Zev and Fowler don’t even pretend to be patient. Zev tugs my jacket off, then yanks my shirt over my head like he’s unwrapping a present. The motion drags my hair out of its ponytail. Fowler sweeps it aside to kiss the place where my neck meets my shoulder.
Our pheromones mix together now. I melt into the swirling combination of their scents and alpha presence. It’s all around me, under my skin, a wave building so fast I want to weep.
Somehow we end up in the living room. I’m wearing only my bralette and a pair of shorts. My alphas are still mostly dressed. Zev lowers me onto the coffee table scattered with coasters from breweries I’ve never heard of. My bare thighs stick to the wood.
The three of them stand above me. Their gazes run the length of my body, studying what I’ve not yet allowed them to see or touch. I expect the familiar wolf-pack jockeying, but instead it’s only reverence. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. My fingers curl against the wood of the table.
“Is this okay?” Zev asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. My voice is ragged, unrecognizable. “Please.”
We’ve never been as intimate as we have been tonight. During prep camp, before they rejected me, we hung out justlike the rest of the cast. Maybe a kiss or two with the initial realization of the scent-match.
But nothing likethis.
Zev asking me if I’m okay is all it takes.
Connor is the first to touch me. His fingers ghost over my stomach as he memorizes every line and hollow. He unhooks my bralette with one hand in one smooth motion and mouths at my breasts, his teeth grazing the swell before his tongue finds the peak. He works in a maddeningly unhurried way that makes me want to scream. He seals his lips around it and pulls. The sensation lances straight down through my stomach to the spot between my thighs and my spine curves off the table.
Zev keeps his brown eyes on mine the entire time. When I try to look away, he cups my face in his palm and makes me hold the gaze. “You’re so beautiful, angel. Let us apologize this way for everything we’ve done.”
Connor hums against my nipple. “Yes, let us.”
Fowler kneels beside the coffee table and watches Connor work. I feel the pressure of his eyes everywhere—on my chest, my stomach, the inside of my knees. It makes my skin prickle. “You’re beautiful.” He sounds stunned.
Zev leans in to kiss my throat. His teeth swipe the sensitive skin, but he’s careful not to bite or leave anything resembling an alpha’s mark. He draws in a long, deep breath. “God, Grace. You smell divine.”
Connor moves lower as his hands grip the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips, and he peels them down, underwear and all. There’s a slick sound as the fabric pulls away and my scent hits the open air.
All three of them groan, almost in unison.
Connor’s hands tremble. Zev’s thumb traces slow circles over my cheekbone.
They lay me out, knees parted and back arched. Connor kneels between my legs and kisses the inside of my knee before slowly making his way up the crease of my thigh. Each kiss lands and waits. My toes curl and my belly shivers.
Zev’s fingers move through my hair in long, slow passes. Fowler braces my left leg on his shoulder and drags his tongue slowly from my ankle to my knee.
Then Connor’s mouth finds my clit. There’s no shyness to it—his tongue is everywhere, wide and greedy, like he’s been dying for this taste and will leave not a drop behind. Instinct takes over. My hips buck up. Connor groans approval against me, the reverberation making my toes curl. He licks in slow, languid drags, then flicks tight circles. All of it is so blessedly merciless I can’t remember a single other thing on earth, least of all why these three feel the need to make this final,very convincingapology.
Connor holds nothing back. It’s exactly the same as how he skates: with directed force and precision. He never lets up lets me drift away from the edge. Every time my breath snags and my thighs tremble, he doubles down, flattening his tongue or curling it, switching things up so my body never gets used to one sensation before the next one crashes over.
My climax breaks over me like a wave. My heels dig into the table and my thighs clamp down around Connor’s ears.
“Connor!” His name tumbles out of me in a sound I don’t quite recognize as my own voice.
My fingers find his hair and grip. He hums against me, pleased, and the vibration undoes me all over again.
But it isn’t just Connor pleasuring me. Zev keeps a hand on my face, gentle and steady, while he palms one of my breast. He leans in to suck the other in a sensation that sends another climax crashing through me.
Fowler kisses down my shin and up again. His hands wander in a constant gentle stroking all over my body. When I sob out a desperate plea of pleasure, he leans in to claim my mouth and kisses me fiercely.
The three of them together are overwhelming. I am folded open and cracked apart, every part of me exposed to their hands and mouths and eyes. My legs shake. My hands scrabble for purchase and land on Zev’s wrist, squeezing hard enough to bruise. All while Connor remains relentless, licking and sucking with the single-minded determination of someone who has decided that making me lose control is a sacred calling.
Iambeing worshiped. There is no doubt about that. All three of them, knelt around me on a scuffed coffee table, their faces, their scents, their bodies pressed in tight, all for me.
I can’t hold back the noises I make—guttural and wild. Sometimes it’s their names slipping off my lips. Other times it’s only whimpers. The pleasure builds and builds, climbing higher and higher, until I cum again and again and I’m left to be a sensitive bundle of omega before three handsome alphas.
In a flash, Zev and Connor switch places, so now Zev has his turn between my thighs. He’s rougher than Connor, and slips two thick fingers inside me. By the time he’s worked in a third I’m bucking off the coffee table all over again. I hadn’t realized howemptyI was, how much I ache for more, until now—and now I crave even more. Fowler is still at my breasts, kneading and sucking, while Connor comes to kiss me. I taste myself on him. Everything about this moment is so hot that I may actually combust.
