“I want you inside me.”
Shock is evident on his face and he shares a look with Lain.
“You’re certain?” Greer confirms.
“Yes. I’ve never been knotted outside of my heat. I think I’d like that. I’m also on birth control and get tested at the facilities.”
“It’s been a while for me, too. I was tested a few months ago. Only if you’re sure?” he confirms and I smile.
“Me too,” Lain says, his fingers pulling down the shoulder straps of my bra.
I’m completely exposed to the both of them and about to have my first lucid threesome.
“Maisie, you’re sure?” Greer asks again.
“I’m sure. I want both of you,” I say, grabbing Lain’s belt.
He doesn’t need any more assurance as he grabs his shirt from the nape of his neck, giving me a glorious view of his body. You wouldn’t guess that he was a tour guide, not one bit.
But when he pulls down his pants, and I get a look at his legs, I sigh happily. The man has beautiful, thick, muscular thighs and calves. That wasn’t even something I thought I’d be into, but apparently I’m a sucker for strong legs.
When he pulls down his briefs, he’s a little longer than Greer, but not as girthy. His knot is already partially swollen and somehow that has me getting wetter.
Greer notices immediately.
“Do you like seeing how hard your Alphas are for you?” he asks.
Your Alphas.
The verbiage is concerning, but also so damn hot at the same time.
“So much,” is all I say, because it does.
Greer has fully taken off his pants, but he takes my breath away when he removes his shirt. Freckles are speckled across his chest along with a masculine helping of chest hair.
I expect him to line himself up at my entrance and slide right in. Instead, he slides his hands under my ass and leans forward, taking me against his mouth.
I gasp at the pleasure and unconsciously grab Lain’s thigh for support. He grunts and strokes himself as he watches his pack mate eat me out.
There’s no way I’m surviving these two, and I don’t think I want to.
Greer hums against my pussy and pulls back.
“Told you I wanted a taste,” he says, and he looks at the position of all of us. “Couch isn’t going to work. At least not like this.”
He grabs my calf, sliding me down the couch, before grabbing me by the waist and picking me up.
“You really have a thing for picking me up,” I tell him with a huff as he carries me bridal style. There’s a moment of complete mortification as I see the slick puddle I left behind, but I swallow it down.
“Aye. Guess I do. Lain’s room is downstairs,” he says simply, carrying me into his pack mate’s bedroom.
His room is softer than I imagined it would be. The walls are a beige color, but the decoration within is just so Lain. Maps and landscape portraits cover his walls. His dresser is covered in photographs, trophies, and knickknacks. His bed is large as he gently places me down on top of the downy comforter.
I take the time to unfasten my bra that’s nearly half hanging off anyway.
Here I am in the tour guide’s room who fixed my flat tire on the side of the road, and the tavern owner who saw me at my worst.
At this moment they’re my Alphas which is surreal, but somehow perfect.
