A smile like sunlight coming out after a storm breaks across his handsome face, then it falls a little. “You don’t feel the same?”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I feel the same.”
He explodes to his feet with a mix between a cheer and a growl and swings me into his arms, showering kisses over my face. “Tell me. Say the words,” he demands.
I suck in a breath. “I love you. All of you.” The torrent of emotions that floods me at my words, not just from myself but from the unblocked link as the walls I erected crumble between our bonds.
Elliott and Miles are grinning over at us when I look their way. As if remembering his pack mates, he spins around with me still in his arms and closes the space between us. “She’s staying,” he tells them, even though they just witnessed the whole thing. “She loves us.”
“Well, then maybe it’s time to make it official,” Miles suggests.
“Official? We still have a few days left of the show,” I say.
“The show’s fake, sweetheart. What we have right here—that’s what’s real.”
CHAPTER 47
Lilah
His words sinkinto my soul. We found something real in the midst of a show that’s all about the views. So maybe the show isn’t as fake as he thinks. If I can heal and find my pack, the true place I belong in the world, it can’t be all pretend.
A squeak pops from my lips as he places me on the large sofa and follows me down without crushing me with his weight. Rafe kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive, and if I’m honest, that’s how I kiss him back too. All teeth, soft swipes of our tongues as they dance, and the glide of our lips. Pheromones fill the space, not just mine, but all of theirs.
Moaning, I wrap my legs around him, attempting to pull him closer. He breaks the kiss with a chuckle that rumbles through my chest, setting off a chain reaction with the answering shiver that chases goosebumps down my spine.
“Mmm, sweetheart, I’m not in a rut tonight. We are going to take our time worshiping your body. Together.”
As if his words set Elliott and Miles free of some invisible hold, they stand up. Miles lets Elliott support him, and Rafe scoops me back up, easily carrying me into the massivebedroom. The bed’s large enough to fit a pack of at least ten. He sets me on the edge before slowly removing my clothes. Once completely naked, I scoot over the comforter to the middle of the plush surface. My eyes don’t leave the guys as they slowly undress as if they’ve planned this strip tease.
Elliott works one button at a time from his shirt, revealing his toned, smooth chest, then he shrugs out of his suit jacket and button-up, letting them fall to the floor. When his fingers go to his slacks, my stomach dips watching him with hungry eyes. But he pauses, and Rafe starts moving. His fingers tugging his tie fully off and releasing it before he removes his suit jacket and undoes two buttons and lifts his shirt over his head.
I wet my lips as my breath stutters out of my chest like a broken melody, caught between the rhythm of my heartbeat and the weight of his gaze. His fingers dip into his waistband, and Miles, who’s leaning against the massive bedpost, removes his jacket. He undoes the buttons at his wrists, pushing the fabric up his forearms and making it look like the sexiest thing in the entire world. I squirm, holding myself in place, because I can feel that this slow torture is part of savoring this night.
As he flicks the buttons on his shirt free, slick coats my thighs. And the mark just below my collarbone throbs with awareness. While the one on my inner thigh aches. Is making it official receiving Rafe’s mark too? Of me biting him too? Even though fear almost made me walk away from all of this, I crave that unbreakable connection.
When all three of them are in only their black slacks, erections straining against their zippers, I slip my fingers between my legs. If they can tease me, I can return the favor. Allowing my thighs to drop open, I circle my clit. When their focus is completely on me, it makes me feel powerful.
“In case the smell of my perfume isn’t enough of anotice…I’m ready—” I say, purposefully breaking off on a moan and dropping my head back to expose my throat.
Dipping two fingers inside, I work them at a leisurely pace as they rush to shed their pants. The bed dips beneath their weight, and anticipation builds within my chest. Miles crawls up the comforter, trailing open mouth kisses over my calf and inner thigh.
“You smell amazing,” he says, inhaling deeply.
He nips at Elliott’s mark, and I catch my breath on a whimper. “Says the alpha who smells like the perfect mix of coconut and almonds. My mouth’s watering for a taste.”
He groans, the sound vibrating through my upper leg. Then he glides his hand over mine and brings my fingers to his lips. My stomach dips as he sucks each digit into his warm mouth. His tongue swirling around each one, cleaning off any arousal coating them.
“I think cookies and cream are tastier.” He lifts his vivid blue eyes to mine, pure unfiltered love shining back at me. Sure, there’s lust and desire there, but it’s the love that makes my breath fill my lungs.
“The four of us make a dessert, that’s for sure,” I admit. My head’s swimming with their musk’s. Their pheromones ensure the omega in me wants to submit completely to them. But I would want to without nature helping it along.
Elliott trails his hand over my stomach, his fingers circling the swell of my left breast. My skin tingles each place he touches. Then Rafe mirrors his touch, lighting me on fire.
“Have you experienced a full pack together before?” Rafe asks. His eyes are focused on my nipple as he tweaks it to a tight peak.
“Umm…” my brow crinkles. “When we were together—” I say, but with his question, I’m not sure if that is what he means.
He chuckles, proving that was not what he was asking. “No. Have you experienced double penetration?”
