Reverie.Shit. “The show.”
Connor snaps his fingers. “I’ll call Hannah. Our alternates will get to skate until your heat passes.”
Worry creases Zev’s forehead, then Fowlers. They both make the same snap judgments. Fowler’s only been back to desk duty a few days, so he may not be missed. But Zev’s coaching kids will miss him.
The three of them move in a flurry I’m far too out of it to trace. Connor disappears the longest. Zev and Fowler—I think—set about collecting the very meager number of pillows and candles throughout their place. They’re gone long enough and my body grows hot enough, that my fingers wander down between my thighs while they’re gone.
I whimper again the moment my fingers brush my clit. I need release, now. I need alphas’ knots and?—
My thighs clench tightly together as I cum.
Zev and Fowler appear in the door way and curse under their breath. They apologize for leaving at all before joining me in bed again, already stripping off their own clothes. Connor returns then, too, and does the same before tipping a glass of water against my lips. I drink greedily while my hand wanders back down between my thighs.
Zev pulls my hand away. “We’ve got this, angel. If you’ll let us. You’re not alone.”
Fowler slowly caresses up and down my arm. “You’re safe with us.”
My body screams from being this close to them without actually having their knots. Knots I’ve never had before with men I’ve never been that intimate with before last night.
First time for everything.But with them, with us specifically, it feels like the point of no return.
I want it. Badly.
The aching coils tight. “It hurts.” I hate how small my voice sounds.
“Do you want us to help you?” Zev asks.
“Yes,” I answer quickly.
They share a look between them then nod, the matter settled.
“Do you want all three of us at once, or…?” Fowler asks as he kisses down my arm. The minor contact sends the heat in my body into a tailspin.
“Please,” I say, “just—I need?—”
Zev shifts me onto my back. His hands are huge and cool, and he starts at my ankles, moving slow until he’s at the edge of the sticky mess between my legs. He meets my eyes, a silent ask for permission. I nod.
He’s so gentle as he parts me and dips his head. He inhales me in and his eyes flutter shut in bliss. “You smell amazing,” he murmurs, and then he’s burying his face, tongue warm and broad, lapping up the slick in great greedy swipes.
Connor moves to my side. He gathers my hair off my face, then presses little kisses along my hairline and temple. “Let us know if it’s too much.” I can already feel him hardening against my hip.
Fowler’s hand finds the hem of my shirt. The fabric drags up slowly. His thumb and forefinger find my nipple and twist, and my back leaves the mattress.
Zev’s tongue is relentless. I’m already close, body locking up with every flick and press.
“Please, please, please,” I whisper.
Connor’s mouth finds mine, muffling the sound.
My orgasm is sudden and violent, ripping through me so hard my vision whites out. I claw at Connor’s forearm and Zev’s hair, anything to keep from floating off into the sun.
I can’t catch my breath. It’s like drowning in air.
When I come down, Zev is licking his lips, looking pleased with himself, and Connor is stroking my face, murmuring, “Good girl, so good for us,” over and over. Fowler slides down the bed, peeling off my underwear, and tosses them somewhere I’ll never find.
Fowler’s hands close around my hips, thumbs pressing into the soft hollows there. He lowers himself until his breath is warm against my inner thigh. He tilts his head up to look at me from between my legs, his eyes dark. Something about being looked at like that makes my whole body clench with wanting.
Connor moves down to my chest, sucking a bruise into my collarbone while his hands roam everywhere. He continues as Fowler dives in and devours me.
