16. TATI
Chapter sixteen
TATI
My skin feels too warm, my breathing a little too shallow. The weight of their attention is heavy. I shift slightly, trying to adjust my position, but Ashton’s hand just tightens the faintest bit on my thigh, his thumb brushing over the fabric of my shorts. Whatever they’ve started talking about fades into the background as Ashton’s hand continues to inch upward.
Carleen says something sharp and witty, and Ashton laughs, a low sound rumbling from deep in his chest but then her gaze snaps back to me, her lips curling into something wicked. She leans forward, setting her whiskey glass down on the table with a soft clink. “Something wrong, sweetheart?” she asks, her voice low and syrupy smooth, dripping with knowing amusement.
I try to force a casual laugh, but it comes out thin. Ashton’s hand is sitting inches from the apex of my thighs—his thumb tracing idle circles that are doing absolutely nothing to help the ache building low in my stomach. I reach down, my fingers curling gently around his wrist, holding him in place—not pulling him away, just… anchoring myself.
“Carleen,” I murmur, my voice trembling slightly. “Are you… are you okay with this?”
Carleen’s lips pull into a slow, satisfied smirk. She tilts her head slightly, her dark brown eyes glinting in the neon glow of the club lights. “Oh, Tati,” she purrs, her voice dipping even lower, “just because I need to move slow doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching my Beta being taken care of.”
My stomach flips and something in my chest snaps at her words. I feel Ashton’s chest rise and fall against my back as he chuckles softly, his voice low and gravelly against the shell of my ear. “You heard her, little doe.”
His hand shifts slightly beneath mine, his thumb now brushing higher, catching the seam of my shorts between my thighs. I’m breathing too fast, my body wound so tightly I might snap in half if anyone so much as breathes on me. But then Ashton leans in, his breath hot against my ear, and—oh goddess—he drags his lips up the side of my neck.
My head tilts on instinct, my throat exposed, my breath hitching as a sound escapes me—soft and breathless and completely involuntary. Ashton pulls back just enough to murmur, his voice a low rasp, “Do you want me to stop, little doe?”
I can feel Ryder’s gaze on me. Carleen hasn’t looked away, her brown eyes locked onto mine with unwavering intensity. The air feels thick, electric, like the moment before a thunderstorm cracks open the sky. For a long, fragile moment, no one moves. No one breathes. And then, still holding Carleen’s gaze, I shake my head slowly. “No,” I whisper.
Ashton groans softly behind me, the sound reverberating through my chest as his hand squeezes my thigh gently. Ryder leans back slightly, his icy blue eyes glimmering with approval, his lips curving into the faintest smirk.
"You look stunning tonight, Tati," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. He presses two fingers against my clit, my back bowing forward as I set my drink down and grip the edge of the table. It’s going to be impossible to keep my mouth closed and even if Euphoria is a sex club, I’ve never partaken in anything like this.
I don’t have to worry, though, Ryder slowly reaching over to wrap his large hand around the front of my neck. He tugs me forward just a little, twisting my torso to face him. “May I?” He asks, his voice several octaves deeper, a rasp to his words as his gaze dips to my lips and then returns to my eyes. I nod, unable to form words, my heart pounding in my chest.
His lips meet mine, gentle at first, but soon demanding, hungry. I melt into the kiss, my hands gripping the edge of the table as he explores my mouth. As the kiss deepens, Ashton's fingers resume their journey, slipping inside my shorts. I gasp into Ryder's mouth as those long, skilled fingers brush against my soaked panties, teasing my clit through the thin fabric. My body arches involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.
"Fuck, Tati," Ashton whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so wet." His fingers push aside the flimsy barrier of my panties, and he slides two fingers into my throbbing heat. I moan, the sound muffled by Ryder's demanding kiss.
Ryder pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Ashton's hand move between my legs. "Let go, Tati. We've got you."
His words are like a trigger, releasing the tension I've been holding. I tense as Ashton's fingers curl inside me, hitting all the right spots. His thumb circles my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m on the edge, teetering between ecstasy and the fear of being so exposed.
"Easy, baby," Ryder whispers, sensing my hesitation. "It's okay, we're here for you."
I nod, my eyes flitting between the two men, seeking reassurance. Ashton's fingers still, Ryder's hand on my neck providing a sense of grounding. I take a shaky breath, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the impending orgasm.
"It's okay, Tati," Carleen's soft voice floats across the table. "Let it happen. We want to see you lose control."
Her words, laced with desire, push me over the edge. I arch my back, pressing my body into Ashton's hand, seeking more of his touch. He obliges, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, stroking my sensitive flesh. Ryder's hand tightens on my neck, his thumb rubbing soothingly as if to say, I've got you .
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing my breath and rendering me speechless. I moan, a raw, primal sound, as my body convulses around Ashton's fingers. Ryder's mouth covers mine, swallowing my cries, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of my release.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I slump back in the booth, my body boneless and my mind spinning. I felt exposed, raw, and utterly satisfied. Ashton withdraws his hand, his fingers glistening with evidence of my pleasure. He raises them to his lips, sucking them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Tati, my little doe," he purrs, his voice thick with emotion. "You taste incredible."
I manage a weak smile, my heart overflowing with affection for these three people who make me feel so desired. Carleen's eyes are locked on Ashton's fingers, her lips parted, and her breath coming in shallow gasps. Before I can blink, Ashton is offering his fingers to my other Alpha, Carleen giving an experimental lick before cleaning them off.
And now I need more.
The moment she’s done, I settle on my knees and lean across the table, pulling Carleen into a kiss of our own. I can taste myself on her lips as she cups my cheeks in her hands. Goddess, this is everything . Pleasure is still thrumming through my body and the fantasies of me beneath one or more of these Alphas is now the only thing I want.
Soon, I tell myself.
“That was amazing,” I mumble as I sit back in my seat, Ashton dragging me into his lap and nestling his face in the curve of my shoulder. Ryder hands me my drink, Carleen smiling from across the table, content. I may only have a few more minutes before Eugene yells at me for slacking off but I’m going to cherish every last second.