Seth catches my wrists, kisses the palm of each, and guides them up above my head, pinning them to the blanket with one firm hand. Not painful or cruel. Just absolute. My breath catches hard, and I expect fear to show up.
It doesn’t.
What shows up is heat, a deep, startling thrill that rolls through my stomach and lands between my thighs, because he is holding me still and I trust him enough to let him.
“You’re safe,” he says, as if he can see the thought flicker through me. His thumb strokes the inside of my wrist once. “You’re not in trouble. You’re exactly where I want you.”
My throat tightens. I nod, because words feel too small.
His gaze drops to my mouth. “Now say it,” he tells me. “No pretty lies. Tell me what you’re asking for when you beg.”
I swallow, cheeks burning, body trembling. The truth rises sharp and unstoppable. “I want you to take control.”
Seth’s expression shifts, something dark and satisfied settling into place. “That’s my girl.”
He adjusts his grip, keeps my hands where he put them, and lowers himself closer, his heat, his strength, the steady pressure of him caging me in without crushing me. He kisses the side of my throat, then my jaw, then the corner of my mouth, taking his time in a way that feels like ownership.
“You don’t get to run,” he murmurs. “You don’t get to hide what you feel. You stay right here, and you let me see it all.”
A shiver tears through me, half fear, half hunger, and I realize with a dizzy rush that this is what I’ve wanted without knowing how to name it. Being held, directed, and allowed to let go while someone else carries the weight. Something I feel with each of my three Alphas.
Seth watches the moment I stop fighting myself. Instead, I give myself to him while my body shakes with need, my pussy fluttering, and excitement seeps out of me.
Then he smiles. “Good,” he says. “Because I’m not letting you go until you believe you belong with us.”
He pushes his hips forward, his cock finding me instantly, driving into me without hesitation. I arch back, moaning, never able to get enough of being fucked by these Alphas, who all have massive cocks and know exactly how to wield them.
Seth is above me, holding my hands over my head with one hand, and the other he scoops underneath my thighs, lifting myhips to better meet his thrusts. When he’s got me where he wants me, he grins almost evilly.
“That’s it, beautiful. Now scream for me.”
The moment he drives the point home, my whole body jolts, the world tilting under me as if the mountains themselves shift. Air punches out of my lungs. My hands are still pinned above my head, his grip firm enough to keep me right where he wants me, and I realize with a rush of heat and awe that Seth isn’t holding back. Not even a little.
I try to form words, but all that comes out is a broken sound. My hips lift on instinct, chasing more, and Seth makes a quiet, satisfied noise that goes straight through me.
“There you are,” he murmurs, close, approval threaded through every word. “Quit thinking. Quit fighting. Just take it.”
My pulse is everywhere. My skin is too hot for the cool air. Every movement sparks friction, fire, and I can feel myself tipping too fast, losing control in the best possible way.
“I want you to…” I gasp, swallowing hard, cheeks burning with the honesty of it. “I want you to do anything you want. I want you to use me. I don’t want gentle.”
Seth stills just enough to look down at me, eyes dark, expression fierce and intent, as if he’s making sure this is real and not panic talking.
“Say it again,” he tells me, quiet and commanding. “So I know you mean it.”
“I mean it,” I breathe. “All of it. Take what you want.”
Something in his face shifts. Satisfaction, possession, and the kind of restraint snapping that he’s been holding for my sake.
“Good,” he states, and the word lands heavily. “Because I’ve been picturing you like this. Hands above your head. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do but feel me.”
My body shudders at that, a sharp tremor that turns into a helpless moan when he moves again, when he sets a pace thatsteals my breath and makes my mind go blank. I can’t keep up with it. I can barely breathe through it.
He leans down, mouth at my ear. “You’d look real pretty tied up,” he murmurs, filthy and soft at once. “Would you like that, darlin’? Me taking my time. You being forced to hold still while I do whatever I want.”
My throat works, vision going glassy. The idea nearly undoes me right there, just from the words.
“I’ve never…” I gasp, the confession jagged. “Never tried it.”
