“Levon,” Santo murmurs. “Don’t freak her out.”
“Will I get spanked if I stop?” Levon asks wickedly, lifting me into his arms in a bridal carry. “I need Caelia naked immediately, please.”
“The brat asked so nicely,” I chuckle, laying my head on his chest.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Santo says, raising a single brow.
“Fuck, sorry, I got everything now,” Miles says, returning. “Your room is four down.”
His hands are full with our bags, and he grins when he sees that Levon is carrying me.
“Let’s go, Princess,” Miles teases me as I giggle. It is kind of ridiculous that I’m being carried, but it’s not even the first time this week that it’s happened. At least this time I’m not upside down.
Santo and Levon have a huge king size bed in their room, and there’s more space than their last location. This is a really nice hotel.
Levon tosses me to the bed, making me half scream when I’m airborne.
“Oops,” he says, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes, baby.”
“I guess I am,” I say, pulling my shirt off. All of a sudden, my alphas stop moving, their eyes firmly on me. They’ve already seen me mostly without my clothes, but it makes it no less nerve wracking to strip for them.
“Keep going, baby,” Miles croons, his teeth scoring his bottom lip. Our bags are abandoned in a corner, and he half undoes the buttons on his shirt before he rips it over his head.
Shivering, and not from cold, I take off my bra and toss it to the side.
“I can’t wait to fuck those,” Levon breathes, toeing off his shoes.
Santo strips off his clothes except his boxers and comes over to unzip my boots. He opens the secret compartment and nods in approval when he sees my stun gun.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, closing it up and pulling off my socks with my boots.
I pull myself together as I swallow hard, struggling to remember what I’m doing. The three of them have a habit of doing that. My fingers move to help Santo take off my pants, and I gasp as he manages to strip me completely naked.
“Mmm. No hiding now,” he says, leaning over to kiss me. “Will you present for your alphas?”
I swear you could hear a pin drop in here, and I whine at the request.
“You want to, don’t you, baby?” Santo rumbles. He has his hands on my thighs, keeping me immobile without realizing it. His voice seems to vibrate through my body, and I whimper as my clit throbs with need. “Show me.”
He stands to release me, and I twist my body so my ass is up and my head is down, essentially showing off my pussy to them.
“You’re drenched,” Miles groans. I can hear clothing rustle before the mattress depresses slightly from the combined weight of my alphas. Whimpering, I feel my pussy push out slick in anticipation.
This is so different from my last sexual experience that it helps keep me in the moment. My past doesn’t have power in this room.
I do, and I really want my alphas.
18
SANTO
Climbing onto the mattress, it doesn’t escape me just how surreal it is that this is happening. Palming the globes of her ass, I groan at how pretty she looks exposing her pussy to me. Spreading her ass wide, I use my tongue to lick up her arousal. It was dark in the alley, and now I can get my fill of looking at her.
Pushing my tongue as deep as I can into her slick channel, I listen to her noises. Her fingers claw at the sheets as her hips rock against my face.
“Eat her out really well,” Levon says, his voice deeper with desire. “Ass too.”
“What?” Caelia asks. I lazily drag my tongue along her sensitive skin, rolling around her clit as she whimpers. “Santo…”
