“I think I do,” I counter, pushing myself up onto my knees in the center of the bed. I reach for the tie of my robe, letting it fallopen to reveal the thin tank top and sleep shorts beneath. “I’m asking for you. All of you. My alphas. My pack.”
The words seem to break the last thread of their restraint.
Diego moves first, climbing onto the bed. His eyes fix on mine as he crawls toward me, and when he reaches me, his touch is gentle, reverent.
“Cariño,” he breathes, one hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Are you sure? Once we start this, we won’t be able to stop.”
I turn my face into his palm, pressing a kiss to the center of it. “I don’t want you to stop,” I say. “I want everything. The bond. The claiming. All of it.”
His eyes darken further, and then his mouth is on mine. This time, his kiss is desperate. I lose myself in it, in the taste of him, in the way his hands tangle in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I barely register the dip of the mattress as the others join us on the bed, not until I feel another pair of hands on my waist, sliding beneath my tank top to caress the bare skin beneath.
Tristan. I know his touch. He presses against my side, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’ve been waiting for this since that time in the bathroom at the gallery,” he growls. “We’re going to make you feel so good. Going to make you forget there was ever a world before us.”
Diego breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild. His hands move to the hem of my tank top, questioning. I nod, and he pulls it up and over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. The cool air of the room makes my nipples tighten, but the chill is quickly chased away by the heat of their gazes.
“Beautiful,” Diego breathes, his hands skimming up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I arch into his touch, a small, needy sound escaping me.
The bed dips again as Dane joins us, his large frame settling beside me. His pale eyes burn with a fire as he watches Diego’s hands on me, watches the way I respond to each touch. Then,with a focus that makes my heart race, he leans in and captures my mouth in a kiss that is pure, concentrated need.
While Diego’s hands continue their exploration, Dane’s kiss consumes me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming it, tasting me deeply. His large hand cups the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me.
The last weight settles on the bed as Rett joins us, completing the circle. I feel him behind me, his hard chest against my back, his hands spanning my waist. He pulls me back against him, and I can feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against my lower back.
“Mine,” he growls against the side of my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. “Ours.”
“Yours,” I agree, the word a breathless affirmation.
That’s when things truly become chaotic, a beautiful, overwhelming storm of sensation.
Dane’s mouth moves from mine to my neck, to the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my throat. His teeth graze the skin there, a promise of what’s to come. Diego’s hands are still on my breasts, his touch growing bolder, more possessive. Tristan has moved lower, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine as he nudges me to lean forward, making me arch and squirm.
And Rett... Rett is everywhere. His hands guide, position, control. He turns me in his arms until I’m facing him, my back now to Diego, my side pressed against Dane’s chest. His eyes hold mine as he cups my face in his hands.
“You belong to us,” he says, his voice low and fierce. “Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I breathe, the words feeling right, natural, inevitable. “All of you.”
He kisses me then, a deep, possessive claim that leaves no room for doubt. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting, exploring, demanding surrender. And I give it willingly, my body melting against his.
I feel Diego’s hands at the waistband of my sleep shorts,tugging them down my legs. Dane helps, his large hands lifting me slightly so the fabric can be removed completely. And then I’m naked, completely bare before them, vulnerable and exposed.
But I don’t feel vulnerable. I feel powerful. The center of their universe. The focus of all their desire, all their need.
Diego’s mouth replaces his hands on my breasts, his tongue circling a nipple before drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth. The sensation makes me gasp, breaking the kiss with Rett. Dane’s hand tangles in my hair, turning my head so he can claim my mouth again, swallowing the sounds of pleasure that Diego’s ministrations are drawing from me.
Tristan’s hands part my thighs, his fingers finding the slick heat between them. “Mmm,” he murmurs appreciatively. His thumb circles my clit, a light, teasing touch that makes my hips buck.
The pleasure is overwhelming, coming from all directions at once. Diego’s mouth on my breast, Dane’s kiss consuming me, Tristan’s fingers working between my thighs, and Rett’s hands everywhere.
I’m lost in it, drowning in sensation, when I feel Diego’s mouth begin to move lower, trailing kisses down my torso. He pauses at my navel, his tongue dipping in briefly, making me squirm. Then he continues lower, his destination clear.
He settles between my thighs, his shoulders nudging my thighs wider. I feel his breath, hot against my most intimate place, and then his tongue, tracing a slow path through my folds.
The sensation is electric. My back arches, a cry tearing from my throat. Dane swallows the sound, his kiss growing deeper, more demanding as Diego’s tongue works its magic.
Tristan moves to my breasts, his mouth replacing Diego’s, his teeth grazing my nipple in a way that sends sparks shooting down my spine. And through it all, Rett watches, his eyes burning with a possessive fire.
