“She clearly doesn’t believe us. And this discussion isn’t over.” Ezra's voice, low. “So off with your shirt.”
My head turns. He's at my right shoulder, half a step closer than he was, his face angled down to mine. Hazel eyes steady.My teeth come together hard. So they think they can manipulate me? Bring me down with kisses, soft touches and determination.
Game on, boys.
If they want to call my bluff, I'll call theirs. I'll let Ezra take my shirt off. I'll let them keep going. The second one of them really looks at me, the second their pupils stop dilating and startseeing, the second they remember I'm not the body they want, I'll be ready. I’m not soft, or small, or vulnerable. I’m tall, muscled and too much.
“Sure,” I dare. “Take it off.”
I don't expect the heat flaring in his eyes as he lifts my shirt over my head. Slow. Cool air washes over my stomach, my ribs, my shoulders. Three pairs of eyes map me, top to bottom, like they're memorizing terrain. Here it comes. My brain bracing for the line that always comes next.Too muscular. Shoulders too broad. Too much alpha in a body that's supposed to be soft.
Lex curses under his breath, and he settles his hand warm against my shoulder. “Look at you.”
“Past looking.” Kev's voice has gone rough, his gaze dragging down my body. “Wanted to touch since you walked through that door.”
“Don't,” I say. My face burns. My scent spikes. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. “Don't say things like that.”
“We've got you flustered.” Ezra sounds delighted. Asshole. He trails his fingers down my arms. “That's adorable.”
I scoff. “Female alphas are not adorable. I have claws and I use them. That scares most males away without a glance.”
“Adorable,” Lex confirms, his thumb tracing my collarbone, finding the dip at the base of my throat where my pulse beats against his fingertip. “Also terrifying. Also the most beautiful female I've ever seen.”
“Don’t —”
He catches my chin and tilts my face toward his, gray-blue eyes serious underneath the heat. “I'm telling you the truth. That's all this is.”
They guide me backward with hands on my hips, my waist, my shoulders. My lower back hits the kitchen bench. I grip the edge and look up at them. They think they want this? That they can herd me into a corner. Well, good. Let's see how long they keep this up. Let them tire themselves out. Let them get their fill ofinteresting onceand let me have every second of it for later, alone, in the dark.
Because I’m going to need it.
“God, the visual of you right now. Do you have any idea what you do to us?” Ezra rasps.
“You wreck us.” Lex leans in, his mouth close to my ear, his breath hot. “Every single day. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you laugh at something Kev said. I have written four poems about you and burned three of them and the fourth one is the only honest piece of work I've done in a year.”
A shudder goes through me. I can't catch it back. I've read his poetry. The whole pack has copies of his last collection on the bookshelf in the living room and I picked one up the second night I was here and read it standing in the hallway at midnight and had to put it back down.
Kev's hands go to my belt. Slow. Watching my face.
“Stop me at any moment,” Kev rasps. He’s not a young man. Silver threads his dark hair, but he’s dominant. His body is hard against mine. Fine lines fan from the corners of his eyes, and a faint crease marks between his brows. He’shandsomeand I’m fucked because I noticed.
I stare at him and he works my buckle. A threat. A challenge. If he won’t back down, then I won’t either. I lift my hips and he slides the fabric down my legs, taking my soaked panties withthe denim and I’m splayed on the bench with them crowding over me.
“Look at you.” Kev's voice has gone reverent. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“And ours.” Ezra reached under me, his chest brushing my breasts, cotton soft against my skin. He finds the clasp of my bra. Pinches the clasps loose.
I look at them. I shouldn't, but I do. Lex's sleeve pushed up to the elbow, his forearm corded and veined, his hand fisted on his thigh like he's holding himself back from putting it on me. Ezra’s firm chest beneath his tight Henley. Kev with his jeans pulled tight across his thighs.
Then lower.
The heavy line of Kev’s cock is hard against the denim, thick and straining at the seam.He’s huge.My eyes drag sideways. Lex. Same. Ezra. Same.
Three of them. Hard. For me. Shouldn’t be possible.
I choke on spit.
“Are those words of permission, love?” Ezra says.
