"Touch me," I say, and my voice comes out breathier than I intended. "I want you to touch me."
"Where?" Jett asks, and there's a wicked edge to his smile now.
"Everywhere."
Pine's voice comes from the foot of the bed, still thick with sleep but definitely awake. "You sure about this?"
I push myself up slightly so I can see him. He's sitting up now, his dark hair messed from sleep, his eyes focused entirely on me. His hand is still on my ankle and his thumb is drawing small circles against my skin that I can feel all the way up my leg.
"I'm sure," I tell him. "I want this. I want you. All of you."
He holds my gaze for a long moment, like he's searching for any hint of hesitation, then nods slowly. "Okay. But you tell us if you need to stop. Any time."
"I will."
Cassian kisses me again, deeper this time, and Jett's mouth finds my neck. He kisses along the side of my throat, then behind my ear, then down to where my neck meets my shoulder. Whenhis teeth scrape lightly against my skin, I arch up into the touch without meaning to.
"Sensitive there?" he murmurs against my neck.
"Apparently."
He does it again and this time I definitely arch up, pressing my breast harder into Cassian's hand. Cassian makes an approving sound and squeezes gently, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple through the fabric of the shirt.
Pine moves up the bed, settling on his knees between my legs. His hands slide up my calves, over my knees, along my thighs, and he stops just before he reaches the hem of my shorts. "Can I take these off?"
"Yes." The word comes out almost frantic. "Yes, please."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I lift my hips so he can slide the shorts down my legs along with my underwear. The cool air hits my skin and I shiver, but not from cold. From anticipation. From the way all three of them are looking at me now.
"The shirt too," Cassian says. It's not quite a question.
I nod and he helps me sit up just enough to pull Pine's borrowed t-shirt over my head. Then I'm completely bare and lying between three fully clothed alphas, which seems unfair.
"Your turn," I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "I want to see you too."
They move together, like they've done this before, which they probably haven't, but somehow they make it look coordinated anyway. Shirts come off first. Cassian's chest is broad and defined, tattoos wrapping around his ribs and down one arm. Jett is leaner but no less muscular, all long lines and compact strength. Pine has that solid, sturdy build that makes me want to climb him like a tree.
Pants follow. And then there are three very naked, very aroused alphas surrounding me and I have to take a moment to just process that this is my life now.
"Stop thinking," Jett says, leaning down to kiss me. "I can hear you thinking from here."
I kiss him back instead of arguing, and his mouth is demanding in a way that's different from Cassian's. More urgent. More hungry. His hand slides down my side, over my hip, between my legs, and when his fingers find me wet and ready he groans into my mouth.
"She's soaked," he says, and he sounds almost awed.
"Then stop teasing her," Pine says, his voice rough.
Jett's fingers slide through my folds, finding my clit with embarrassing accuracy. He circles it slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I break away from his kiss to gasp.
Cassian's mouth is on my breast now, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. The dual sensation of Jett's hand between my legs and Cassian's mouth on my breast makes my brain go fuzzy.
Pine is watching all of this with dark, intense eyes. He's stroking himself slowly, almost absently, while he watches Jett work me higher and higher.
"I want to taste you," Cassian says against my breast. "Can I?"
"Yes," I manage. "God, yes."
He kisses down my stomach, taking his time about it, and every press of his lips feels deliberate. When he settles between my legs, Jett moves his hand away to give Cassian room. I immediately miss the touch, but then Cassian's mouth is on me, and I forget how to form coherent thoughts.
