Have to say, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m getting pretty darn good at this cooking thing. Considering I never really stepped foot in the kitchen growing up since our parents had a chef who cooked all of our meals, I’m winning.
The three of us are halfway through our plates when Jess begins to stir. She groans before she sits up, and she runs a hand through her hair and stretches. Then those pretty amber eyes open and she sees the three of us, and the food on our plates.
I don’t know how out of her mind she currently is, but I still offer her the plate I brought up for her, saying, “Here. You should eat something good.”
She takes the plate from me without saying a word, and she eats it in record time—and all the while, she doesn’t seem to care one bit that she’s naked and we’re not. Once she’s done, I take her plate and everyone else’s and put them near the door so they don’t get in our way. She chugs a water bottle down next, seemingly unaware everyone in the room is waiting with bated breath for her to say something.
Her scent is so strong. The air is thick with it, but it’s the opposite of unbearable. No, it makes me want to bury my face against her skin and breathe the scent in from the source. I want to lose myself in her so badly I can’t think straight.
Once Jess is finished with the water bottle, she sets it aside and stretches again, then she places a hand on her stomach and frowns. She groans. “I feel…” Another groan, this one breathier.
“What do you need?” Rourke asks. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you.”
Her eyes survey the three of us, lingering on each of us for a while before moving to the next. I can’t tell what she’s thinking or what she wants, but after she looks at Mason, those eyes ofhers return to me, and a sloppy smile tugs at her lips as she whispers my name, “Asher.”
Not going to lie, hearing her say my name like that makes a certain part of me tingle in the best way.
No one bats an eye, not even Mason, the one alpha in the room I would have assumed would be envious of not being chosen immediately. I can’t help but smile as I move closer to her. She holds out a hand to me, and I take that soft hand and bring it to my mouth once I’m directly before her, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“What do you want me to do, Jess?” I ask her in a bare whisper, although I already have some ideas.
She leans forward, closes her eyes, and presses her mouth against mine. And then, with her lips still on mine, she whispers, “I want you to fuck me, Asher.” Never before has she said something like that to me—and it’s a good thing, too, because I probably would’ve self-combusted.
“Then lay down and let me take care of you.” It’s hard for me to say anything in response. My mind is going haywire, like all the wires are crossed in my brain. My cock rages against my pajama pants, and needless to say, I cannot get them off fast enough.
My shirt comes off next, and Jess responds by climbing onto my lap, throwing her arms around me, and sinking herself down on my cock with no warning.
Her body must have been wanting and ready; her core is wet, so she takes me in effortlessly. She sucks in a hard breath as I fill her up, and I damn near lose my mind when I’m fully inside her. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her against me, burying my nose in the crook of her neck.
She’s a drug to me. A beautiful, entrancing, addicting drug I will never get enough of.
Maybe I’m not falling. Maybe I already fell.
Though it’s not easy, I lift my nose from her neck so I can watch her expression as she starts to bounce on my length. Her pussy glides on me, and I am rapt. She has not only my full attention, but the attention of the other two alphas in the room as well.
Jess nuzzles into me, like she wants to bury herself beneath my skin. If I could, I’d let her. I’d let her do whatever the hell she wants and I’d have not a single complaint. She could bend me whichever way she wants, break my bones if she has to, and I would still wear a smile.
Damn, she feels so good. I don’t know how long she and Rourke went at it earlier, but it seems her energy is back and she is raring to go again. I let her bounce on my cock for a good long while before I flip us so that she’s laying down beneath me and I’m on top of her.
Time for me to set the pace, time for me to claim her and love her in all the ways I’ve wanted to ever since I first saw her at that park.
I run a hand along her face, along the smooth curve of her jaw. She opens her mouth, and I stick my thumb in, shuddering when she swirls her tongue around it. The action causes me to thrust against her harder. Deep inside, the urge to knot her is undeniable.
“I need to knot you,” I whisper to her. “Are you ready to take my knot?”
With my thumb no longer in her mouth, she can pant out the word, “Yes.” And then she moans and squirms, arches her back and whimpers, “Give it to me, alpha.”
That last sentence goes straight to my cock. It swells as I continue to thrust, growing bigger and bigger until we are locked together. The moment I’m engorged, she clings to me and moans again, and her pussy clenches around my length, as if trying to draw me in deeper.
I take her and make her mine. I shower her body with all of the affection I can while knot-deep in her. My hands roam along her body, squeezing and tweaking her nipples before slipping between us and toying with her clit.
That bit of sensitive flesh at her apex is already swollen and ready for my fingers to curl around it on either side. The moment I start to toy with her while knot-deep in her, she about loses it, and it only takes a few more minutes to push her over the edge completely.
Jess comes with force, her body spasming beneath me as she cries out in heated bliss. Her clit trembles between my fingers and her pussy clamps down on my knot, slick gushing from her core. She writhes and moans, and never have I ever seen a more beautiful sight.
She whimpers against me, “I need more.”
“What do you want?” I ask her softly, smoothing down her hair as I remove my fingers from her clit. With my knot still inside her, every thrust on my part makes her squirm in the best way.
