Page 60 of False Catch

“Fuck,” I mutter, unable to hold back. My hand fists over my cock through my sweats, the pressure almost unbearable.

Reese’s gaze snaps to mine. Her pupils are blown wide, lips slick and swollen, her body jolting with each of Eli’s thrusts. She looks at me like she’s daring me to look away. Like she wants me to see exactly how much she’s giving him.

I don’t look away.

Eli thrusts into her with a steady rhythm, sweat starting to bead on his shoulders, and Reese takes it all, moaning under him. Then she shifts suddenly, sliding her hand down my thigh, tugging at the waistband of my sweats.

My breath stutters.

“Reese,” I manage, voice already rough.

Her eyes meet mine, glazed but determined. “I want you in my mouth.”

The words almost make me lose it right there. I shove my sweats down, freeing my cock, thick and aching from watching them. She pushes herself up on shaky elbows, Eli pausing long enough to help guide her toward me.

I grip the base of my dick, trembling as she leans forward, lips parting. The heat of her breath ghosts over me, then her mouth seals around the head, wet and perfect. My groan echoes off the walls.

“Fuck.”

Her tongue swirls, tasting me like she’s starving, and I swear my vision whites out for a second. Eli steadies her with one hand at her waist, still buried inside her, hips moving in short, shallow thrusts that rock her against me. His other hand slides up, wrapping around the base of my cock just beneath her mouth.

The jolt of that touch nearly knocks me over.

“Easy,” Eli murmurs, but his voice is tight, strained. He strokes me in counterpoint to her mouth, slow pulls that make her take me deeper. It’s too much—her lips, his hand, the heat of their combined focus wrecking me in ways I didn’t think possible.

I fist my hands in her hair, trying not to thrust, trying not to give in, but the need claws through me. Every nerve screams to let go. Every instinct surges to mark, to claim, to dominate.

I fight it.

Because this isn’t about control. Not now. Not with them.

Reese pulls back with a wet pop, gasping, drool slicking her chin, and Eli leans in, his mouth brushing hers before he nudges her lower again. She takes me deeper this time, throat tightening around me, and Eli’s hand keeps me steady, keeps me from driving forward like an animal.

The sight of them together—his dark head beside hers, his fingers on my cock while she sucks me—nearly breaks me.

Eli shifts slightly and for a heartbeat I think he’s going back to her breasts, but then—

Christ.

His lips close around the base of my cock where Reese can’t reach, his tongue stroking along the underside while she works the tip. My whole body jerks, a ragged groan tearing out of me.

“Fuck—”

Reese hums around me at the same time Eli does, the vibration a double shock that rips through me. My thighs tremble, every muscle tight with the effort not to thrust between their mouths like an animal.

I glance down and almost lose it. Reese’s pretty lips stretched around the head of my cock, drool glistening on her chin, Eli’s darker head bent beside hers, his tongue tracing the thick vein at my base. Their cheeks brush as they move together, perfectly in sync, sharing me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It’s too much. No fantasy I ever let myself have about Eli touches this—him actually on his knees, his mouth hot and wet on me, his eyes flicking up to mine with something raw and unguarded.

I fist my hands in their hair to ground myself. My vision edges white, my breath coming ragged. If I let go, I’ll spill down both their throats in seconds.

Reese moans, taking me deeper, her throat fluttering around me. Eli slides his lips higher, overlapping with hers, both of them sucking in rhythm, their tongues alternating along my shaft. The heat is unbearable.

My Alpha force surges, wild, on par with Gray’s at his most commanding. I could challenge him. Take the team from him if I wanted. Every part of me is screaming to seize, to dominate.

But I don’t.

Because this—they—are what I want. Not control, not hierarchy. Just the man who’s been my anchor for two years and the woman who’s unraveling me in ways I can’t fight.