Chapter 190 Rage POV

Chapter 190 Rage POV
Gamma Diego drives us back to my place. Our first night, the night I mark them—will not be spent at the pack house. I still regret the first time I had Ares there. She had no privacy, not with my brother barging in like he owned the place. I held back too much with her.

Now my mind won’t settle. I’m wound tight, nerves stretched thin. Nova squeezes my hand, grounding me, like she always does.

This isn’t my first threesome but it is the first time with two she-wolves. My mates. Sisters, at that. It still feels strange when I think about it too hard. I almost asked Dragon how the hell he navigated things with Lilith and his brother, but I stopped myself. No need to reopen wounds—and besides, Lilith has more than one hole. I have one dick. The thought hits me out of nowhere and I burst into laughter, shaking my head at myself.

At least I’m drunk. There’s a soft haze over everything, taking the edge off. Nova is drunk too, loose and warm beside me, but Ares barely touched her drinks. She looks just as tense as I feel.

Diego pulls into the U-shaped driveway and kills the engine. We’re home.

I stumble out of the car, already feeling the buzz slipping away. Shit. My Gamma chuckles from the driver’s seat.

"Have fun. I’ll see you in a few days." He winks.

My stomach flips as I help Nova and Ares out, like I’m steady enough to be helping anyone.

We push through the large dark wood doors. Cool air washes over me, sobering me just enough to walk a straight line toward my bedroom. They follow close behind, their presence heavy and electric at my back.

I drop onto the lounge chaise at the foot of my bed. My jacket comes off, then my shoes, then my socks. They just stand there, watching me. Watching everything.

I loosen my tie and finally look up at them.

"I’m nervous," I admit, quick and quiet, like maybe if I say it fast enough it won’t matter.

Ares crosses the space between us without hesitation and settles into my lap. Her fingers are already working at my shirt buttons. I don’t even notice when her dress disappears—just suddenly she’s there, completely bare, heat against me. Her lips brush my neck, right over that spot that makes me lose all sense.

I watch Nova slowly slide her dress down her body, letting it drop at her feet before stepping out of it. My mouth goes dry. They pull me to my feet together.

Ares drops to her knees, unzipping me, freeing me piece by piece until I’m just as bare as they are. Then her mouth is on my cock, warm, tight, claiming.

Fuck.

Knowing I’m her first and the only one she’ll ever have, hits something deep in me. Possessive. Primal.

Nova’s lips capture mine, stealing every sound I make while her hand settles on the back of Ares’s head, guiding her rhythm.

I’m losing it. Completely.

I’m going to come.

They switch before I can.

Nova’s mouth replaces Ares’s, slower, deeper. My balls tighten as she takes them in, and Ares’s hand wraps around me, stroking with firm, deliberate pressure. I can’t hold it. I don’t even try. I glance down just in time to see Nova open for me, and I spill across her tongue, my body jerking with it.

And I’m still hard.

I haul them both up like they weigh nothing, tossing them onto the bed. Their bodies bounce against the mattress, soft laughter spilling from them. I stand there for a second, just watching, trying to decide who I take first. They giggle.

"Me!" Ares calls.

"As you wish," I murmur, already moving.

I drop between her thighs, my mouth finding her pussy instantly. My tongue slides through her, slow at first, then deeper, tasting, exploring. She arches, hips lifting, a broken sound leaving her as I push further. My hand drifts to Nova, finding her just as easily. Two fingers slip inside her, moving slow and steady. She likes it that way—I’ve learned that.

Ares is unraveling beneath me, her body responding faster, sharper. Nova builds slower, deeper. I feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers.

Fuck, I’m going to come from going down on her.

I drag my mouth up Ares’s body, pressing kisses along her stomach, over her breasts, teasing her nipples until she gasps. Then her neck. Nova’s lips crash into mine as I push inside Ares.

Three thrusts. That’s all it takes. She shatters around me.

I growl, lifting her slightly, letting Roger push forward. My teeth sink into her shoulder and she cries out, her body tightening hard around me. Nova’s emotions slam into me—lust, heat, need—flooding my system as Ares clamps down on me. I come inside her, hard, my mind going blank for a second, until she bites me back. Pain and pleasure crash together, my body jerking before I collapse into her.

"My turn," Nova breathes, already pulling me toward her.

I go willingly.

I take my time with her, my mouth moving over her like I could map every inch. She grips my head, guiding me, grinding against my face as her breathing breaks apart. Ares lies beside us, still catching her breath, her hand finding mine. Nova taps me lightly and I move up her body, kissing, tasting, dragging my tongue across her skin before teasing her nipples the way I know she likes.

Ares pulls my face toward hers, kissing me deeply as I slide into Nova. She lets me go when Nova demands more—faster. Nova tightens around me, her head tilting, exposing her neck.

Roger surges forward again, my canines breaking her skin in the crook of her neck. The taste of copper fills my mouth.

I lose control. Completely.

My eyes drift to Ares as I fall apart inside Nova, marking her just as she marked me. The sting of Ares’s bite flares again, like it refuses to be ignored. I come hard, buried deep inside Nova.

Ares’s hand cups my face, pulling me into a soft kiss, grounding me again. And that’s when it hits me a sharp clarity.

Fuck.

I never wanted this. Never wanted to feel it.

But I do.

I have a favorite.