Destiny rolled her eyes and gestured for them to sit. “Of course, you’re intruding. I’m barely awake and still in my pajamas. But that doesn’t mean it’s an unwelcome intrusion.”
“We’ll take it.” Greyson grinned, filling her belly with warmth, as he set his tray on the table and bent to kiss her cheek, resting a hand on her shoulder as he did so.
Destiny stiffened, inhaling sharply, before giving a little shiver and relaxing beneath his touch. She breathed in his pomegranate and cypress scent, letting it wash over her in a soothing wave that ignited her skin. She missed it as soon as he pulled away but was pacified when he took the spot beside her on the small couch.
Hunter scowled and set his tray on the table, before sitting in a nearby armchair. Greyson grinned smugly at Hunter and winked at her. Destiny giggled. Actuallygiggled.
“Now boys, no fighting,” she teased. “There’s enough of me to go around.”
She realized how that sounded too late to stop the words. From the look in the alphas’ eyes, and the growing bulges in their pants, they were thinking exactly the same kinds of things she was. Destiny’s stomach clenched, and she felt a trickle of slick on her thighs. She pressed her legs together, acutely aware that she was bare beneath her gown. Greyson and Hunter had gone rigid, as clearly aware of her desire as she was of theirs.
“Gods above, Destiny, tell me that you’re hungry so I can think of something besides eating you out,” Greyson said hoarsely. “Tell me that youneedto eat, or I’ll be begging you to let me lick your dripping cunt until I’m drenched in your cum.”
Destiny might’ve died. Her brain and heart and lungs all seemed to stall for a long moment and her spirit might’ve left her body. When everything snapped back into action a moment later, her body seemed to be humming on a whole newfrequency. She gasped as her pussy clenched and a gush of slick coated her thighs. She whined.
Hunter and Greyson growled, both leaning toward her instinctually. Destiny’s heart pounded, her head fuzzy, and she had to force herself to take deeper breaths. Even as her body welcomed the air, she felt the pull of the alphas’ pheromones as she breathed them in. Her nerve endings were on fire. Is this what she had been missing all this time? Is this what sex was supposed to feel like?
“Destiny, make a decision,” Hunter commanded. “If you want to stop, we’ll put a lid on it and have breakfast. Option two, you let Greyson devour your sweet pussy first, then we have breakfast.”
Destiny shuddered and used all of her willpower to suppress another whine. She thought it was pretty obvious what she wanted here. Part of her was terrified, because she didn’t want to examine why she’d reacted to Pack Stepanov this way and what it might mean and how that might intensify if they acted on their desires. This could get messy.
On the other hand, fuck it. Destiny was always doing what other people wanted—her parents, her fans, the media. Here was something exciting and unexpected and incredible just for her. Why couldn’t she worry about pleasing herself for once? It didn’t have to be a big deal. What was a little casual, earth-shattering sex between friends?
Destiny stood up, holding Hunter’s gaze as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. The thin satin of her gown revealed the firm peaks of her nipples and clung to every curve. Greyson exhaled a sharp breath.
“I like to have my dessert first,” Destiny said, as she took her place on the couch, lying back and spreading her legs. “I choose option two.”
“Thank fuck,” Greyson groaned. Then his hands were sliding beneath her gown and up her thighs to grip her ass. Destiny only had a moment to prepare for the devastating sensation of his tongue trailing up her center in a long, languorous stroke.
“Oh my god, Greyson!” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and tangling her fingers in his tight curls. Her back arched off of the sofa, her thighs clamping around his head. Greyson responded with another slow pass, as if he were savoring his first taste of her. The thought threatened to send her over the edge.
“Look at me, Kitten,” Hunter said sharply. Destiny’s eyes flew open, and she met his dark gaze. “You don’t cum until you’re told. Do you understand?”
She shivered, the dominance in his tone sending a thrill through her body. She wanted to show him her belly, to submit, to give him pleasure by trusting him to give her what she needed. She’d felt that urge during her heats before, but it hadn’t been like this.
“I understand, alpha,” Destiny whimpered, and Hunter smiled approvingly.
“Take your time, Grey,” Hunter instructed. “I want her begging me to let her cum.”
Greyson hummed his assent and Destiny gasped at the vibration of his lips against her sex. He sucked her clit into his mouth, kneading the bundle of nerves in a way that made her see stars. Her hips bucked and she cried out again.
Hunter sat back in his chair, watching with hooded eyes. “How does it feel, Kitten? Do you like the way Grey is licking your pussy?”
Destiny shuddered as Greyson moved his tongue a little faster, working her clit expertly. He seemed to read her mind, adjusting his movements based on her slightest response. At this rate, she’d be begging to cum in record time.
“It…feels…amazing,” Destiny panted, writhing against Greyson’s mouth. “It’s perfect.”
Greyson hummed again, fingers digging into her ass as if he couldn’t pull her close enough. Destiny’s body was racked with tremors, her pussy clenching desperately. She was climbing steadily, her orgasm shimmering just over the next crest.
“How’s she taste, Grey?” Hunter asked, holding her gaze. “As perfect as she smells?”
Greyson lifted his head and looked up at Destiny. The sight of him between her thighs, his beard glistening with her slick, was almost enough to undo her. He smiled lazily, shifting so that he could circle her clit with his fingers. Destiny’s hips bucked and she moaned wantonly. She’d never wanted to cum so badly.
“She tastes better than you could possibly imagine,” Greyson said, his burning brown eyes never leaving her face. His fingers moved steadily against her clit as he spoke, keeping her on the precipice of her climax. “Sweet and tangy, like starfruit. How appropriate.”
Destiny didn’t know what that meant exactly, but she also couldn’t think about anything but the throbbing in her pussy and the man between her thighs. She squirmed, letting out another whine that made both alphas snap to attention again. Hunter crossed the room quickly, knelt beside the couch, and cupped her cheek with one big hand.
“Please let me cum,” she panted. “Please, please, I need to cum.”
