Elias grips my thigh, holding me open for Kieran.
With a sudden, savage movement, he grips my leggings and tears them open, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room. A collective gasp rises from all four alphas as they stare at my most intimate place.
“Fuck,” Drake breathes, his eyes wide. “No panties?”
My face burns with embarrassment. “I... I was in a hurry this morning. Didn’t think...”
“You’ve been walking around our home all day with nothing under these leggings?” Kieran demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “Your bare pussy was behind just a thin layer of fabric away from us?”
I nod, unable to speak as fresh slick leaks from me, visible now to their hungry gazes.
“Look how wet she is,” Rowan murmurs, his quiet voice thick with want. “Her pussy’s dripping for us.”
Kieran’s finger traces the outer lips of my pussy, gathering slick and making me squirm. His cool finger feels so fucking good against the hot folds of my pussy.
“So perfect,” he whispers, almost to himself. “So ready to be claimed.”
His eyes meet mine, burning with an intensity that steals my breath. “I want to be the one to take your virginity, Francine,” he grunts. “To be the first inside you. Would you like that? Would you like me to break you in today?”
“No,” I say, and his eyes darken.
Seventeen
FRANCINE
“What do you mean, no?”Kieran asks, his composure slipping for a moment, revealing the disbelief in his eyes that I would refuse to be knotted by him.
I’m just not ready for him, even though he may not understand it.
My pussy throbs painfully as another wave of heat crashes through me, my body desperate for the relief only a knot can provide. But despite my need, despite the animal part of me screaming to accept any alpha’s cock, I know whose knot I want first. I bite my lip and turn my gaze to Elias, whose amber eyes widen behind his glasses when I look his way.
“I want Elias,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own racing heart. “I want him to be my first.”
Kieran’s jaw tightens, a muscle jumping visibly beneath his skin. “Are you sure?”
“Elias?” I say, and I don’t need to ask twice.
“As you wish,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that makes my entire body shiver with anticipation for his knot. Kieran steps back, making room for Elias to approach me. There’s disappointment in Kieran’s eyes, but also a grudging respect.
“I accept it,” Kieran says, nodding stiffly. “You’re free to choose whoever you want, as long as your heat is managed. That’s all that matters.”
Thank god for that. He doesn’t seem to be taking it so hard, but it’s hard to concentrate when wave after wave of pain is making my belly clench so hard.
Drake and Rowan lift me carefully from the floor, their big hands cool against my fevered skin. Kieran pulls back the covers on my bed while Elias watches, his eyes never leaving mine as his brothers prepare me for him.
“Let’s get these off,” Drake murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my torn leggings. He tugs them down my legs, his touch lingering on my calves. The cool air hits my exposed skin, making me gasp. “I wish you had chosen me first. But it’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll be waiting.”
I shiver at his words because I know I met him first, and he’s been making his intentions clear from the beginning. But there’s something about Elias. He had full control while spanking me and trying to put a toy inside of me. I think he would be the right person to take my virginity.
Rowan’s hands find the hem of my sweat-soaked t-shirt.
“Arms up,” he commands softly, and I comply without thinking, allowing him to pull the garment over my head. His lips immediately find my neck, pressing a tender kiss to my pulse point.
“Sorry, I really need a shower,” I say, embarrassed, not used to four alphas surrounding me, and I’m such a sweaty mess as Rowan lays me on the bed.
“We like you like this,” he whispers against my skin. “All of us.”
Elias begins undressing quickly when I gasp with pain. His movements are efficient and controlled despite the obviousbulge straining against his zipper. His jacket falls to the floor, followed by his tie, then his shirt.
