I wiggle my fingers at him. He grabs one of them before pulling me back into the kitchen. And then Hendrix is there, lifting me off my feet so he can sit on the seat before I can.
“Now we get to spoil you, sweet Omega.”
Shivers race over me, at the suggestion in Hendrix’s voicebut Ryder keeps us all on track by pulling out the plates of food he has had warming in the oven and sliding a glass of wine to me.
Hendrix pushes the chair around, making room for Ryder so he can pull his chair in. And then the three of us eat off the same plate, sharing the same fork.
Each dish tastes amazing, made better because of them.
“Enough,” I moan, turning away from Hendrix. “Honestly, you’re both...”
“About to take turns making you come.” Hendrix’s voice is serious, his eyes full of dominance. Not that I was going to argue, but the way he looks at me makes it impossible.
Dinner is forgotten as we weave through the dark to the other side of the house, into a room I hadn’t discovered before. But now that I have, I’m pretty sure I’m claiming it as mine.
A wall of windows welcomes twinkling starlight in, and at a touch of a button, a fireplace starts to glow, adding to the ambiance. Hendrix lays me down in front of the fireplace on a carpet so thick and plush, it’s like being on a bed of feathers.
Ryder dips down first, claiming my mouth. His tongue is barely tracing my lips when Hendrix appears. Unlike Ryder’s tentativeness, Hendrix barges in. Both of them have me barely breathing in seconds.
They each take a side, following the same path down my body, working together until I’m completely naked beneath them. Their touches blend into one seamless sensation, and when I look up, trying to figure out how, I catch sight of Ryder’s hands slipping beneath Hendrix’s. I feel when their hands split apart to part my thighs and hold them open. I don’t even get to let my head fall back down before they are devouring me. Together. Tongues, lips, fingers, scent, presence, praises are shared as one until I swear I’ve beendragged into an alternate universe. It’s impossible to stay still or quiet, but they encourage and celebrate each new noise I make.
They are relentless. Barely giving me a chance to catch my breath. Their focus is on pampering, reminding me how special I am. Which is amazing, but I need to come. Every time I think they’re going to let me, they pull away before slowing things down then taking me straight back to the same sweet spot.
It’s not a sport, though. It’s a deep dive into how far they can keep me hovering in their adoration.
“Please, Alpha, please let me come,” I moan. The desperation in my voice is as clear as the scent of my impending release, perfuming the air around us. They continue to lap and finger fuck me until I can’t see straight.
Ryder’s fingers swirl upwards, his touch so different from Hendrix. He follows his fingers with his mouth, pressing a trail of burning kisses until he rests his hand on his lower stomach, massaging it softly at the same time as Hendrix literally parts my pussy. Then he’s flicking his tongue relentlessly on my clit.
“Go, Sin, let go,” Ryder says, blowing his scent in my face, using his designation to turn his sweet teasing into a demand.
I need the sharp reminder. They’d made me drift so far away in our love making. His bark is like a key, and everything unlocks. My pleasure releases with such a force it radiates out, filling Hendrix’s mouth. Ryder drops down to bite my nipple, the sharp pinch of pain restarting my brain, and then he disappears, but I feel the instant his mouth swaps from Hendrix’s.
As I start to float back, like a feather drifting down from the sky, Hendrix crawls up, his body pressed to my side. He presses his lips to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.
Hendrix smiles against my mouth, his eyes not leaving mine, his hand purposely hitting the side of my hip each time he pumps his fist. Ryder rises. I can feel his presence like sunshine over me, and after moving my head only an inch, I get to watch them both succumb to their orgasms, splashing their release everywhere they can on me.
“Fuck, Sin,” Ryder groans, his hand moving slower, but it’s still wrapped around his cock. “You are the definition of beauty, blurry eyed from coming so hard, drenched in our seed.”
I can’t yet use words, but we all understand each other without needing to use them.
I lie still, enjoying each softer kiss, each gentle caress as I get wiped down. Mostly. Because these Alphas have a thing for painting me in their claim, and I have a thing for it too.
“Come on, enough pampering. Whose bed would you like to sleep in, Sin?” Ryder asks as he pulls me to my feet. My legs are still wobbly, but it’s not like I was ever going to walk. He swooshes them out from under me so I’m cradled against his chest.
No argument from me.
My fingers follow the lines of ink from one side to the other until I remember his question but by then he’s already chosen. Dominic’s scent fills my lungs, and I snuggle to find his pillow so I can rub my face over it. I’m asleep pretty much instantly.
Chapter
Forty-Six
HENDRIX
“Simona.” I cup my hands around her face, my thumbs pressing under her trembling pout. Exaggerating it. “Sweetheart, I think I started falling in love with you the second you walked into class and you parked your ass in your seat at Unity.”
She nods her head as she listens, brimming tears making her eyes glassy.
