Cyn kisses like he’s making a promise. He’s confident and intense, focused only on me. Demanding an answer. It’s the kind of kiss that shakes your foundations and ruins you. The kind of kiss that gives you a vision of a perfect future.
His fingers trace my clit, sending sparks of delicious feeling lancing up into my lower abdomen. My muscles clench and tighten as I try my best not to moan.
Cyn doesn’t rush things; he takes his time, learning my body, stroking me everywhere until he’s made a mental map of how to bring me down to my knees.
He nips my chin, and that just heightens everything.
“Ready?” he murmurs.
“For what?”
“Do not scream. Remember what I said.”
“I won’t,” I pant, I’d promise anything as long as he continues.
Three fingers plunge into me while his thumb circles my clit, hard enough for me to see fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
A massive hand slides over my thigh and draws it up and away so I’m spread open. It’s only then that I realise that there are three hands on my body.
I snap my head in Kota’s direction and squeak when his mouth presses into mine. The world turns violet white as lightning illuminates the world, and all I can see is Kota’s intense, hungry gaze staring at me as his tongue pushes into my mouth.
He squeezes and kneads the flesh of my thigh, holding me wide open, while Cyn plunges his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with them, curling them and hitting the exact right spot. I grip his wrist, holding on tight.
The wind screams, and the tent flaps wildly. I hear the betas cry out, but I don’t care.
I whimper, but the sound is stolen into Kota’s mouth.
Cyn speeds up his movements and growls. My body is so tight, but that sound sends me over. My hips thrust up, hitting his hand, impaling myself on his fingers, and I detonate; my body tightens around him, every muscle locked.
Thunder cracks down, chased by lightning. The wind and the rain bellows. It’s a roaring, screaming, frantic world.
I throw my head back, rolling it, my teeth clenched together to make sure that not a single sound comes out. Kota kisses down my jaw, scraping his teeth over my skin.
Cyn presses his face against my head, that delicious growl coming out in a low, threatening sound that has me soaking everything in my slick.
My body relaxes, and I catch my breath, my chest heaving, but then I feel someone move in the dark.
My panties are pulled off, Cyn’s hand is removed forcefully from me, thrown away, and a hot mouth replaces it. I’m too sensitive. I arch up, scrambling to get away, but the arms lock under my thighs and drag me back to his mouth.
It’s Rory. I know it’s him, though I don’t know how I know. I can’t see anything, and it could be Vale, but it doesn’t feel like Vale.
I grip his hair, writhing and hissing between my teeth, drawing air deep into my oxygen-starved body.
The world comes alive with the sound of thunder, and lightning is the light show that illuminates the starved expressions of my alphas as they loom over me. I writhe, I fight, I give in. In this storm, in this moment, I surrender. My fingers find his hair, and I pull him to me, holding him there.
I come again.
And again.
I am like the storm, I can’t stop. As powerful as the lightning, he demands, and I give. He is the thunder, and I am helpless but to follow his call.
He is relentless.
Thunder cracks overhead so loud the storm must be right above us. I scream, my body arching off the sleeping bag. Kota has his hand on my breast, thumbing my nipple, Rory’s teeth scrape over my clit, and Cyn has his lips pressed to my ear, whispering words I can no longer understand.
A tree cracks, and I hear the tremendous boom as it falls.
“Please, Rory, please, stop,” I sob, my whole body is a twitching mess. I didn’t even know I could come like that. He laps up my release, his fingers holding me still, but still, his tongue dives into me.
