"Good. Then let's move to the bed."
I looked past him for the first time and really took in the room. It was larger than I'd expected, more suite than bedroom. A massive bed dominated the space, flanked by low lighting and what looked like custom-designed furniture. And on the wall above the bed… My eyes widened. Restraints. Built into the frame. Soft leather cuffs attached to chains that disappeared into the headboard.
"We're not using those tonight," Rowan said, following my gaze. "Not for your first time. But later, if there is a later, we could."
"There won't be a later," I reminded him. "One night."
Something flickered across his face, disappointment, maybe, but it was gone too quickly to identify.
"Right," he said. "One night. Then we'd better make it count."
Kellan guided me to the bed, and I let him. Let both of them position me how they wanted, on my back, arms above my head, legs slightly apart.
Vulnerable. Exposed. And somehow, safer than I ever remembered feeling.
"Last chance to back out," Rowan said, his hands going to his shirt buttons. "Once we start, we're not stopping until you're satisfied. Understood?"
I watched him unbutton his shirt, revealing a chest marked with old scars and hard-earned muscle. I watched Kellan strip off his own shirt, exposing more tattoos that covered his torso with intricate designs that told stories I didn't know. These weremen who could break me if they wanted to. But they weren't going to. I knew that with a bone-deep certainty I couldn't explain. And I didn’t know how I knew these things. I just did.
"Understood," I whispered.
"Good." Rowan's hands went to his belt. "Then let's begin."
KELLAN
She was fucking perfect. Sprawled across our bed in nothing but black cotton panties, her golden brown skin gleaming in the low light, her green eyes watching us with a mixture of fear and anticipation. And her scent. Thank the gods! Even through the blockers, there was something about it that made my wolf restless. Made me want to get closer, taste her, mark her. Which was insane, because we'd had dozens of partners over the years. Beautiful Omegas, eager Betas, even a few Alphas looking for something different. None of them had ever made me feel like this. Like I was standing on the edge of something that would change everything.
"You're thinking too hard," Rowan said, moving to the other side of the bed.
"So is she."
"Then let's fix that."
He settled beside Naomi, his hand splaying across her stomach. I watched her shiver at the contact, and watched her breath hitch.
"We're going to touch you now," Rowan said. "Everywhere. And you're going to let us. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She hesitated. "Yes, Sir."
Rowan's smile was dark and pleased. "Fast learner."
His hand moved up, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. She arched into the touch with a soft moan that went straight to my dick. I settled on her other side, my hand mirroring his. Her breasts were perfect, full and soft, responsive to every touch.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Really good."
"Good isn't enough." I pinched her nipple, not hard, just enough to make her gasp. "We want you better than good. We want you out of your mind."
"Then you'd better get started."
The sass in her tone made me grin. "Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you just signed up for."
I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Rowan did the same on the other side, and Naomi's hands flew to our heads, her fingers tangling in our hair.
