My eyes widen as he takes another step. Then I turn and dart up the stairs. Four pairs of footsteps pound behind me as I burst into my bedroom. With a breathless squeal, my feet are lifted from the floor and Jax seals his lips over mine. My legs part as he hooks them over his hips, his hands squeezing and moving over my ass as he walks us backwards towards my nest.
My hands dig into his hair, twisting and tugging the black strands between my fingers as he stops to kick off his shoes. “Hurry up,” I urge, and he rubs his nose against mine, making me smile.
“We’re not rushing tonight, shortcake,” he murmurs. “We have forever.”
My eyes move behind him. My alphas are tugging off their shoes, yanking off their ties and tux jackets. “And your shirts,” I demand. The sight of them, all of them, here in my space with our scents mixing together… it’s enough to make my head spin.
Jax strolls across the wooden floor, kneeling at the edge of the bed area and laying me down. I land with a slight bounce on my back, my legs still apart and my heels in the air. My breasts are on full display, my nipples pointed as I pant.
“Stay like that,” Jax demands. “And hands above your head.”
Slowly, I reach my hands above my head, and his eyes heat. “Good girl.”
Squirming, I watch as Jax backs away, his hands moving to his shirt buttons, and Tristan takes his place. He climbs over me, his hand cupping my chin as he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping inside.
He leans until our bodies are pressed together, scraping my sensitive nipples with the golden smattering of hair across his chest, and I rub myself against him, my eyes closing. My hands start to come down, but he takes my wrist and pushes them back up.
“No touching,” he murmurs, “not yet.”
Gray and Logan appear on either side of me, their hands gently pinning me in place as Tristan’s lips move down, tasting my neck and tracing down to my breasts. He presses soft kisses around my nipple, and I push against their hold.
“Patience, Bonded,” Gray murmurs. He leans down, drawing me into a kiss, and I gasp into his mouth as Tristan’s hot mouth seals across my nipple, and he takes a long, deep, suck, tugging it with his lips before he moves to the next one.
I can see the outline of Gray’s cock straining against his trousers, and I look up at him as he breaks away. “Clothes off. Everyone needs to take their clothes off, right now.”
Grinning, he keeps one hand curled around my wrist, the other moving to undo the button on his trousers. “Like this?”
I nod, my mouth dry as he unzips himself. I can hear the others doing the same, Tristan still pressing kisses across my breasts, my belly, the sensitive dip of my abdomen. My arms tug uselessly against their grip as Gray pulls out his cock, his fingers gripping it as he pumps.
“Is this what you want, Bonded?” he asks. “Want to wrap those plump, pretty pink lips around my cock and take me in your mouth?”
I look between him and Logan, both of them so close to me, touching, stroking themselves. I’m pretty sure my eyes cross as I try to watch them both at once.
“Yes,” I swallow, my mouth flooding with want. “I want your cock, Gray.”
He leans in further, his swollen head brushing my lips as Tristan dips down, his tongue tracing the line of my slit through my underwear and making stars burst behind my eyes.
“Ah!” My body pushes up, my mouth opening, and Gray slips his head inside my mouth. “Suck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and I wrap my lips around him, taking in the slightly salty tang as he thrusts gently into my mouth.
“Look at you,” Logan murmurs. “Taking it so well, baby.” His hand strokes my hair and my eyes close again, overcome by the sensations dancing across my body. Hands slide in to play with my tight nipples, pulling, flicking, as Tristan continues his slow assault, moving to thick, laving licks through my soaking underwear.
His hands slip into the edges, and he peels them down, revealing me to them. I make a desperate noise around Gray’s cock, my breathing harsh as his thrusts become a little deeper.
“Take it,” he urges. “All the way, baby.”
His hand cups the back of my head, pressing me forward until his knot bumps my lips. Stretching my lips as wide as I can, I seal my mouth around him completely, and his cock jumps inside my mouth.
“Fuuck,” Gray curses, pushing my hair back. “Fucking perfect, Sienna.”
His thrusts continue as warm air blows across my pussy, and my eyes roll back in my head. Gray pulls back, and I whine, reaching towards him.
He chuckles. “Later,” he promises. I’m distracted by Tristan as he spreads his hands over my inner thighs, stretching me open. I can feel my slick, feel it gathering, and he dips his fingers to my pussy, brushing it and lifting them up.
“Look at all this mess you’re making, Bonded,” he says, his smile dark. I watch, my mouth open, as he sucks the juices off his fingers. “You taste delicious.”
My breath catches as he lowers himself, burying his face into me, licking and biting until I’m convulsing, the waves growing to an inferno that has me sobbing out his name. “Tristan,please.”
He sits up, his eyes burning into me and his face shining as he licks his lips. “More?”
