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I reach back and unzip my dress. The zipper catches. I shimmy. It pools at my feet near Mason's bed, and I'm standing in front of three alphas in a strapless bra and underwear. The room goes silent.
Arthur's throat works. "Fuck, Beth."
I unhook my bra. Let it fall. My nipples harden from the weight of their stares.
Mason moves first. Crosses the distance and drops to his knees in front of me. His hands find my hips and he presses his mouth to my stomach. His hot, tongue traces a line down from my navel. He drags his lips lower, breath fanning against the lace, and hooks his fingers into the waistband.
He looks up at me. Waiting.
"Yes," I breathe. "God,yes."
He peels them down. I step out.
His hands slide up the backs of my thighs, grip my ass, and push his face between my legs.
The first stroke tears a scream from me.
He eats me out relentlessly and my thighs shake within seconds. I grab his hair. My hips roll as he groans into me.
Knox appears positions himself behind me. Bare-chested, his hands sliding around my waist, up my ribs, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. His mouth behind my ear.
"Lean back," he says. "I've got you."
His chest is solid behind me as he licks my neck. Mason's tongue is relentless below me. My legs are shaking and these two are the only reason I'm able to stay on my feet.
Arthur steps in from my side. Tilts my chin up. Kisses me slow and deep at the exact moment Mason sucks my clit into his mouth, and I whimper directly into Arthur's kiss.
The three of them. All at once.
"Let's move this to bed," Knox says.
Mason stands. Grabs my waist. Puts me on the bed like I weigh nothing.
I land on my back in the center of his immaculately made bed and watch three alphas undress.
Mason strips, shirt over his head, jeans shoved off. Arthur peels everything off like the building's on fire, grinning when he kicks his jeans into the corner.
Knox unbuttons his shirt. One button at a time. Folds it over the desk chair and removes his pants slowly. He knows exactly what the wait is doing to me.
I reach for them.
Mason comes back between my thighs. His mouth is on me again before I've finished breathing in. Knox settles beside me, threads his fingers through my hair, and kisses me slow and thorough while his free hand trails featherlight circles aroundmy nipple. Arthur takes my other side, mouth closing around my breast, tongue circling, teeth grazing.
Mason adds a finger. I jolt. A second. My hips buck so hard Knox has to press his hand flat against my stomach.
Arthur's hand slides down to join Mason's. His fingers find where Mason's tongue meets my clit and press, circling, adding a new layer of tight pressure, and my vision whites at the edges.
"Arthur—I can't—it's—fuck—"
"Come for us, Beth." His mouth at my ear.
That's all the permission my body needed and I shatter.
The orgasm bows my spine off the mattress. I grab whatever I can reach and dig in, my body clenching around Mason's fingers in waves. The sound I make is guttural. I couldn't stop it if I tried.
And then something shifts.
