of my heat. But it seems like they drive me crazy even when my hormones are at normal levels. I still want them just as bad.
His cock throbs in my fist as I pull it out of his pants. He takes my hips in his hand, lifting me in the air and down onto his head. I try to take control, to sheath myself on him quickly, but he has full control. He takes his time, pulling me down, bit by bit. My eager cunt welcomes him in. When I finally reach the top of his swelling knot, I’m squirming and eager.
“You’re taking me so beautifully,” Memphis says. “My perfect girl, holding every inch of me.”
I smile into his neck, pleased at the praise. I realize that he’s almost entirely clothed while I’m on top of him, completely exposed. The idea of it is pathetically arousing.
Memphis lifts my hips, bouncing me on his cock while I slump against him, arms looped around his neck. In different ways, the Alphas took total control of me. Camden was brutal and aggressive, using me like a toy while he took his own pleasure. Memphis is more measured, but he sets the pace. He’s the one dictating exactly how I move.
Every thought, every worry has disappeared from my mind. I’m in the moment, in my body, taking whatever these Alphas give me and loving it.
Memphis’s knot swells at the base of his cock, brushing my clit with every downward stroke. My orgasm winds up again, spiraling me toward the edge. I squeeze my eyes closed, overwhelmed by sensation. Memphis nips at my earlobe in admonition.
“Eyes on me,” he demands. “I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
Our eyes meet, and I feel like I can see right into Memphis’s soul. His deep brown eyes overflow with feelings—desire, satisfaction, and affection. Maybe even something deeper than affection. I don’t dare let myself think it could be love.
I can’t help it—I press my lips against his, needing to taste him. Needing to show him how I feel for him. How much I want him, too.
His lips meet mine, all heat and desire. I bury my fingers in his dark, curling hair, holding on for dear life as my orgasm overtakes me. My inner walls clamp tightly around him, and I let go, lost in the feel of him.
My opening stretches to fit his knot, and he roars as he comes inside me. He grips me tightly as we fall to the ground, our limbs entangled.
I smell sea salt and clover, and I realize that Camden’s on my other side. The three of us lie together, a pile of sated lust and loose limbs. Finally, my mind quiets completely, and sleep comes on too quickly for me to even think of fighting it.
I awaken between two huge, warm bodies. Camden’s spooning me, while my hand and leg are splayed over Memphis’s body beside me. I can’t remember the last time I felt this comfortable warm and relaxed like I am here between my two human pillows. I vaguely remember Memphis pulling his shirt over me, and apparently Camden slipped his socks over my feet. They’re comically huge on me, the place where the heel should end practically halfway up my calf. The whole tent smells like them—it’s perfect.
I’m about to shut my eyes and go back to sleep when I hear something strange. It takes me a minute to place it.
Static. From a radio, moving between stations.
I’m up on my feet before I even realize it, tearing open the tent’s canvas door. I find Denver sitting outside near an electric lantern, fiddling with something black. He glances up at me, apparently not surprised to find me half-dressed in the other Alphas’ clothes.
“You’re up,” he says, shooting me a small smile. “There’s an MRE for you, if you don’t mind eating it cold.”
With that, he shifts his focus back to what he’s doing. Setting up a portable radio.
The blood drains from my face. He’s got service, which means he’s about to connect with the outside world. Roger Castle is about to know where I am.
Before my knees can go out under me, I sit on the ground by the tent. My limbs feel heavy and cold.
I want to beg Denver to stop. Once Papa knows I’m alive, there’s no going back. He’ll never stop chasing me. I’ll be back in Grayson’s clutches for the rest of my life.
Maybe I could beg Denver just to give me a few more days. But what could I even say? Denver wouldn’t agree without any kind of explanation. If I tell him what I’ve been running from, I’ll have to admit to everything. Then they’ll all know what I let Grayson do. What I asked him to do.
Camden and Memphis emerge from the tent behind me. When they talk to Denver, their voices sound distant and strange. It’s almost like I’m underwater, trying to make out the words coming from people on land.
“What’s with the radio?” Camden says.
“Trying to establish communication with the Castles,” Denver says. “We’re almost in range, so I should be able to let them know we’re en route.”