It feels like coming home when Adler kicks open the door to my nest. Above us, my newly installed disco light sends cubes of color and shadows bouncing over every surface. Luca even put up a row of mirrors as per my request—perfect for yoga and stretching in between heats as well as for… other things.
The smell of fresh paint still hangs in the air from the first coat of deep lilac Orin applied this morning. It looks perfect under the pink and purple moving lights and against my array of bright, soft furnishings.
My eyes widen as I see the plush-looking swing seat in the corner of the room, hanging from the ceiling. “What isthat?”
The rich purple-cushioned body of the seat is generous in size, each edge of the cushion is attached to a sturdy-looking golden rope that leads up to heavy-duty rings, which are linked to what looks like a spreader bar.
“A gift from Orin. He put it up before he left for work,” Adler replies as he places me down. “He thought you might like it. If you don’t, we can?—”
“Like it?” I head straight for it, stroking the spreader bar which is wrapped in a luxurious suede-like material. “Iloveit.”
I eagerly climb onto it. The moment I notice the velvet foot straps dangling off the sides, I realize exactly what kind of swing this is. I guess Mr. Grumpy-Pants must know a thing or two about having fun after all.
I kick back with my feet to check what kind of motion this thing has and go flying. It has serious momentum. I’ve never tried one before, but swinging around and getting myself into all sorts of positions sounds like a dream. But since it’s Orin’s gift, it only feels fair that he be the first one to give it a try.
Gleefully, I spring up. My nest already smells of the guys, but I need more. More of them. Scent alone isn’t enough. I need their touch. Badly.
Both of their attention is attuned on me, my skin warming as I revel in the feeling of their gazes. I’ve always enjoyed putting on a show, but I’ll enjoy it even more when in a room with two ridiculously hot alphas whom I can’t wait to see naked. I start by removing my tank top.
“Come here.” Adler yanks me into his arms. The thrum of his desire through our bond is electric, growing even stronger when his mouth crashes against mine.
I crack one eye open to see Luca cautiously approaching. His crisp, woodsy scent envelops me as he peppers tiny kisses over my shoulders, gentle like butterfly wings batting against me.
“I need you, firecracker.” Adler groans as I stroke his rigid cock through his pants, bucking against my palm impatiently.
I mess around with his button while he pulls off his T-shirt, flinging it over into a dark corner, leaving a citrus-scented meteor trail in its wake. I take in every tantalizing detail of his toned torso, running my hands over the taut lines of his six pack.
“Luca…” I turn my head to kiss him. When Luca’s mouth briefly separates from mine, he removes his tee. “Woah.” I drink him in, mouth suddenly dry. “You’re ripped as fuck.”
He’s not as broad as Adler, but his muscles are just as big. A light covering of soft brown curls swirl over his chest, giving him a wild, rugged edge, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the huge tent stretching the seams of his pants.
“Before we go any further, I should probably tell you that I…” Luca looks a little nervous. “I like to watch.”
I gesture at the mirrors. “These were the perfect choice, then.”
“That’s okay with you?” His shoulders slacken, visibly letting go of tension. “I know some people can find it a little… intense.”
“I can totally work with a voyeur kink.” I smirk. “Adler and I will give you the best show, and if you want to join in?—”
“Oh, I will.”
“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get you on the bed.” Not waiting for a response, Adler scoops me up and carries me over to it. “If I don’t taste you soon, I’m going to go crazy.” He doesn’t mess around, throwing me down and tugging my shorts off.
Luca takes a seat on a cute bean bag close by, facing us, the perfect spot to watch from all angles thanks to the mirrors.
I part my legs, holding eye contact with Luca while Adler undresses. I love watching Luca’s pupils widen, eating up his different colored irises as his gaze lands on my bare pussy. Enjoying the way he’s practically drooling over me, a fresh wave of slick drips from me.
“Like what you see?” I run one finger between my sensitive folds, showing him just how wet I am.
Luca licks his lips. “You look perfect.”
“Just wait until you taste her,” Adler groans hungrily, positioning himself between my legs then yanking me down onto his face.
My vision blurs for a second as his smooth tongue glides over my clit. I grab his head, pushing him deeper, writhing around to increase the friction.
“How does that feel?” Luca asks.
“So fucking good.” I grab a hold of Adler’s head, his next lick sending a tremble through me.
