He takes my hand to help me over the hot sand. “Of course, I am.”
Luca takes my other hand, pressing against his bite on the thick part of my palm just below my wrist, knowing it’ll make me shiver, knowing it’ll make me want him. Together, my mates help me wade into the shallows. I let out a shriek at the cold water lapping at my ankles, nearly jumping back onto the beach, but then the coolness of the water soothes away some of the burgeoning heat inside of me.
We walk the length of the beach in water up to our calves, Luca splashing me and gamely laughing when I kick water back at him. After we’ve made it the length of the beach, we wade in the shallows, letting the water cool my fever.
“Now,” Ian says, a sternness in his voice that nearly makes me perfume. “I think we need to discuss this dress of yours, Juniper, if you can even call it that.”
He’s right. The sundress I’m wearing is barely a dress at all, the ruffle at the bottom covering just the tops of my thighs and my butt.
Luca pulls my close and presses a long, sucking kiss to his bite. “Such a flimsy little dress for our dirty little omega,” he breathes. “Almost like youwantedus to touch you.”
I whine, because that’s exactly what I want. I want to feel their hands on my heated skin.
Ian obliges me, pulling me back against the delicious heat of his body. Spicy cedar and bright bergamot wrap around me, and I let my head loll back against his shoulder with alow whine. I can feel his hardness pressing into my ass through the light fabric of my sundress, and I grind back against him.
“I thought this was supposed to be a trip to the beach,” Ian murmurs in my ear, his lips and teeth immediately going for his bite.
I cry out when he nips at it, winding an arm around his neck to hold him close.
He laves his tongue over his bite, and I tilt my head to give him better access. He slides a hand down my waist to my bare thigh, and I moan, needing to feel his hands where I’m most sensitive.
Luca draws closer to me, nipping at the bite on my hand, and between the two of them tending to their bites, I’m ready to combust. Luca glides a hand up my inner thigh, starting at my knee and ending just before where I need him most. I part my legs to give him better access, but he doesn’t take it, instead taking my hips and grinding me back against Ian’s hardness. Luca steps closer, and I reach for him, feeling the heavy, erect weight of him through his jeans. He groans at the touch and takes my face in his hands, capturing my lips in a kiss that makes my pussy throb with need. He slips his tongue into my mouth, his piercing rubbing against my tongue, and I perfume for them, right here in the shallows at Northwest Harbor where we were meant to watch the boats come and go as we waded.
“This tiny little dress is killing me, princess,” Luca says, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
I shiver.
“I could slip my hand into your panties, touch you like you’re dying to be touched.”
“Bend you over, tear your panties to the side and take you,” Ian murmurs in my ear. “Saints, there’s so little to thisdress that we could hike it over your hips and both claim you, right here at the beach.”
I grind into Luca, ready to let them do anything to me, ready to get caught if that means they’ll touch me. I’m on fire for my two mates, the heat of my haze starting to slip in and pull me under.
“Please,” I beg. “Please touch me.”
Ian pulls my flimsy panties aside and strokes down the cleft of my pussy before slowly pushing a finger inside me. I lean back against him as he pumps his finger in my cunt. “You’re already so wet for us, my darling. Absolutely soaked from a little teasing.”
Luca slips a finger into my panties and circles my clit, and I whine. He strokes me lightly, too lightly to give me the friction I need.
That’s their game, I realize through the haze of my heat. To build me up until I’m drowning in desire and then take me back to my nest to have their way with me.
“Home,” I moan. “I want to go home. I need you both.”
I feel Luca smile against my lips. “Needy little princess. Let’s go.”
I ride with Ian on the way back and his hand never leaves my leg, tracing dizzying circles on my inner thigh at the hem of my dress. When we make it back to the pack house, I fly up into my nest, the sound of their joyous laughter following me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
My fever spikes the moment I hit the mattress in my nest and see that Simon and Cassian are already in it, not wearing a single stitch of clothing. They kiss slowly, languidly, and I watch them, my mouth open, my perfume flooding my nest with honeyed vanilla and jasmine.
“Junes likes to watch,” Simon says against Cassian’s lips. “But right now she needs to be touched, don’t you kit-kat?”
“Please,” I pant. “Please.”
Simon crawls toward me, yanks my dress off over my head and moans. “No bra?”
“And the tiniest panties you’ve ever seen,” Luca says with a grin.
