Page 91 of The Rust in Her Hair

And that does it.

Nico’s control snaps.

He drives forward and buries himself in me in one long, relentless stroke, seating himself all the way to the root. And it hurts.

Fuck, it hurts.

Sharp pain tears through me as my body gives way around him, stretched so far past anything I've ever felt. A cry rips out of me, high and broken, and my eyes fill with tears.

I feel split open, his thick length lodged so deep it steals the air right out of my lungs.

There's no room left in my whole body for anything but him.

"Shh. Shh, I've got you." Owen is right there, his mouth at my temple, kissing the tears as they spill into my hairline. "I know, baby, I know it hurts. Breathe for me. It's only for a minute, I promise. It's going to feel so good, I promise, breathe through it for me." His lips brush each tear away, one after another, his voice a steady murmur against my skin. "You're doing so beautifully, omega. Just breathe."

I suck in a shaking breath and force my wet eyes open to see Nico completely still above me.

The alpha is holding himself frozen, not moving a muscle. His handsome face is drawn tight, his jaw is clenched as a muscle ticks in his cheek. He looks like a man holding back a landslide with his bare hands.

Owen reaches up toward Nico.

He drags his fingers slowly down the center of Nico's chest, over the cross inked above his heart, down the ridges of his stomach, all the way to where we're joined. He brushes his fingertips over the base of Nico's cock where it disappears into me, then higher, feather-light over my stretched, aching pussy.

"Look at how good you both are," Owen whispers. "My alpha. Holding so still for her, letting her adjust." His fingers circle back to my clit, gentle. "And you, sweetheart." He looks back at me, those hazel eyes so soft and warm. "You took every inch of that alpha cock in one go. All of him. You were made for our pack."

I try to smile up at him.

It comes out wobbly and wet, but I mean it, and the warmth of his words sinks into me and loosens something at my core. My body stops fighting the intrusion. The clenched, panicked grip of my muscles eases, softening around the thick length buried inside me.

Above me, Nico lets out a slow, controlled breath through his teeth, and some of the terrible tension drains out of his shoulders. It's like a vice finally releasing its hold on him.

"There," he rasps. "That's it. Good girl."

Owen turns his face toward mine, his thumb still tracing lazy circles over my clit. "You ready to feel good, sweetheart?"

I nod, and Owen shifts up onto his elbow. He leans across me, and kisses his husband.

It's gentle, the easy kiss of two deeply connected men. And watching it from below, so close I can feel their shared breath, does something molten to my chest. Owen murmurs against Nico's lips, low enough that I almost miss it.

"Go on, alpha," he breathes. "Make her ours."

Nico pulls back slowly, pulling almost all the way out of me, then he inches back in.

The first thrust is shallow and careful, testing. He does it again, a gentle rock of his hips, watching my face the whole time. The stretch still burns at the edges, but the tearing pain is gone now, receding with every slow drag of him inside me, and in its place something hot and deep begins to bloom.

By the third stroke I'm moaning.

It falls out of me loud and helpless, and Nico's dark eyes flash with satisfaction. He gives me a little more, sinking deeper, his rhythm smoothing out, and every slide of that thick cock lights up a place inside me I didn't know existed.

"There it is." His voice is gravel. "Feels good now, doesn't it, omega?"

I moan out a long, teasing, "Yes."

The coil low in my belly draws tighter with every thrust, winding back up toward that bright edge. I roll my hips up to meet him, chasing the sensation..

"That’s it." Nico fucks me harder. "My greedy little omega."

Beside us, Owen has wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself as he watches Nico take me apart. I can't help but stare at how lovely he is. His hair is rumpled, falling loose across his forehead as he works his fist over himself. His hazel eyes are dark and heavy behind nothing now, his lip caught between his teeth.