She was feeling a lot of things. And Moses was still silencing her.
She narrowed her eyes on Cian, like she didn’t appreciate the question, and he smirked.
For the love of every useless fucking god don’t let it be me.
The words popped into her head, growled out in Moses’ voice, full of trepidation.
“Isobel?” Cian prompted.
It could be fun if she goes feral.
Cian’s voice this time.
Inside her head.
She slowly shook her head, and Cian’s brows lowered dangerously. He twisted the stone she didn’t realise he was still holding, and it slipped against her clit, causing another sound to escape her throat and disappear into Moses’ palm.
“Eyes normal?” Moses grunted. I’ll fucking pray if I have to.
“Eyes are normal,” Cian confirmed. “My girl is soaked.” I’ve never been so hard.
“Call her that again and I’m done cooperating,” Moses growled, somehow sounding threatening while also barely audible.
Cian only chuckled, twisting the stone again and making Isobel slacken back against Moses, who had to tighten his hold of her hip to keep her upright.
“She’ll be begging for me so much you might as well have the words tattooed into your palm before I’m done here.” Cian angled the stone to push against her entrance, his eyes tunnelling into hers. “You want to tell us what happened with Elijah, baby?”
She nodded, her body trying to twist away from the intrusion. The top book on the pile she had been standing on toppled off, smacking into the ground, and they all froze again, waiting for someone to come and investigate. The class was still loudly discussing the incident in the dining hall, replaying all the videos that had popped up on social media as they gathered at the front of the room. Vega was sitting at her desk by the window, peering out of the glass with a frown on her lips, either uninterested in the class without Cian there, or else simply acknowledging that she had no chance of wrangling the students into focussing.
After a few horribly tense breaths, Moses tutted out a disapproving sound, looping his arm around her middle as he lifted her a few inches, the stone slipping back between her thighs as he carefully toed away the stack of books and began lowering her to the floor again.
Except Cian refused to lower his hand.
She gripped Moses’ arm tight in warning, her nails digging in as he lowered her slowly, the stone pushing between her soaked lips again, trying to nestle further into her entrance. Her words of protest were muffled against Moses’ palm. She kicked at Cian, but he only flashed her a dark, heated smile.
Need inside. It was both of their voices layering over each other, along with other thoughts and disjointed statements that were suddenly too loud for her to sort through.
This is bad. That had been Moses. Shouldn’t do this to Theodore. Going to kill me.
One of the Alphas could hear people’s innermost thoughts.
That didn’t bode well for her.
Especially since they hadn’t thought it necessary to tell her.
Moses lowered her down another inch, despite his thoughts, and their words inside her head quickly became a jumble again.
So soft.
Smells so good.
Could bathe in this.
Want to taste.
So pretty.
Hate this.
Could watch her face like this for hours.
Want to kiss her.
Want to lick her.
Want to fucking punch something.
Moses’ breath rattled, the fingers digging into her hip flexing as he pushed her down further. She tried to bow her body away from the invading object, but Cian’s hand flashed to her other hip until they were both pushing her down. Her nails razed Moses’ arm, and she caught a brief whiff of copper, his quiet grunt in her ear telling her that she had drawn blood.
“You want to tell us now?” Cian asked, his gaze on fire as he licked his lips.
She nodded desperately, but Moses still refused to remove his hand.
“You want to tap out?” Cian’s whisper was almost lost as they pushed her down further, the stone stretching her, filling her in a way she had never felt before. She was standing on the very tips of her toes, unable to get any higher, her body straining upwards, but there was a niggling little thought in the back of her mind as they both surged closer at the sound of her tortured, muffled groan.
She could suddenly feel how hard they both were, Cian’s dick pressing into her hip, Moses’ curved into the small of her back, and she wondered what it would feel like if it was one of them pushing inside her instead of the smooth crystal.
Somewhere in the classroom, Vega was now attempting to waffle on about moon cycles, and the fear of being caught or found out should have hindered her lust, but the growled thoughts hammering into her brain sent her inhibitions swirling away.
“Fuck, Isobel.” Cian groaned quietly. “What are you thinking about? You just got so wet it’s coating my fingers.”
She immediately reached for his hand, twisting her thighs together to keep the stone in place as she pulled his grip away.
She felt wild.
Unhinged.
He must have seen it in her eyes because he allowed her to shift his grip, watching her with a mix of curiosity and heat. She scrambled for the drawstring on his pants before pushing both of their hands past the waistband. She circled his fingers around his own length right at the top of his cock as it pushed up into their searching grip, spreading her nectar over his length as she pushed their hands down to the base. Cian’s eyes flared, his nostrils flared, even his Alpha ring seemed to pulse bigger, a deep rattle emanating from his chest.
“Fuck, Illy.” He tugged down Moses’ hand and kissed her fully, his tongue spearing into her mouth, the cold metal of his piercing a shock as his hand gripped her throat, squeezing lightly like he was trying to send her a message. His steely length throbbed in their hands before he pulled her fingers out of his pants, groaning at the way she tried to twist her fingers against his skin to leave behind as much of her stickiness as she could. He snapped her hand to his wrist, and she realised he was letting her know that her gesture was still there, that she could still tap the back of one of their hands.
And then he squeezed her throat again, his other hand twisting into her hair.
“Want to tell us now?” he growled out breathlessly, pulling back an inch to let her breathe.
She tried to say yes, but he surged forward again, filling her mouth with his tongue before she could muster up a single word.
“You can stand on those pretty toes all day, can’t you, Carter?” Moses whispered silkily.