North draws back just enough to leave me breathless and shaking. His thumb drags once across my cheek. “If any part of you wants to stop, you let us know.”
I clutch at his shoulders, already shaking my head. “Don’t you dare, North.” My voice breaks on him. “I will lose my mind. Please. Please?—”
His eyes darken, the corners of his mouth curling upward in the sexiest grin. “Good girl.”
Luca cups my jaw and turns my face to his, and then his mouth is on mine. It’s deep and possessive enough to make me moan straight into his mouth. His tongue slides past my lips, demanding, and I open for him because there is no point in pretending I can resist any of this. Luca kisses like a man with a dark streak and zero interest in hiding it… He wants me dazed and breathless, unable to remember my own name by the time he’s done.
Ace’s mouth finds my throat at the same time. His lips drag slowly over my skin while his hands slip beneath the robe at my shoulders and start peeling it down, inch by inch. Luca is all heat and force at my mouth, while Ace is the opposite kind of dangerous—unhurried, deliberate, like he knows exactly how badly every second is working on me. North is helping with the robe, just watching, grinning.
The robe slides lower, then lower still.
Luca and North slip it free altogether, and it pools around me on the bed. I’m bare on the bed between three men. I should feel exposed. Instead, I feel chosen and surrounded in the best, most ruinous way.
I break from Luca’s mouth with a gasp, chest heaving.
“You’re all wearing,” I say, trying and failing to sound composed, “an offensive amount of clothing.”
Ace laughs against the side of my neck. “Is that your formal complaint?”
“It’s a very serious one.” I’m breathless, my skin tingling all over, desperate to have them plastered against me, inside me… God, this is ridiculous how much I crave them.
“Easy fix,” Ace says, already off the bed and on his feet. Luca and North do the same.
I snatch the pillow into my lap because my hands need something to do as I wait for them, while I gawk at them undressing, taking my lower lip between my teeth, admiring every inch of them.
Ace drags his shirt over his head in one clean motion, and my eyes hook on the lean, sharp lines of his muscles, the hard definition through his chest and abs. He drops the shirt, shoves off his jeans and briefs, and stands there in absolutely nothing. And of course my gaze falls right to that huge erection. I’m already salivating. He’s so hard, and it’s sticking upright, the head red and that thick vein seeming to pulse.
Luca pulls his shirt off as if he’s stripping and tosses it somewhere across the room. So many muscles, the incredible V at his hips that makes me wild. A dusting of blond hair trailing down his stomach and that ink winding over his left arm. By the time his jeans hit the floor, leaving him naked, I have the pillow pressed to my mouth because I moan into it at that perfect cock with ever the slightest angle to the right, which rubs me so seductively when he takes me.
North is watching me admire the men and grinning. Then he unbuttons his shirt one button at a time, clearly needing to make a show of it, and the restraint of it is somehow worse than if he’d just torn it off. Eyes on me the whole time. Auburn hair falling slightly over his forehead. Those broad shoulders, that scar at the side of his ribs, the ink on his forearm. Everything about him sayscontrol, even now, even half naked in a pink room while I’m coming apart from just watching him.
He lets the shirt fall onto the chair, then undoes his belt while kicking off his boots. He drops it all in one go, standing back up to reveal that impressive double-knotted cock. Goddammit, I’m shaking at just the promise of having those three Alpha dicks inside me… I’m so filthy and I love it.
“Move the pillow, Adelaide,” North commands. His voice has dropped half an octave into something rougher with an edge to it, and I am going to remember it on my deathbed.
I shove the pillow aside, no longer hiding myself.
Three predatory gazes roam across my body, my nipples hardening and the slick between my thighs pooling again. It doesn’t take long to get me worked up, evidently.
“Get on the bed,” I whisper. “All of you.”
Ace moves first, but only by a fraction. The second I say it, all three of them come for me at once, and the bed dips hard beneath the combined weight of them climbing onto it around me.
It’s immediate chaos.
Ace is at my mouth before I can catch a full breath, kissing me hard and hungrily like he’s still wrecked from the thought of losing me. Luca’s hands are already at my waist, dragging me deeper into the pillows, while his mouth finds my breast, taking a nipple between his lips, leaving me moaning.
North comes in close on my other side, one big hand spreading over my lower stomach to hold me still while his lips press just below my collarbone, slower than the other two, but no less devastating for it. His hand slides lower between my thighs, which naturally fall open for him. Fingers press past my soaking lips, slipping in over my clit, teasing me, rubbing. I’m writhing beneath them, unable to get enough.
I’m surrounded in one violent, glorious rush of heat and hands and mouths, and my body gives up any pretense of coping.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Ace whispers against my mouth. His hand fists in my hair, not hurting, just needing. “I thought I was too late.”
“You weren’t.” I gasp as Luca’s teeth scrape lightly over my breast at the exact same moment that North pushes two fingers into me. And I’m moaning out, arching.
North’s mouth moves lower, onto my other breast, pulling at my nipple with his lips, and I’m loving all their attention, lost in the rhythm of his fingers pumping into me. Their hot breaths cover me.
The whole room goes sharp and fever-bright.
