“What the fuck is all this shit?” Nothing budges. There’s layers and layers. “Why are there so many fucking pieces?” I growl, yanking at a strap that refuses to release. The heat under my skin pulses in time with my heartbeat, each second of delay stoking the fire higher. “Who designed this? Satan?”
“Pretty much,” Liam says, working methodically on the lower body pads. “Hold still, Beckett.”
“Is she really in heat?” He asks our packmates over my head. Pierce snorts.
“Off!” I sob. Tears come from utter frustration.
“Why are you in your socks?” Liam asks, flinging shoulder pads across the room.
“You can’t run in skates.”
“Shit,” Pierce mutters as a strap snaps back, narrowly missing his eye. “Ash, love, you’re making this harder.”
Pierce holds me by the neck and pulls me back a few feet, which does not help with the frustration at all. He holds me to his chest and slides his free hand into my panties. The second his finger slides against my clit, all tension drains from me.
“It’s going to take a second to get the gear off.” Pierce whispers in my ear as we watch Liam help Beckett get naked.
“Breathe,” Pierce whispers to me. “Just for a minute. Let them work.”
I moan so loud, it must shock both Beckett and Liam. They pause to look at me, mouths open. Pierce slips the tip of his finger in me, and I whimper.
Beckett looks at Liam. They both nod and say “faster”.
With each item Beckett strips off, Pierce rubs my clit harder. By the time he gets to his leggings, Pierce is pinching one of my nipples too.
Pierce tips my head back and kisses me deeply. There’s desire and lust in his kiss with none of my desperation. I hear the continuedrustle of fabric, the murmur of voices as Liam helps Beckett with the remaining gear.
Pierce doesn’t rush the kiss. His tongue slides against mine, his finger slides along my clit. He holds me steadily as another wave of heat crashes through me. When he finally pulls back, I’m dazed.
“Better?” he asks.
“No.”
“Liar.” He smiles, and it’s the most beautiful thing.
There’s a final thud of fabric hitting the floor. I might have to take that back. Beckett, naked, sweaty, hard, that might be the most beautiful thing.
They join us and I’m in a circle of my alphas. Liam and Beckett trade my lips back and forth, like they both want to share a delicious morsel. All the while Pierce is gently stroking me.
It’s so tender, so loving and so different from all my past heats, my throat gets thick.
“Someone fuck me, or I’m going to cry,” I croak out.
“I’ve got you,” Beckett murmurs against my ear, hands sliding up my stomach to cup my breasts. “We’ve got you.”
The last threads of restraint snap. I wrap my arms around Beckett’s neck and pull him down to the little pile of pillows. I turn in his arms, claiming his mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and need. His skin also hot to the touch, and I want to taste every inch of him.
I fumble for my bra strap, I can’t quite reach it.
“I got it,” Liam snaps the hooks open, pulling it down my arms and taking my nipple into his mouth.
Hands are on my hips, pulling my panties down. I feel Pierce lift me to slide them off and position me over Beckett. He reaches up and pulls me to him, his tongue filling my mouth as his cock slides into me. We moan together like it’s too much for the both of us.
I sink down on him further. The stretch is mind-bending. Beckett is thick, filling me in a way that makes my breath catch and my thighs shake. I pause halfway, panting, overwhelmed by sensation.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Pierce murmurs, suddenly at my other side. His hand slides between us, finding my clit, circling it. “You can take him. Look how beautifully you’re stretching around him.”
His words send a fresh wave of slick coating Beckett, easing the way as I sink lower, taking more of him inside me. Beckett groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. Liam catches my chin, and turns me to him. He sucks my tongue into his mouth.
