It was a slow build to the peak. Sweat beaded on my forehead as the room’s temperature heated to boiling. Sin’s touch was the only thing keeping me grounded.
He knew exactly how to bring me up until I was squirming and trying to grind down on his fingers. He murmured sweet encouragements to me, starting to thrust his cock into my loose fist when I didn’t have the brain cells to stroke him myself anymore.
“Come for me, firefly,” he instructed.
It didn’t grip me in a dark bond command like when Vandle did it, but it worked just as well. My back arched and I cried out as my body shook. I stared up at Sin with half-lidded eyes as my lips parted around his name. “Sin!”
His eyes were dark as he fucked my fist for only a couple more thrusts before pausing as his lean, muscular body trembled. Cum spilled onto my stomach and chest, and the scent of him grew to overtake everything else.
I could barely breathe through the heaviness of it, my brain fried. My thighs trembled, drawn together from the force of the pleasure and trapping Sin’s hand between them. When I looked at Karma, he was hauling in big breaths, nostrils flaring, and he was staring at the trails of cum across my torso.
We all stayed silent and panting for a long, intense moment before I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and spoke. “Sh-should you let Karma up now?”
Sin barked a laugh. “Nope. We’re going to get you into the shower first.”
I’d had to kneel in prayer a bunch of times, and after a while my legs were always numb. “I should shower quickly, so he doesn’t have to kneel for much longer.”
“I’ll help you. Head on into the bathroom and wait for me.”
I scurried away, slick sliding down my inner thighs, and paused in the doorway of the bathroom to look back. Sin crouched beside Karma, still gloriously naked, and cupped his cheek in his hand. Then he leaned in to whisper in his ear like he was telling a secret, and I was too far away to hear it.
Karma jolted forward at the whispered words, whatever they were. Sin smacked his cheek twice, trailed his hand down Karma’s bare chest, and stood.
Before he could turn around and catch me watching them, I spun on my heel and stepped through the bathroom door and into the tiled room.
PHANTOM
Uh.
Karma had never been one for prayer.
If he was taking it up now, that was a little strange. And mildly… concerning.
Sticking my head back out into the hall, I called for Vandle. “Come here a sec.”
Our cell was a wash of velvet rose-scented sex, and I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Sin and Crescent must be in it, but Karma was kneeling. Cock hard. Immobile.
Vandle sauntered over, drenched in sweat from boxing. I stepped through the door and he came in too, closing it behind us so the rest of the wing didn’t get too heavy a dose of our omega’s scent.
His stare fixed on Karma just like mine had. “Huh. Karma, you, um, good?”
Karma didn’t say a word, and didn’t move.
He was visibly fully conscious, so heshouldbe answering. And unless he really was in the middle of internally recitinga prayer, there was no good reason he wouldn’t answer. Something was stopping him.
…Poison?
Was there a poison that rendered alphas mute and incapable of moving? Maybe it was in the paint they’d used for that threat, but then why would it…
Sin popped his head around the corner from inside the bathroom, a cocky smirk curling his lips.
“Vandle, bark,” he commanded.
I’d started to roll my eyes when a very human-sounding, “Woof,” came from my packmate.
I turned wide-eyed to Vandle, who looked as stunned by the sound as I was.
“Guess it works all round,” Sin laughed. “I’m going to have fun with this.”