My thighs press together instinctively, but it does nothing to stop the ache, and I realize with startling clarity that this isn’t fear pooling low in my belly.
It’swant. Crackling, coiled,feralwant.
I’m sitting here, surrounded by three dominant alphas, each of them keyed into me in their own unique, maddening way, and instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel powerful.
I’ve spent so much of my life feeling small, feeling careful; but right now, I want to see just how far this will go.
And judging by the way all three of them are suddenlyveryaware of me, I’m not the only one.
Chapter Thirty
Emery
Idon’t even realize I’ve leaned forward until Beau’s hand slides to my waist, his palm broad and warm, fingers splaying there with quiet intent, claiming space.
“You’re doing it again,” Connor murmurs.
I glance at him, heat blooming fast in my cheeks.
“Doingwhat?”
His eyes flick deliberately to Beau’s hand on my waist, then back to my face. His mouth curves.
“Letting your scent do the talking.”
Theo exhales softly. The sound is barely there, but it goes straight through me as Beau’s thumb presses into my hip, a subtle pulse through the bond.
Still want this?
I do. God, I do.
I nod once, and apparently, that’s all the permission he needed, because Beau leans in and kisses me.
It’s hungry and sure, his mouth fitting over mine like he’s been waiting for permission, and I open up for him with ease. My breath stutters as his hand slides up my side, fingers spreading over my ribs and pulling me closer until my knees bump his.
Connor lets out a low, appreciative sound.
“Well.Fuck.”
Beau breaks the kiss only long enough to hook an arm around my waist and pull me fully onto him. I straddle his lap without thinking, thighs settling on either side of his hips, my body fitting against his with a natural, practiced ease.
The second I do, his hands slide down to my ass, gripping and guiding, and I feel the unmistakable press of his hard length as I rock forward.
“Jesus,” Connor mutters, openly watching now.
Beau tilts his head back slightly, eyes dark as he watches my face while I move against him. His hands flex on my hips, encouragingly setting the pace. I grind down harder, and he groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.
When I glance over at Connor, Beau’s mouth slides to my neck. He kisses there, teeth scraping just enough to make my toes curl, and his lips trail along my pulse, his breath hot against my skin.
That’s when I notice it: the way that Connor’s hand is fisted in his jeans, palming himself openly. He’s making no attempt to hide it, and his gaze flicks up to mine when he sees me notice.
“Don’t mind me, sweetheart. You keep moving like that,” he grins. “But I’m not gonna pretend I’m not enjoying the show.”
Beau’s hands tighten, growling low into my neck.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, possessive and pleased all at once.
I do—but not before I catch Theo out of the corner of my eye.
