“I’m just getting supplies,” Kade’s voice cut through the haze. I turned my head and saw him pulling on his pants. “I'll be right back.”
He disappeared through the door, and I barely registered his absence before Lucian's scent intensified. I looked toward where he stood, and the sight of him made my core clench around Theo. A growl rumbled from his chest, low and possessive, and I felt it in my bones.
“Lucian,” I gasped, extending one hand toward him while Theo continued his powerful thrusts. “I need—please—”
He moved then, crossing to the bed with predatory grace. His hands went to his pants, undoing them with quick movements, and I watched him strip with heat-hazed eyes. When he climbed onto the bed beside me, positioning himself near my head, I understood what he was offering.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. “Let me taste you—”
His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking across my cheekbone, and his hazel-brown eyes held mine. “Are you sure?”
I pulled him toward me in answer, my mouth opening, and took him inside me. The first salty, sweet taste of him made me moan. His flavor burst across my tongue as I took him deep, my movements clumsy with desperation but eager.
Lucian’s groan vibrated through his body, and his hand moved to my hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands. “God, Jasmine—”
Theo's thrusts grew more powerful, driving deeper, and the dual sensation of being filled made my mind fragment. I couldn't think beyond the pleasure, beyond the relief of having two of my Alphas touching me, filling me, satisfying the desperate need.
The door opened again, and Kade’s oak scent joined the leather and rosewood. “I brought water and snacks,” he announced, and I heard things being set down on the nightstand. “Though I don't think she's ready for those yet.”
“No,” Theo agreed, his voice strained with effort. “But soon.”
Kade climbed back onto the bed, his hands finding my skin, stroking along my sides. “You're doing so well,” he murmured. “Taking them so beautifully.”
I couldn't respond with my mouth occupied, but I reached for Lucian with my free hand, pulling at him desperately. He understood immediately, positioning himself where I could still reach his cock, as I grasped Kade’s, working my hand in rhythm with Theo's thrusts.
The sensation of all three of them at once was overwhelming. Theo inside me, powerful and deep. Lucian filling my mouth, his taste flooding my senses. Kade in my hand, his soft groans telling me I was doing it right.
My body was responding to all of them, the thrill of desire building with each thrust, each stroke, each sound they made.The pain was gone completely now, replaced by sensations so intense I thought I might shatter from them.
“Mark me,” I gasped when Lucian withdrew for a moment, giving me air. The words came from somewhere primal, my biology demanding it. “Please, Theo, mark me—bite me—make me yours—”
Theo's rhythm faltered, and his mouth moved away from my neck. “No.”
The word was firm, absolute, cutting through my heat-fogged mind. I whimpered in protest, trying to guide his mouth back to where I needed it.
“Not when you're not in your right mind,” he said, his voice rough but determined. He thrust deeper, making me cry out, but his mouth stayed away from my neck. “When you truly decide you want to be with us, when you can make that choice clearly, then I'll mark you. Not before.”
The refusal should have made me angry, should have intensified the desperate need. Instead, something in my chest eased. Even now, even with me begging, they were protecting me. Protecting my choice.
“Promise,” I gasped, as another wave built. “Promise you'll mark me when I ask—”
“I promise,” Theo growled against my shoulder. “When you're ready. When you ask me with a clear mind. I'll mark you so deep everyone will know you're ours.”
The possessive words combined with his powerful thrusts sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed endless, and I felt all three of them follow me into release.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Jasmine
Time lost meaning. The room stayed dark behind my closed curtains, and I couldn't tell whether it was night or day, couldn't track how many hours had passed since that first desperate wave. My world had narrowed to pure sensation; the only respites I had was when I was fully sated, then I could breathe and remember my name.
The pattern established itself without conscious planning. When a wave built, one of them was there. Sometimes, Theo, his powerful body covering mine, driving deep while I clawed at his back. Sometimes Lucian, his rosewood scent surrounding me as he moved with practiced gentleness that became fierce when I begged for more. Sometimes Kade, as he took me with a controlled intensity that made me scream.
They took turns, seeming to have some unspoken understanding about who I needed when. Sometimes they worked together. Lucian inside me while Kade's mouth found my breasts, Theo's hands stroking wherever they could reach. Or Theo filling me while I took Lucian in my mouth again, Kade’s fingers working between my legs where we were joined. Configurations that should have embarrassed me but onlybrought relief, my body responding to their combined attention with gratitude.
The positions changed as my body demanded different angles, different depths. On my back with my legs over Theo's shoulders. On my hands and knees while Lucian gripped my hips. Straddling Kade while he lay beneath me, his hands guiding my movements. Against the wall with Theo holding me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. Each position brought its own sensations, its own particular relief.
But between the waves, they cared for me in ways that made my chest tight.
