The last word dissolves into a moan as her hips buck involuntarily against Kellen’s mouth.
Kellen doubles down, and in seconds Piper is cumming, her whole body locking up, toes curling, hands grasping my hair and Kellen’s all at once. She cries out, a wild, beautiful sound, and doesn’t let up, riding the waves as Kellen and Elliot work her through it.
My cock throbs against my zipper, each pulse a sweet agony. I curl my fingers into fists at my sides, watching themthrough half-lidded eyes, savoring the way anticipation builds like pressure behind a dam.
Piper’s eyes flutter open. She wastes no time. She plants her hands firmly on Kellen’s shoulders and shoves him onto his back. She crawls over him, her hair draping around them like a curtain, and presses soft, wet kisses down his chest, lingering on the hard planes of his muscles. Her fingers work swiftly at his belt. She tugs his cock free, and traces her tongue in a slow line from base to tip. Kellen’s breath escapes in a sharp hiss, his hands trembling slightly as he buries them in her hair.
Elliot jerks his chin towards Piper, a silent question. “Front or back?” he rasps.
I open my mouth to respond, but Piper beats me to it. “I want all of you,” she pants, her voice husky with desire. “Right now.”
Piper rises above Kellen, her thighs shaking as she guides him to her entrance. A gasp escapes her parted lips as she sinks down inch by agonizing inch, her fingers splayed across his chest for balance, her head falling back to expose the vulnerable column of her throat. She begins to move, her hips undulating in a rhythm that makes Kellen’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Elliot retrieves a small bottle from the nightstand and coats his fingers before positioning himself behind Piper. The pressure builds at her entrance, then gives way as Elliot’s thickness breaches her. Piper’s breath catches, her spine arching like a drawn bow as he sinks deeper. Her fingers claw into Kellen’s shoulders, lips parted in a silent gasp that finally breaks into a low, guttural moan when Elliot’s hips finally meet the curve of her ass.
I quickly step out of my bottoms and boxers and then kneel in front of Piper. Each heartbeat sends a throb through my length, the head flushed dark and glistening with anticipation. She looks up at me, her lips parted in a silent plea. I stroke myself once. Piper leans forward, her tongue out, eager.
The second I touch her lips, she licks the tip, eager, and the feel of her tongue is enough to send a spike of sensation straight down my spine. She takes me in slowly, savoring, working her mouth over me with deliberate, joyful intent. I barely have time to brace myself before she sets a rhythm, bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. The vibrations from her moans reverberate through me. I grip her hair, desperate for an anchor.
Behind her, Elliot’s pace is methodical. He doesn’t slam into her, but every movement is measured, designed to maximize Piper’s pleasure even if it kills him. He sets his hands on her waist and helps lift and lower her, timing his own thrusts to match the bounce of her body as she rides Kellen. The three of them are perfectly synchronized, like a living metronome. Every time Elliot presses into her, Kellen bucks upward, and Piper’s mouth tightens around me. The feedback loop is nearly enough to make me lose it right then and there.
Kellen’s fingertips leave marks against the curve of Piper’s hips as his body bucks upward with such force the muscles in his neck cord tight against his skin. Beside them, Elliot’s jaw flexes with each precisely timed thrust. With nostrils flared and a bead of sweat tracing his temple, he draws a shaky breath, his eyes never leaving the place where their bodies join.
I let go, just a little. I let myself savor the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my length, the alternating heat and wetness as she tongues the tip, the greedy little noises she makes when she swallows me deep. My hands cradle her face, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks. Her eyes flutter open every few moments, locking onto mine with a look that says,Yes, I want you, I want all of you, I want this forever.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I manage to grit out.
Piper’s moans are muffled by my cock, but her ecstasy is clear in her wide, glazed eyes. I thrust into her mouth. My vision blurs at the edges and my thighs quake as her throat works aroundme. I grip her hair tighter, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps that I can’t control. Every muscle in my body tenses, coiling tight like a spring about to snap.
Kellen’s body goes taut. He throws his head back, mouth open in a soundless cry as he comes undone. Piper follows suit, her body convulsing with another orgasm, her inner muscles clamping down on Kellen and Elliot.
Elliot’s control finally snaps. He presses his hips flush against Piper’s ass as he spills into her. The world goes white at the edges as pressure builds at the base of my spine. I grip her hair tighter, my hips stuttering.
“Piper—”
The warning catches in my throat as I pull back. My release pulses across her flushed skin in pearlescent ribbons. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide, as her pink tongue darts out to catch a glistening drop at the corner of her mouth.
We crumple onto the nest of blankets, Piper at the center, her body limp and glowing with sweat. Kellen brushes her hair back and whispers soft endearments. Elliot’s arm rests possessively over her stomach, his touch gentle despite his earlier ferocity.
The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, and the scent of our mingled desires hanging heavy in the air.
I gather them all in, holding tight, and try not to think of any danger that might tear this pack apart because this…thisis perfect.
CHAPTER 18
Piper
My heat.It’s here.
It fought through what remained of my suppressants after my alphas bonded with me.
It fought through every chemical trying to keep it at bay.
It. Is. Here.
It starts with a burning and a set of stairs. Or rather, me falling down them.
My visions doubles as I try to make my way to the safety of my alphas’ arms. I don’t quite make it that far. Instead, I crash down the last four steps of the grand staircase with all the grace of a baby giraffe on ice skates. My knees give out on the marble. The heels of my palms catch the worst of it, but the rest of me follows and presents to anyone watching a study in ragdoll physics.
“Jesus!” Elliot rounds the corner at the same moment I collapse in a heap, one arm cradling my ribs and the other clutching the spindly railing. His shadow hits me before his hands do.
