Diego’s tongue circles my clit, then dips lower, pressing intome in a shallow thrust that makes my hips buck. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, keeping me in place as he devours me. I can feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening deep in my core.
“Sweet Zoe,” Tristan murmurs against my breast. “Let go for us, sweetheart. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Diego’s tongue returns to my clit, circling it in tight movements that have me gasping, writhing. Two fingers press into me, curling upward to find that perfect spot inside that makes me see stars.
The combination is too much. The pleasure crests, breaking over me in a wave that has me crying out, my body arching, tensing. Diego doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working me through the peak, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.
As I come down, panting, trembling, I become aware of movement around me. The alphas are shifting, repositioning. Diego moves up my body, his mouth claiming mine in a deep kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue. Tristan takes his place between my legs, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks up at me.
“My turn,” he says with a wicked grin before lowering his head.
His tongue flicks, swirls, teases, never staying in one place long enough for me to anticipate his next move. His hands hold my hips, thumbs pressing into the sensitive hollows beside my hip bones in a way that makes me shiver.
I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm, and Tristan’s skilled mouth quickly has me climbing toward a second peak. Diego’s kiss muffles my moans, his hands roaming my body, touching, claiming, possessing.
Dane has moved behind me, his large body a solid wall of heat against my back. His hands span my waist, lifting me slightly, positioning me so that I’m practically in his lap, my back against his chest. The new angle gives Tristan better access, andhe takes full advantage, his tongue delving deeper, his mouth working me with increased fervor.
Rett is beside me, his hand replacing Diego’s on my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. “Perfect,” he growls, his voice a low, approving rumble against my ear. “The way you come undone for us. Every single perfect piece.”
The combined sensations are overwhelming. Diego’s kiss, Dane’s solid presence, Rett’s words and touch, and Tristan’s relentless mouth between my thighs. I’m climbing toward that peak again, faster this time, my body tightening, trembling on the edge.
And then I feel it. Tristan’s teeth. Grazing the inside of my thigh. A warning. A promise.
“Yes,” I gasp, breaking away from Diego’s kiss. “Please.”
Tristan’s eyes meet mine, dark with hunger and something deeper. Then, as his tongue circles my clit one last time, pushing me right to the edge of orgasm, he moves up, his mouth finding the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
And he bites down.
The pain is sharp, immediate, but it’s quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. The claiming bite sends a jolt of something electric through my entire body, igniting every nerve ending, amplifying the pleasure a thousandfold.
I come with a scream, my body convulsing, the orgasm tearing through me with a force that leaves me breathless, trembling. Through it all, Tristan’s mouth remains on my neck, his teeth holding firm, claiming me as his.
When he finally releases me, I’m limp, boneless, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. But they’re not done with me. Not even close.
Diego moves to my other side, his eyes locked on mine as he lowers his head to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. UnlikeTristan, he doesn’t tease. He simply claims, his teeth sinking into my flesh.
A slow, rolling wave of heat spreads outward from the point of contact, suffusing my entire body with a warm, golden glow.
I moan, the sound low and drawn out, as Diego’s claiming settles into me, twining with Tristan’s, the two bonds reinforcing each other, growing stronger together.
Dane shifts me in his arms, turning me so that I’m facing him, straddling his lap. His pale eyes hold mine, searching, questioning.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that I feel through his chest.
In answer, I tilt my head, exposing the nape of my neck to him. An offering. A surrender.
His large hands grip my waist, holding me steady as he leans in. His breath is hot against my skin, a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips as they brush against the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.
Then his teeth sink in, and the world disappears.
It’s like being enveloped in a feeling of safety, of being completely and utterly held.
I sag against him, my arms wrapping around his neck as his claiming takes root, twining with the others, strengthening the growing bond.
Three claims. Three marks. One more to go.
Rett has been watching, but now it’s his turn. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he strips off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen. The other alphas move over, making room for him, yet still keeping in contact with me, their hands and mouths continuing to touch, to taste, to claim.
