“Behind you, Dix,” Tray’s voice pressed into my mind, the darkness behind my eyes kept exploding with little fireworks.
“Warm up,” Dixon responded, mouth off my nipple now, as if it was a code word.
I opened my eyes again, finding Tray leaning around Dixon’s body. As Dixon started kneading my breast and kissing my shoulder, Tray’s hand was massaging his pack brother’s cock from base to tip. They both froze for a heartbeat as I studied them, as if they were unsure how I’d feel about their actions. Seeing them that way shot red-hot pleasure through my groin. Taking one hand off the bench, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around Tray’s. I urged him back into motion, sliding up and down Dixon’s glossy, hot dick.
“Don’t stop,” I said, to reinforce my acceptance.Why was Tray touching Dixon so damn sexy? Had they always felt this way about one another? Why hadn’t I seen it before now?
Tray's grin was wicked as he resumed his stroking, and Dixon buried his face against my chest once more.
"Fuck, that's hot," Dixon groaned against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "Our little Omega likes watching us together.”
“I—” I moaned out the one word, as bolts of sensation stole my ability to speak. I had to gasp before rushing out the rest of my sentence. “—lovewatching.”
The shower sprayed against my clit was becoming almost too much, pleasure building to an impossible peak. My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding against the water pressure as Ryder expertly adjusted the angle. Mac's fingers traced patterns on my back while his other hand slid down to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple in rhythm with the water's pulsing.
"That's it, beautiful," Ryder murmured, his amber eyes locked on my face. "Let us see you fall apart."
I was close, so close, my entire body tensing as the orgasm built. Watching Tray's hand work Dixon's length while Dixon's mouth worshipped my skin was pushing me over the edge faster than I'd ever experienced. There wasn’t a sex toy on the planet that could replace this feeling. The combination of sensations—water, hands, mouths, the intoxicating scent of four aroused Alphas clouding around me— was everything I never knew I wanted. I could drown in the deliciousness of it all.
"I'm going to—" I gasped, just as I started to come. My body shook, and staying on the bench wasn’t an option. I slipped forward. Both Mac and Dixon’s arms were ready, waiting. They caught me, cradling me as I surrender to the pleasure. When I could open my eyes, all I could do was giggle softly and try to remember how to breathe.
Brain a little fuddled, I blinked several times. Each time I parted my lashes, something had shifted. The water was off. The shower head was back in its mount. Ryder and Tray were standing; their large erections pointed in my direction. I felt Mac move to my right, sliding his hands from beneath me so he could stand. The only arms left now were Dixon’s. He shifted my body, pulling me to him before standing. We filed out of the shower, Dixon only pausing long enough for Mac to drape a plush bathrobe over my shivering body. The entire bathroom was steamy and warm, but past the glass enclosure was just a few degrees cooler.
"You'll be ours after tonight," Dixon said quietly, his pale eyes intent on my face. "Fully, completely ours."
"I’ve been yours since the moment I arrived," I managed to reply, though my voice sounded breathless even to my own ears. "I just wasn’t ready to admit it.”
His slow smile was all Alpha satisfaction, all possessive pride. "We need to get you a ring."
“I don’t need a ring. I don’t need anything except you four.” I shook my head, wishing I could prove how little I cared for material things. I wasn’t that teen anymore, with everything handed to her on a silver platter. I’d been through tragedy, lost everything, slept on the street in a box. I’d learned that a person could do without a lot of things and still survive.
Tray moved from behind Dixon, coming into view. “You need a ring just in case some asshole doesn’t see your marks. Though,” he gave a silly, almost wolfish grin that made his dimples sink deeper than ever, “we’re going to make sure your marks are as long lasting as possible. And very visible.”
I wriggled a little at that. Sex education had warned that Alpha marks could be painful. Timing was everything.
“Don’t scare her, Tray,” Mac warned.
“I’m not scared,” I lied.
Dixon's arms tightened. He’d carried me into the bedroom, and he’d stopped us to stand next to the gigantic bed now. He didn’t need to smell the shift in my scent to know I was fibbing; the waver in my voice betrayed me enough. "What's got you worried?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. It was still hard being so exposed all the time. I couldn't hide anything from them, and I wondered if that’s how it always was with strong scent matches. Or maybe… we were just soulmates.
"It's just... the marking part. I know it can be intense,” I admitted.
"Intense, yes," Ryder said, stepping closer to us. Water still dripped from his dark hair, tracing paths down his chest that made my mouth go dry. "And it can hurt. But it’s a beautiful hurt, Tessa."
"We’d never do anything if it was just pain," Mac added, his voice gentle but firm. "Marking releases endorphins. It's biologically designed to feel good, Tessa.”
“You guys act like you’ve done this before,” I don’t know why I said it, or why I felt a little hurt.
“No, God, no,” Dixon hugged me tighter to his chest. “We just know how it’s supposed to be.”
“Okay,” I murmured, worrying my lower lip with my front teeth.
“This is our first time, Tessa,” Ryder placed his hand over mine, which were now knitted together atop the fluffy bathrobe.
“Not in the way it’s my first time,” I murmured.
