"Look at you," he breathed, and his voice was wrecked, reverent. "So wet for us. So perfect."
His gray eyes met mine, dark with want, and then his mouth descended. When his tongue touched my center for the first time, I cried out so loud I was sure they heard it in town. The sound was ripped from somewhere primal, somewhere deep—pure sensation, pure need.
He licked a long stripe up my center, tasting me, groaning like I was the best thing he'd ever had. Then his tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision, and I saw stars. He ate me like a man starving, like he'd been dreaming of this for months. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, holding me still when my hips tried to buck against his face. Groansvibrated from his mouth directly into my flesh, and every sound he made sent electricity sparking through my nerve endings.
"That's it, sweetheart," he growled against me, the vibration making my whole body shake, making my toes curl, making me see white at the edges of my vision. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, burning with satisfaction at what he was doing to me. "Let go. We've got you. Let us hear how good it feels."
Remy captured my mouth, swallowing my moans before they could fully escape. He kissed me deep and dirty, his tongue mimicking the rhythm Harper had set between my legs, and I felt surrounded, overwhelmed, consumed by sensation. His clever fingers found my breasts again, rolling my nipples, adding more fuel to the fire already raging through my body.
Silas held my hand, his scarred fingers laced through mine, squeezing gently every time I cried out. He was my anchor in the storm—solid, grounding, present. His pale eyes never left my face, watching every expression, every flutter of pleasure, like he was memorizing me.
"Stunning," Silas said quietly, his thumb stroking circles on the back of my hand. His voice was rough with want, but there was something else underneath—awe, maybe, or gratitude. Like he couldn't believe he was allowed to be here. "You're absolutely stunning."
The pleasure built like a wave, higher and higher, cresting toward something huge and inevitable. Harper's tongue was relentless, circling my clit, dipping inside me, learning what made me gasp and moan and beg. Remy's mouth swallowed my sounds while his fingers played my body like an instrument. Silas's hand grounded me even as I flew apart.
I was trembling, gasping, my free hand fisted in Harper's hair, holding him close even as I tried to squirm away from the intensity. Every nerve in my body was lit up, singing, reaching for release.
"Please," I begged into Remy's mouth, the word broken and desperate. "Please, please, I need—I can't—please?—"
Harper's teeth grazed my clit at the same moment Remy pinched my nipple hard, at the same moment Silas squeezed my hand and whispered, "Let go, Artemis. We've got you."
And I shattered.
The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, like nothing I'd ever felt before. It started in my core and radiated outward, white-hot and endless, every muscle in my body clenching and releasing in waves of pure, devastating pleasure.
I cried out into Remy's mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. My hips bucked against Harper's face, and he rode it out, his tongue gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor. My fingers squeezed Silas's hard enough to bruise, and he squeezed back, anchoring me.
Time dissolved. Reality dissolved. There was only sensation, only pleasure, only them.
When I finally came back to myself, I was shaking, tears streaming down my temples, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. Harper was pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, gentling me down. Remy was stroking my hair back from my sweaty forehead. Silas was still holding my hand, his thumb tracing soothing patterns.
"Beautiful," Harper breathed, pressing one last kiss to my thigh before crawling up my body to hover over me. His beard was damp, his eyes soft, his smile the most tender I'd ever seen on his usually stern face. "So fucking beautiful, sweetheart. You did so good."
"Perfect," Remy agreed, his lips brushing my temple, his accent thick as molasses now, all smooth sophistication stripped away to reveal the raw Cajun underneath. "Our perfect girl. Mon Dieu, chère, you're incredible."
Silas didn't say anything. He just lifted my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, his pale eyes shining with something that looked terrifyingly like love. Like he'd finally found the thing he'd been searching for his whole life.
I looked at him—at all of them—and felt something fierce and tender bloom in my chest, filling every hollow place I'd ever had.
"That was..." I tried to find words, my chest still heaving, sweat cooling on my skin, but my brain was still offline, still floating in the aftermath. "I've never... that was..."
"Just the beginning," Harper promised, and his grin went wicked, predatory, making heat flare in my belly all over again despite the fact that I'd just had the most intense orgasm of my life. "We're nowhere near done with you."
When the aftershocks finally faded—smaller waves that made me twitch and gasp every few seconds—I was boneless and breathless and thoroughly wrecked. They arranged themselves around me in the nest like they'd been doing it for years—Harper at my back, solid as a mountain, his arm heavy and warm across my waist; Remy at my front, warm as summer, his forehead pressed to mine; Silas curled against my side, his head on my shoulder, one hand still laced with mine.
"So," I managed, my voice hoarse and wrecked, a lazy smile spreading across my face. "That happened."
Harper's laugh rumbled through my back, warm and satisfied. "That happened."
"I think I died," I continued, letting out a breathless laugh, my limbs still feeling like jelly. "I think I actually died and this is heaven."
"Dramatic," Remy teased, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his dimples finally making an appearance. "I like it."
Silas just smiled—a real smile, soft and unguarded, transforming his whole face—and pressed his face into my neck. We lay there for a long time, tangled together, breathingeach other in. The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, painting everything gold. From somewhere in the cabin, I heard Gumbo's tail thump against the floor, approving of the pack piled in the nest.
"Next time some Alpha touches you," Harper murmured at my shoulder, his voice a sleepy rumble, "remember this."
"Next time some Alpha touches me," I countered, still trying to catch my breath, "I'm going to handle it myself. And then let you three loom at him afterward."
