But my heat-fogged brain doesn’t care. All I care about is the way his lips feel against my skin, the way Dax’s hand is sliding from my jaw down my neck to my collarbone, the way Malik’s hands are getting higher on my thighs, the way Cole is watching with hungry eyes like he’s memorizing every reaction.
“Can we touch you?” Malik asks, his fingers pausing just above my knees. “Properly?”
“Please,” I breathe.
Malik’s smile is devastating. “Since you asked so nicely.”
His hands slide higher, and my hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact, and he makes an approving sound low in his throat.
“Impatient,” he observes. “You’ve been dealing with this heat alone for far too long, omega.”
“Days,” Dax growls, and the sound vibrates through me where we’re still touching. “You suffered through days of heat alone when you had four alphas right here who could have helped.”
“I didn’t—” I have to pause as Jalen’s mouth finds my collarbone, as his hand slides up my ribcage. “I didn’t know if you’d want?—”
“Want?” Cole interrupts, and suddenly he’s there too, kneeling beside Dax, his hand joining the exploration of my skin. His fingers trace my sternum, down between my breasts, so light it’s almost ticklish. “Sierra, we’ve been half out of our mindswanting you. Only thing that kept us from breaking down your door was knowing you needed space to decide.”
“Well, I’ve decided,” I say, and my voice comes out steadier than I expected. “I want this. Want you. All of you.”
The effect is immediate.
Jalen’s hands tighten on my ribcage. Cole’s pupils dilate until his ocean blue eyes are nearly black. And Malik’s hands slide up the last few inches to grip my thighs fully.
“Then let us give you what you need,” he says.
He pulls my thighs apart, and suddenly I’m completely open in a nest surrounded by four fully-clothed alphas. The vulnerability of it should probably bother me. Somehow, it doesn’t.
“Fuck,” Cole breathes. “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”
A whimper escapes my lips. “Please,” I plead, way past the point of pride. “Please, I need?—”
“We know what you need,” Malik says, and then his hands are on my inner thighs, spreading me wider. “We’re going to take such good care of you, omega. Going to make you feel so good you forget what it’s like to hurt.”
His thumbs stroke dangerously close to where I’m aching, and I whimper, my hips tilting toward him shamelessly.
“Patient,” he chides gently. “We’ll get there. But first—” He leans in, his nose brushing against my inner thigh, and breathes in deeply. “First, I want to learn what you smell like everywhere. Want to map every inch of you.”
His mouth follows his nose, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I have to bite back a moan. Above me, Dax and Cole and Jalen are still touching me. Hands on my breasts now, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“Please,” I whimper again.
“You need to come,” Malik growls, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Need the pressure to ease. Don’t worry, omega. We’ll get you there.”
His mouth moves higher, and I tense in anticipation, but he doesn’t go where I expect. Instead, his lips close over the apex ofmy thigh, and when his tongue traces over it, I nearly come apart.
Pleasure shoots straight up my spine, and my back arches off the nest, a cry escaping my throat. Every nerve ending in my body lights up at once, and I’m shaking, trembling, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
“That’s it,” Malik says against my skin. “That’s our good omega. So responsive. So perfect.”
He does it again, tongue dragging slowly over my skin, and this time my hands scramble for purchase, finding Jalen’s shoulders, Cole’s arm, anything to anchor me through the overwhelming pleasure.
“She’s close already,” Cole observes, and there’s wonder in his voice. “Just from scent play. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Want to see her come,” Dax growls. His hand is still on my breast, thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple in a way that sends sparks of pleasure-pain through me. “Want to watch her fall apart for us.”
“Then let’s give her what she needs,” Jalen says, and his hand slides down my stomach, past where Cole’s fingers are still tracing patterns, lower and lower until?—
“Oh God,” I gasp as his fingers finally touch where I’m aching.
