Above us, a low noise rumbles in the hot air.
I angle my head back.
Silas is leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, gaze glued to the point where both his pack mates are touching me. Hispupils are blown, jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle jump.
He looks hungry. And like he’s fighting himself every inch.
I lift one hand and reach back behind his knee.
For a beat, he doesn’t move.
Then his fingers slide against mine, and I tug gently until his hand comes down to my chest, where he slips his thumb under the edge of my top. His palm presses against my breast as his thumb brushes my nipple.
It hardens instantly under his touch, and he lets out a short growl.
Felix and Liam are still at it. Felix's hand slides up my arm, tracing patterns on my skin. Liam’s grip on my thigh eases, his fingers circling over the fabric of my bikini bottom. Silas leans in, his breath hot on my neck as his free hand cups my other breast.
I'm surrounded. This is wrong. I'm their lawyer, originally here to enforce a contract, not... this. But their touch feels like worship, and their bodies radiate the desire I've been yearning for.
Silas dips his head, mouth ghosting over the corner of my jaw before he finds my lips.
“What the fuck are we doing,” Silas breathes against my mouth, the words more ragged awe than actual objection.
I answer by kissing him harder.
The dam snaps.
Felix’s mouth leaves my shoulder and finds my throat, his tongue chasing a bead of sweat down to my collarbone. He drags his teeth there, just enough pressure to make my vision fuzz at the edges. Liam’s fingers go under my bikini and lips catch the other side of my neck, his breath hot as he murmurs, “You have no idea what you’re doing to us.”
Hands and mouths blur together. Silas’s fingers hook in the top of my bikini, tugging the fabric down just enough to bare me to the heat. His palm cups me, then his head lowers, his tongue circling my nipple before his mouth closes around it.
My back arches off the bench with a gasp I can’t bite back.
Felix’s hand slides over my ribs, down my stomach. Liam’s fingers circle my clit faster now. The combined touch has me shaking.
“Please,” I hear myself whisper, not even sure who I’m begging.
“We’ve got you, angel,” Felix says, voice rougher than usual.
Liam’s mouth leaves my neck, moving lower. I take off my bikini bottom, and his hands steady my hips as he approaches my clit.
My vision whites out for a second.
Silas lifts his head, lips wet, eyes blown wide. “Look at you,” he rasps. His thumb drags over my slick nipple again, slower now, almost reverent. “You’re going to ruin us.”
He's right. Someone's getting ruined. And based on the way they're looking at me, I'm first in line.
Felix’s hand slips a lower, where Liam’s already wrecking me. They fall into a rhythm without talking, one of going inside me, the other easing, circling with his tongue. My thighs clamp on a particularly direct stroke, and they both groan.
“Naomi,” he says, voice muffled against my skin. “You’re—fuck.”
I can’t form words. My head falls back against Silas’s thigh, his hand catching my chin to keep my mouth tilted up for him. He steals another kiss, swallowing the little sounds I can’t quite hold in as Felix and Liam keep working me higher and higher.
Heat coils low and tight and insistent. The kind of desperate climb that usually ends with me alone in a dark apartment, hand between my own thighs.
Not this time.
I reach blindly for Felix’s swim trunks, fingers fumbling over his erection, needing to do something, needing to give back, needing—
