I don’t really dance, but for Piper, I’d do anything. “Of course.”
I let her drag me into the middle of Kellen’s private kitchen where we’ve decided to hold this little celebration. She sways against me. I’ve noticed it all day, but something about her scent is brighter now, far much rich and dangerous. I inhale sharply and focus on not stepping too far, too fast.
“You can relax,” she murmurs. “You’re off duty.”
If only.“I’m never off duty. You’re too damn important.”
She nuzzles my neck. “That goes both ways, you know.”
She’s not looking at me anymore. Her attention’s on Elliot, who’s still sitting, patient, but whose gaze is now fixed on Piper like she’s the answer to every unsolvable equation.
“Elliot,” Piper says, holding out her hand.
He comes immediately, but not like a servant—more like he’s been waiting for this cue all night. She pulls him into our little orbit, and we sway in time, trading touches and sidelong glances.
Kellen watches for a beat, then downs the rest of his champagne and closes the distance. He slides up behind Piper and wraps his arms around her from the back, chin hooked over her shoulder. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The music gets slower, sexier. It makes my blood go thick and warm.
Piper looks up at me, her mouth a lazy half-smile. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Elliot doesn’t wait for a reply. He scoops Piper up in a bridal carry. She squeals, arms around his neck, and kicks her legs as he heads for the grand staircase. Kellen and I follow, our strides in sync.
Upstairs, Piper’s room has been transformed. She must have been working on this all week but I’m only noticing it now in connection with her richer omega scent.
She’s finally made a proper nest. One with plush pillows and soft blankets piled deep. Fairy lights in all colors are strung from the ceiling and walls, and a bowl of chocolate truffles sits on the nightstand. It smells so much ofherthat my blood runs hot.
Elliot lays her down on the nest and kisses her, slow and deep, while Kellen and I linger at the threshold, suddenly feeling awkward and enormous in the small, intimate space.
Piper breaks the kiss and pats the spot next to her. “Don’t be shy.”
Kellen’s first in. His knees sink into the luxurious nest as he lowers himself beside her. His thumb traces the curve of her jaw before he claims her mouth. His kiss parts her lips with the same measured confidence he uses to command a room. Piper’s fingers curl into his shirt, her body arching toward him like a flower seeking sunlight.
The mattress dips under Elliot’s wait as he settles on her other side. His fingers work each button of her suit jacket, the softpop-pop-poppunctuating their breathing. The blazer slides away, revealing black lace that barely contains the flush spreading across her chest. His breath catches audibly. “You wore this for us.”
Piper bites her lip and smirks. “Maybe.”
Kellen’s fingers trace the edge of black lace before his palm covers her breast, the weight of it filling his hand. Piper’s chest rises and falls in shallow bursts. Her lips parting as her fingersfind the soft hair at his nape. She tugs, just enough to make him wince, and draws him down until his breath warms her skin.
I stay back, letting myself watch. There’s something hypnotic about seeing them worship her, each in their own way. Elliot’s touch is precise, almost surgical. Kellen is rougher, hungrier, desperate to make her gasp.
Piper glances up at me, eyes heavy-lidded. “Nolan. Get over here.”
I obey.
My knees sink deep into the blankets when I crawl into the nest and claim her mouth. She tastes like desire so raw I groan greedily. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips, teasing until I part for her. My head spins, caught in the gravitational pull of her mouth against mine as we kiss.
Piper reaches for my shirt and fumbles with the buttons. I help her and then toss the fabric aside. Her hands leave trails of fire across my skin, fingertips dipping into the ridges between each muscle. She lingers at the thin line of hair below my navel. The metal button of my jeans surrenders with a soft pop to her cool fingers. She dips beneath the denim. I inhale sharply as her fingers brush against me. I’m already straining against the fabric, and a damp circle betrays my need.
Kellen and Elliot don’t stop, they simply move to accommodate. All three of us crowd around Piper, hands and mouths everywhere. Elliot’s mouth travels down the column of her throat, teeth grazing skin until she gasps. His lips hover at the hollow of her collarbone where her pulse hammers visibly. Kellen’s fingers hook beneath the hem of her skirt and inch the fabric upward until black lace appears. When his fingertips meet the soft skin of her inner thigh, his eyes close briefly, his touch so light it’s barely there, as though he’s handling something infinitely precious.
Piper’s legs tremble as Kellen kisses her thigh. He presses a kiss to her clit through the damp fabric. Piper releases a needy moan from the back of her throat, one that doubles the ache in my cock. Elliot’s fingers hook under her lace bra and drag it down. The rosy peaks of her breasts tighten in the cool air before his mouth closes over one, his tongue circling with deliberate pressure. A gasp escapes her lips as his thumb brushes over the neglected peak, rolling it between calloused fingers.
The taste of champagne lingers on Piper’s tongue as I claim her mouth again. Her teeth catch my bottom lip, the sharp sting melting into pleasure as she tugs. My scalp tingles where her fingers twist into my hair. Below us, Kellen’s golden head moves in hypnotic rhythm between her thighs. Her spine arches off the nest and a whimper vibrates against my lips. Her fingers tangle in Kellen’s curls, nails scraping his scalp as she rocks against the flat of his tongue.
Elliot’s moved while he strips off his own clothes with military efficiency. He reaches around, hand slipping between Piper’s legs, two thick fingers working in tandem with Kellen’s tongue. Piper’s thighs begin to quiver. Her fingers dig crescents into my forearm. Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, each one punctuated by a whimper that grows higher in pitch.
“Don’t stop,” she manages between ragged breaths, her voice fracturing on the second word. “Oh fuck, don’t?—“
