Dominic hums in agreement; it’s low and rumbly and makes me think really dirty things. Like how good it felt when he was inside me, the pleasure and pain of being stretched around his thickness.
“What are you thinking about, Amore Mio, to get you somehow even wetter?” he interrupts my thoughts.
I flush so hard I feel my cheeks blazing.
Hendrix takes his hand up higher, and his touch highlights how damp my thighs are. “She’s thinking of all the things she wants her Alpha to do to her body. Aren’t you?”
Ryder groans, drawing me out of my mild embarrassment. His eyes are black, his scent is rolling off him—he’s as turned on as I am.
“Rye,” I call him, breaking through some of the haze that’s holding him back. When he’s looking at me, it’s like a punch to my chest—again—this barely describable feeling that I am exactly where I should be, with who I was made for, rocks me to my core. And that is all well and good, but I want his mouth on me before I combust. “I told you I’d mess you up more.”
He laughs. It’s gravelled and husky like he’s been smoking cigarettes and drinking whiskey from dawn to dusk. Of course I react, slicking up more for them.
“Such a good fucking girl, sweetheart,” Hen praises before he literally spreads me wide open, using both hands to do so.
I feel so vulnerable, being bared for the world to see. But if they are my world, I want them to see every part of me.
“Stars above,” Ryder growls. He pulls his shirt off as he crawls to me. “I am not letting one drop of you go anywhere but on my body, or in my mouth, Sin. Please tell me all this is mine.” He looks at me, wildfire in his eyes, challenge in his question.
I’m not the one to answer, Dominic is. But it’s not with words. Dominic grabs a handful of Ryder’s long, dark hair, twisting it in his hand, controlling him, directing him.
I feel them moving towards me. It’s weird but I wait, expecting Brody to hit me before they do. But he doesn’t. I could cry. When Ryder’s mouth engulfs my pussy, I think I do.
He groans, and I watch his eyes roll backwards. I also watch how good it looks when Dominic’s fingers get lost in Ryder’s hair, the muscles on his arms cording with his own strain.
“How’s that feel? You like his tongue on your body? Because I have to say I like him on his knees for you, sweetheart. I like him lapping at your juices like he’s fucking never tasted anything before.” Hendrix speaks his dirty words, his cheek pressed to mine as the both of us watch Ryder eating me out. “Can I take photos, baby? Will you let me immortalise this? Only for us. No one else would see them but, my fucking god, I would look at them constantly.”
I whimper but the noise rolls into a deep, long groan when Hendrix adds his finger alongside Ryder’s tongue, the both of them set on destroying me. “Simona, stay with us. We’re only getting started.”
I’m absolutely soaring like I imagine an eagle must feel—powerful and majestic. Still, I’m not too far gone to forget Hendrix’s request, which makes sense to me—recording and documenting our time together, I mean.
“Yes.”
“Yes to what?” He smirks, turning around and filling my vision.
“Everything.”
“Everything?”
“Always too.”
“If I want to fuck Ryder, while he’s fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“If Dominic was inside your glorious body, and Ryder asked to be in your mouth?”
“I’d beg you to find a way to be inside me. It’s a dream. All this is. And I never want it to end.”
“It won’t end until time runs out,” Ryder adds softly. Looking down, I find his mouth glossy, his lips puffy.
“Come here, Amore Mio,” Dominic demands, and I push free of Ryder, and Hendrix and I climb up into his outstretched arms.
Belatedly asking why.
But that’s the thing, when I am with them, I don’t question their motivations because I don’t have to. So, when Dominic told me to do something I did it instantly, almost without thought. When you’ve come from a place like I have, where people are morally counterfeit and violently corrupt, you learn to read the smallest cues. You also have to develop certainty in your assumptions—I always knew Brody was horrific, and he has proved that time and time again.
There’s not one part of me that questions the three Alphas in this lift. I struggle with trauma and assholes in my past, not from whether I do or don’t trust Pack Torres. I am forever scarred, but I am not as ashamed of those scars as I used tobe. Of course, some days will be harder than others, and I’ll question the gospel truth about these three, but I only have to look at them to know they’d do anything to help me free myself from the shackles before they show me what love is.
