Dante keeps his hand splayed wide over my stomach, but he shuffles us backward and also holds the blankets up for Valentine to climb under. His eyes are open, but even seeing me in his brother’s bed doesn’t seem to register; he just sits down, then kind of falls to his side.
Dante drops the blankets, and Valentine mumbles something under his breath.
“Go back to sleep,” Dante urges, nuzzling his face against my neck.
Easy for him to say. I’m stuck in the middle of two nearly perfect-smelling Alphas, coming off medication I’ve been using for probably too long. Somehow, though, I completely ignore thethrob in my body and the flashbacks to how incredible Dante felt inside my body and the things he did to it.
I don’t sleep, but I do rest until the throb of my need becomes impossible to ignore. When I breathe in, I can scent my desire. My thighs are sticky with slick, and I have to clench my teeth to stop from whining.
I’m horny beyond imagination.
I freeze up when Valentine rolls over, the very early glow of the morning showing the surprise on his face when he realizes I’m in Dante’s bed. But before I can open my mouth to explain, Dante throws the blankets off the three of us, then cups my breast, his finger trailing over the peak of my nipple.
“Taste our wife, Val. I’ve been dreaming of how good she tastes all fucking night, but smell her—she’s been fantasizing about us too.”
Valentine is stuck frozen, like I am, but Dante doesn’t let me go as he stretches backward, grabbing his phone.
All the air in my lungs rushes out. “What are you doing?” I ask him breathlessly.
“Telling Matty to wake the hell up.” He chuckles. A few seconds later, his phone drops to the floor at the same time an alert comes through, telling us he got a response.
“You feel how warm she is? Scent how thick her pheromones are? There’s no more chemicals in her system, and our wife needs some loving. Her pussy is swollen and waiting for us. Isn’t it, Layne?”
I’m no coward and never have been. I’m struggling to find the right words to say, since he seems to be able to read me like a book, but I grab his hand and guide it straight down to where I ache the most.
“All this slick for your husbands?” Dante asks. Without twisting to check, I know his eyes are as dark with lust as his brother’s.
“Will you treat me right? Remind me of all the reasons I want a real man in my bed?” The words tumble out. I don’t mean them to be a challenge, but Valentine keeps watching me closely like it is. “Show me how we’d all fit together. I need to feel, Valentine. I need to feel like a woman, like an Omega. Please.”
Valentine stares into my eyes when I stop pleading and lean against his brother's chest. The soft moans that fall from my lips as Dante keeps fingering me show Valentine exactly what I mean.
Valentine studies my face, not missing anything. “You want us to show you what?”
“Everything,” I answer before he even finishes speaking. “Make me feel.”
It looks like he’s figuring out the problems of the world.
“Val, you hear our wife begging, right? You can see how needy she is on my fingers. Let’s show her together how fucking right we will treat her.”
“Yes, god, like that.” I close my eyes as Dante’s fingers move faster. Pleasure is already tingling over my skin and making my breathing get faster.
Dante groans against my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, and tight.”
The scent of our lust is as good as the noises we’re making.
Valentine rolls closer. “You want to feel?”
His voice is deep and hoarse, his eyes nearly black with desire.
I nod, and he finally decides. His hands run up my waist until he’s cupping my breast. His touch is everything I knew it would be—addictive and consuming.
“Are you going to let me watch my brother fuck you?” Valentine hums as he leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
I shake my head, and they stop, throwing their hands and mouths off my body. I nearly start crying at how fucking quickly they respond. But I don’t want their consideration; I need to feel. I haven’t given myself this for years, dodging every potential heat or heat spike like it was rabies.
“No! Don’t stop. Please,” I hiss, then crawl over him, dragging my body over his until I’m practically lying on top of him, rubbing my cunt over his thickening cock. I reach his ear, sucking on his earlobe for a moment until I whisper in his ear. “But I want everything. I need your touches, your promises, everything. Please.” The door pushes open at the exact right time. “And I want you all to show me.”
Matteo climbs on the bed, and Dante leaves the room, but he shouts he’s going to let the dogs relieve themselves and feed them quickly.
