My eyelashes flutter and my eyes close as a ragged breath leaves me. Ripples of pleasure radiate through my pelvis and up my spine.
But I need more. Both my mates are too slow and languid for the impatient tidal wave that's building behind my belly button. I want the disaster to hit already, the fierce swirl to sweep through me and carry me away.
I lift my hand from Ridge's shoulder and move it down toward my belly.
But his own hand shoots out and encases my wrist. "Oh no, omega. You don't get to touch yourself. Your orgasms come from us now. Only us."
He drags my hand back up and plants it on the bench behind him, doing the same with my other hand, until I'm braced on the seat instead of his shoulders.
Then, with a slowness designed to torture me, he slowly trails a single fingertip along the collar of my dress. When he reaches the lowest point, his hand dips inside, and he delves beneath my bra, pulling my breasts out one at a time, propping them onthe cups, dragging the dress collar so that it frames them from below.
Each motion is careful, just enough to send tiny filaments of electricity zinging through me. But not enough to ignite the smoldering need that's growing fiercer every second.
Ridge's eyes flick to Luka in silent communication. And then the leader of Alpha Team X dips his head. His warm, wet mouth encases one of my nipples as Luka drags a soaked finger in a circle around my clit.
My lungs catch fire while my hips buck, and I clench onto the seat of the SUV as if my life depends on it.
Ridge responds by sucking harder, his tongue darting, a hand rising to cup my other breast. And Luka tightens his circles, spiraling that finger inward as his teeth drag down my hip.
Their scents explode with lust, and I shatter with a scream, splitting and spilling, toppling like a building, wrecked and annihilated by my mates until my mind is rubble. Destroyed in the best way possible.
I collapse onto Ridge's lap, a soaking mess full of smiles.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"Oh, don't thank us yet, baby. That was just the start."
53
BRYLEE
When Ridge carriesme into my nesting room, I gasp.
He sets me down gently, but I keep a grip on his arm because I'm utterly and completely stunned. The ceiling is the first thing that draws my eye because it's been painted with a beautiful mural of a starry night. Inspired by Van Gogh, but at the same time, utterly its own creation, emanating an otherworldly energy.
Then there are white wooden arches spaced along the walls, with real rose vines twining up them from planters, pink and white silken petals in full bloom. A new comforter is on the bed, white and fluffy as a cloud. The entire space is serene and magical and so perfect that my throat threatens to close.
Another gift from them.
Tears threaten to turn me into a fountain, but before they can burst free, Kylian barges past Ridge and scoops me up.
He spins me in a circle that turns my budding cries into laughter, which makes a smile stretch across his handsome face. When he comes to a halt, his brows rise playfully.
Then, without warning, he throws me up into the air in an arc, and I land on the massive mattress with a bounce. He prowls forward, stripping off clothes with every step until he's naked, his pristine muscles patterned with tattoos a feast for my eyes.
His dark gaze burns through me as he states, "My little obsession, I had to smell that slick dripping from your pretty pussy the entire ride home."
He grabs my ankles and pulls them apart, setting one foot to rest on his shoulder while he undoes the strap of one heel and tosses it so carelessly over his shoulder that Luka has to dodge when he enters the room.
Kylian undoes my other shoe and drops it, and my breath catches because I expect him to swoop forward and kiss me. But instead, he keeps me in that vulnerable position, my skirt flipped up sloppily around my waist, one foot up in his hands, leg extended, and the other splayed out on the mattress so that I'm lewdly splayed open.
He turns his head, and then he licks a long, hot line up my ankle while my other men watch, and my heat, like the wanton slut she is, perks at their attention. At the way those other sets of eyes are fixated on me and the panties that Luka tugged back on for our walk here—panties that are growing damp again.
Kylian's hands glide over my foot and massage the arch, thumbs swooping in soothing circles as he plants kisses on my ankle, before he moves down to my calf, those fingers relaxing me while his tongue stirs up trouble, darting out to taste my skin when he reaches the underside of my knee. A soft, tingling sensation shoots down my leg and makes my breath catch.
The flat of his tongue tickles as he laps up the soft skin of my inner thigh, and my mind melts like ice cream dropped from a cone directly onto a sizzling sidewalk. Sweet, hot, sloppy feelings collect in my core, and it pulses with need.
After he hooks my well-kissed leg over his shoulder, his warm breath glides across my panties, sweeping me into a brand-new frenzy. The covers are clenched, violently choked beneath my fingertips, when his tongue laps a line up the gusset. Panting, I let my head fall back, marveling at the brilliant sensation.
