Cormac’s bare skin feels cool compared to mine. His pheromones are relaxing my system, and I’m already fairly covered in Patrick’s from earlier.
My cheeks feel even hotter as I recall the way Patrick held me down and kissed the hell out of me…while also torturing me with ice packs. He’s so different from his brothers, but I like the way he pushes a little without crossing any of my lines.
Patrick’s hand flattens on my neck at the top of my spine as he teases his other hand over my lower back above the band of my panties. His thumb slides under the material, digging into the top of my ass, and I squirm around Cormac’s chest.
There’s every possibility that I’m delusional, but it feels like Patrick isn’t trying to soothe my system—he’s trying to incite it. He moves from kneeling next to us to straddling my thighs. It must be awkward for him to have to stretch over Cormac’s legs too, yet he makes the transition seamlessly.
The way he keeps me in place with his hand on my neck lights up my nerve endings. My instincts feel safest when in a confined space, and I love being trapped between their scents.
“Are my massage skills up to your standards?” Patrick asks in a humor-lined tone. He pulls his fingers from my panties, and they snap against my skin. “I asked you a question, lovely.”
“Are you always a dick? Is there never an off button?” I ask with a snort.
Patrick chuckles, leaning over my back and pulling his hand from my neck. It grinds his jeans over my ass, and my core clenches around nothing. He gets close to my ear, and his warm breath fans over my skin, making me shiver.
“Something tells me you’d get bored of me if there was. Now, hush and focus on relaxing your mind enough that your body realizes what it really needs.” He kisses my cheek and scrapes his teeth down the side of my throat as he pulls away and starts massaging my back once more.
He definitely knows what he’s doing.
Although, at this point, there’s a real possibility that I should thank him. At least I’m no longer anxious and in unbearable pain.
I slide my hand up to cradle Cormac’s cheek and tilt his face down to mine. His petrichor scent is everywhere, making my nipples and clit throb.
Patrick is clearly onto something.
Or the fog might be slipping in, but either way, I really want to kiss Cormac.
“Thank you for setting up the room for Lucky,” I murmur, pushing up enough that I can seal my mouth to his.
His facial hair scratches my cheek as I swirl my tongue around his lower lip. He opens for me, and I rock on my knees, deepening the kiss as I make sure my pussy rests over the bulge in his sweats.
Patrick chuckles, teasing his hands down my sides. He runs into the band of my panties, dipping underneath them and following the curve of my hips. There are too many sensations, and my skin pulses with heat at the same moment a cramp rips through my lower abdomen.
Groaning against Cormac’s lips, I shove my ass back, desperately searching for Patrick’s cock. I end up grinding against his thighs, and that’s not nearly as satisfying.
Cormac must notice I’m too overloaded to kiss him properly because he weaves his hand into my hair, taking charge of fucking my mouth with his tongue. Warmth pools in my core, and my face flames.
Jesus.
I’m soaked with slick.
That’s such a bad sign.
My hindbrain tries to tell me it’s an important part of taking both alphas, so tons of slick is actually a good thing.
Cormac’s half-hard cock thickens under me as I grind over him. My skin sizzles, but everything else gets hazy and muted.
“We could get these off you, if you’d like?” Patrick asks, snapping the band of my panties.
I nod, moaning against Cormac’s lips. “Yeah.”
Patrick’s cool hands slide down my hips and thighs as he lifts me up enough that he can tug the material off me. I kick out of my panties as they get stuck on my feet, and Cormac distracts me again with the way his teeth rake over my lip. He’s gentler than Patrick was with his kisses, but there’s a rawness with Cormac that I crave.
“You are dripping,” Patrick says. He moved down at some point in my distraction. One of his hands teases down my spine while two fingers of the other brushes down my pussy from behind. “Fucking hell, your pheromones are thick.” He works his hand between Cormac and me, circling my clit with the lightest pressure. “My knot is throbbing so badly it’s painful.”
Sweat prickles on my skin, and I ache to shake out of my bra, but I’m not sure I trust my arms to hold me up.
Cormac groans against my lips, and I break from our kiss to suck in deep lungfuls of air. I was squished to his front as we made out, but I put my strength to the test, pushing up on my arms to shake out of my bra. The air feels heavenly on my skin for half a second before it heats up.
