They told me they arranged for the front desk to give me a room key when I arrived. Grabbing my bag from the back of the car, I thank the Uber driver and head into the hotel.
I’m in awe, and my eyes light up as I take the whole place in. It’s stunning.
“Hi,” I greet the girl at the front desk. “My Alphas are staying here. They told me to check here for my room key?”
“Name, please?” The girl smiles.
“Addison Ashford.”
She looks at her computer and nods. “Yup, I see a note here. Can I see your ID, please?”
“For sure.” I reach into my purse for my wallet. As I hand her my ID, I catch a glimpse of the photo of me. Why did I believe Cae when she said you aren’t allowed to wear makeup for ID photos? When it came in, and I showed her, she burst into laughter and told me she was joking. I was so mad. I could have changed it, but it was a waste of money. She said I still look gorgeous, but I hate that photo.
Now that I’m back in California, I’m going to need to get a new ID. But, should I bother? If I move back to Nashville at some point to be with the guys, then there’s no need to change it. It doesn’t expire for another few years.
That’s an issue for another time.
She returns my ID then hands me a key card. “This is the room number.” She points to the number on the card holder.
“Thank you so much.”
On the elevator, I make my way to the 10th floor, then find room 1001.
Once I’m in the room, I’m hit with two strong scents that have me clenching my thighs and whimpering.
Slick coats my panties, and I groan, knowing now that I should have worn a scent-blocking pair. At least I brought a ton of extra panties. Something tells me I’m going to need them.
I’ve been around a lot of Alphas, and thankfully, I haven’t been sensitive to their smells. I’m not easily aroused by that stuff. That is, unless you’re my stepbrother, or my scent matches. Somehow, the three of them make me wetter than the ocean.
Closing the door behind me, I step further inside with my heart racing, nipples pebbling against my bra.
With every inhale, my stomach knots. A fire is growing inside me that needs to be tended to.
After placing my bag on the desk, I slip off my shoes and crawl onto the bed. It smells like both of them. Lying back, I close my eyes, allowing their combined scents to settle over me.
My body tingles, little shocks of pleasure shooting through my veins. I’m aroused, so damn turned on, and all of this just by their scent.
I’ve never been so needy before. I’ve gotten myself off occasionally, but I’m normally only horny when I’m in heat.
These two have kick-started something inside me, making me burn for my Alphas all the time.
The fire rages with every passing second until I’m soaked, my clit throbbing, and the need to be filled is overwhelming.
I could touch myself to get off. No one would be the wiser, right? They’re not here anyway. No one needs to know.
The idea of pleasuring myself in my Alphas’ bed while they’re gone has me moaning and clenching my thighs together.
I’m in a cute pink dress patterned in ice cream cones and little strawberries all over. It would be easy to pull my dress up, pull my panties down, and slide my fingers inside.
Unable to stop myself, I lift my dress up around my waist, wiggle out of my panties, and throw them to the floor to be dealt with later.
Relaxing back onto the bed, I let my legs drop open and slide a trembling hand between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I moan, arching my back when my fingers glide through messy folds, brushing over my tender clit.
I’m a mess already, slick is spilling from my pussy, forming a wet spot on the bed. I don’t have it in me to care as I push my fingers inside, triggering my walls to clamp down around my digits. I whimper, wishing it were one of my Alpha’s cocks.
“Yes.” I suck in a breath, my slick fingers moving to my clit. I rub in slow circles, adding just the right amount of pressure.
