“A goddess,” Mac agreed.
The skirt was pooled around my feet. I stepped out of the circle offabric, abruptly hyperaware of my nakedness. They’d seen me in a swimsuit. They’d seen me in revealing loungewear and padding to the kitchen for ice cream donning only a sports bra and boxers. But they’d never seen all of me, not even during strip board game night. I was too good of a player. My brothers had always been a little too competitive, and I’d hated to lose against them. As a teen, I’d learned little tricks and could dominate most popular board games. My family and I had spent many a freezing night on ski trips shouting over someone cheating in Matchopoly.
I bit my lower lip, worrying at it.What if I disappointed them? What if I wasn’t enough for all four?
My Alphas waited for me to make the next move. Despite saying there was no turning back if I said I was truly ready, they were still holding themselves at bay, trying not to push me into anything I didn’t want. Only I did want this. Desperately, with every fiber of my being.
I looked at each of them in turn—Ryder with his commanding aura even off stage, Dixon barely containing the feral energy that made him vibrate like a plucked guitar string, Mac with his controlled desire evident in the tension of his jaw, ever the gentleman despite his unmet needs, and Tray with his sparkling eyes, a smile ever only a heartbeat away. My Alphas. My future.My home.
After a few moments of silence, Ryder extended his hand to me. “Ready to shower? If we don’t soon, I can only imagine the water bill Cat gets next month.”
“She’ll have a conniption,” I agreed, my words joking but my voice breathy.
I took Ryder's hand, letting him guide me into the steaming shower. The hot, soothing water hit my skin and began to cleanse away the remnants of The Vault. But nothing could wash away the desire pooling between my thighs.
"Room for three more?" Mac asked, his voice husky.
“Always.” I could only get the one word out. The shower was massive, a luxury multi-head system above us and massaging jets on two walls. There was more than enough space for all of us, but their bodies crowdedaround me, pressing against me from every angle. Water cascaded down muscled chests, bulging thighs, and steel-hard cocks. Tray’s tawny skin glowed light bronze, seeming to be illuminated from the inside. Dixon’s paleness was moonlight next to him. Mac and Ryder’s similarly sun-kissed skin framed me on either side.
God, help me. This was really happening.
47
TESSA
Dixon's handsfound my waist, his erection pressing insistently just above my belly button. "Fuck, I've dreamed about this," he growled, leaning down to trail his lips across my forehead before cupping my face with both hands and gently tilting my head back. He moved a little closer, dick pushing more firmly against me.
Tray stood behind me. He soaked my hair with a shower wand before working shampoo into my scalp, his nimble fingers surprisingly tender.
"Gotta get you clean before we get you dirty again," he teased, before giving my hair a gentle tug that made my head tilt. When he loosened his hold, I tried to look over my shoulder at him, but all I could see was one of his deep dimples and the tip of his curving smile. He coated my hair in a mask conditioner after rinsing the shampoo. They’d bought these amazing mango-scented curl products, and they smelled like heaven. Once the deep treatment was done, Tray worked a balm into my hair, distributing it before scrunching the slippery waves.
Mac was on my left, soap-slick hands sliding over my arm, the curve of my waist, down my thigh and calf. Ryder worked my other side in a similar fashion. They both carefully avoided where I wanted themmost.How could they be so disciplined right now?I wanted them to lose control and speed us towards climax.
"Stop teasing me," I whimpered, my body trembling between their quartet.
Tray wrapped his arms around me, pressing his body against my back. I could feel his hardness pushing down the length of my ass crack. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and resonating through my wet, naked body.
"Let go, Tessa. Don’t rush it. Just enjoy every damn second." His boyish voice fell a few octaves deeper, lust lacing his words.
My knees weakened as Dixon pressed a hand between my breasts and ran it, achingly slow, downward. He traced the left crease where my thigh met my pussy, whispered his fingers across my womanhood, and then trailed upward along the right crease. I squirmed, body pulsing desperately. I locked eyes with him, and that’s what he seemed to be waiting for—our gazes colliding as he finally ventured into that sacred space between my legs. He pushed between my swollen, throbbing lips, barely grazing my clit before retreating.
“Dammit,” I moaned in a throaty voice. Dixon only grinned in return.
“Let’s sit you down,” Ryder’s voice carried through the foggy, heated shower space. He took my elbow, and the other men parted so I could be guided towards the built-in stone bench. He turned me, and I moved like a marionette doll without a thought of my own. When he started pushing me gently down, my knees were locked in place. I was still in my head too much. Tray was right. I needed to just let go. Just enjoy every moment.
"Sit, Tessa,” Ryder said, his voice a low rumble. "Let us do everything else.”
So, I sat. And when he dropped down in front of me, pushing my knees apart so he could position between my legs, I bit my lower lip, eyes wide, and I waited.
He held out his hand, and Tray placed the shower head handle against his palm. First, Ryder positioned it over his own head, his dark hair immediately plastering against his skull while warm rivulets traceddown the firm planes of his body. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the hypnotic trails of water navigating the topography of his chest. God, his abdomen was ripple after ripple of athletic muscle. Wetness beaded against the dark trail of hair below his navel, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry despite the surrounding steam.
I was in a shower with Oblivion Haze. I was naked with Oblivion Haze.My Alphas were freaking spectacular.
I felt exposed and vulnerable and exhilarated all at once as Ryder adjusted the wand’s settings, testing the temperature against his wrist, before lowering the head to spray against my womanhood. The first touch of the water against my inner thigh made me jolt slightly. Ryder’s eyes darkened as he used two fingers to part my pussy, teasing the water against my opening before spraying it directly at my clit. He moved the shower head slowly, circling around the swollen mound. I gripped the edges of the bench; bolts of sensation already beginning to wrack my body and wreck my ability to think. I clamped my eyes shut against the uncontrollable, building waves. My ass threatened to slip off the bench and suddenly someone steadied me. I parted my damp lashes, finding Dixon on his knees to my left. He pushed me back in place against the soapy stone.
"Easy," he murmured as he ducked his head down towards my upper chest and caught my left nipple between his teeth. Slick gushed out of my body as Ryder continued to slowly move the almost too-warm stream around and around. All our bodies plumed scent into the air, our chemistries mingling and marrying one another until we were surrounded by the most sensational perfume.
I arched my back, eyes shutting again as Dixon nibbled and sucked. My body threatened to slip again, and someone else moved to the floor on my right, their hands pressing against my back and stomach. Long, lean fingers. Piano hands. Mac.
