Not that there’s anything wrong with slick. It’s natural, as much as I hate to admit it. The alphas bring it out of me. But with Lev, I can truly focus on him, on every single way my body reacts to his, not just the leaking of slick between my legs.
I feel so light, so in control. It’s a welcome change, honestly. Not immediately losing my mind means we can move slower, we can really get into it with each other. Taking our time might be torture when it comes to the alphas and me, but with Lev? Slow and steady wins this particular race every single time.
“You’re so addicting,” Lev murmurs against my lips, dragging his mouth to my neck, just above my scent gland. The area is tender, sensitive to the extreme, and the very second his lips graze that spot, I mewl like a cat in heat. His mouth returns to mine.
I don’t know how long we’re there, on the couch, getting lost in each other, but it must be a while. My heart pounds like a maniac in my chest, while my skin is on fire. My thoughts turn to the gutter, and I’m so turned on, so desperate, that after a while, that familiar feeling of leaking slick between my thighs surfaces.
He labors to pull his mouth off mine. I’m not the only one who’s panting. He’s as out of breath as I am as he stares deep into my eyes. “You smell so good,” he praises me, “so freaking good—” I’m still on his lap, his arms still around me, and based on how tightly he holds them around me, he doesn’t plan on letting me go anytime soon.
And you know what? I’m more than okay with that. So what if there’s a little slick now? So what if said slick dampens my sweats and even his pants? I don’t think he’ll complain.
Lev’s mouth collides with mine again, and at that exact moment, the two alphas return from their trip to the gym. Lev and I are sluggish in disentangling our lips from each other as Redd and Monroe come inside. Each alpha has a gym bag slung over his shoulder, probably with their sweaty workout clothes stuffed inside. Looks like they’re freshly showered, their hair a bit damp.
And their muscles? Their muscles are bulging, at least the ones on their arms and upper chest.
The moment they enter the apartment, it’s clear I’ve filled the room with my scent. Both alphas turn their noses high into the air and inhale deeply as they drop their bags and lock the apartment door. Their gazes zero in on me and Lev on the couch instantly.
Monroe is the first to move toward us, followed shortly by Redd. The former says, “Well, it’s nice to see you two getting along.” There’s an undertone to his words; getting along isn’t exactly how I’d describe what’s happening here. He sits on the couch to our left, which leaves a vacant spot to our right, where I was before Lev pulled me onto his lap.
Redd sits there, a devious half-smirk on his face as he studies Lev’s and my positions. “Don’t stop on our account.” That half-smirk breaks into a full-blow grin when he says that, and it tells me he’s more than okay with watching.
I suppose he would have to be, same with Monroe. When you share an omega, odds are you’re going to watch your packmates with your omega sooner or later.
Lev meets my eyes. “Well? What do you want to do, Dulcie? We could keep going and give the alphas a bit of a show, or we could leave them high and dry. I’m okay with whatever you wantto do.” As he says this, of course, he shifts his lap beneath me, and I feel the telltale bulge of something hard.
He’s not the only one with a hard-on, though. The moment Monroe and Redd smelled my slick in the air, it was like their dicks sprang to life. I think the two alphas were rock-hard by the time they sat down on the couch.
“Let’s keep going,” I say. The last thing I want to do is stop. Even if we have an audience… even if said audience decides to join in, I mean, that’s what a pack is for, right? Group fun time is kind of expected.
And after everything, I’m totally on board with it.
Lev’s chest hums with approval, and he leans forward to catch my mouth with his. This time, knowing we have an audience, things are more heated, more desperate and eager. It’s more about putting on a show than the quiet exploration of each other’s mouth. I wrap my arms around the beta’s head, clinging to him as I part my lips and deepen the kiss.
I hear Redd shudder beside us, and Monroe shifts his weight. My eyes are closed, so I don’t know what either of them are doing, but if I have to guess, I’d say there are only a few things in particular either alpha could be doing while watching.
I really want to drive the two alphas crazy, so I pull my mouth off Lev’s to take off my shirt and drop it to the floor behind us. The beta is eager to help me out of my bra. After a few seconds, that comes off too, and just like that I’m topless while straddling him.
The way Lev takes in my topless form makes me squirm. It’s like he’s never seen anything before that moment, like the beta had been blind his entire life up until today. He takes in the way my chest heaves, how my nipples harden into points from the sudden cool air. It’s something I wouldn’t mind getting used to, the way he’s looking at me. Heck, the way they all look at me, like I’m their world.
And maybe that’s exactly what I am. A strange thing for an omega like me to think, an even stranger thing for someone like me to believe.
I could be their everything. I… am their everything. For a girl who used to crave nothing more than being invisible, being someone’s everything was never on my bucket list, but now that I’m getting a taste of what it’s like, I never want that feeling to end.
I want this. I want them. All of them. And so, as Lev takes in my naked top half, I muster up the courage to say, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” And, just so they know they’re included, I toss a glance at both alphas.
Yes. Let’s do it. There’s no point in waiting. I want this. As frightening as it is, I want this, want them, so damn badly I can hardly think straight.
Time to see how these three work as a team.
Chapter Twelve – Lev
When Dulcie says we should take this to the bedroom, I hear both alphas suck in a hard breath. I’m already too eager to have her, to take the rest of her clothes off and commit every inch of her to my memory that it doesn’t truly register at first, what she said. But seconds pass, and slowly my gaze lifts off that perky chest to meet her expectant expression, and it hits me.
She wants to go to the bedroom. All of us. There’s only one thing the four of us could get up to in the bedroom at a time like this.
Well, a lot of things, but each of those things fall under the same umbrella, I think.
“Which room?” I ask, my voice a bare whisper.
