21. Bianca #3
Owen works his jaw. Weller goes still, only his rapid breathing betraying his reaction. Freddie looks gut-punched, his complexion paling.
“How many times?” Freddie asks, voice cracking.
I laugh, the sound a little too high, trying to ease the suffocating tension in the room. “Seriously? That’s what you want to know?” I shrug, feigning nonchalance despite my racing heart. “I didn’t count.”
“Estimate, Bianca,” Weller suggests, his tone edged with danger, control stripped to reveal the predator beneath.
My pulse pounds in my throat, likely visible to all of them. “I don’t know, and it’s nothing complicated… just sex. We’re not together.”
Owen makes a wounded sound. “Just sex?”
I roll my eyes at their collective alpha meltdown. “I mean, you didn’t think I was going to stay a virgin all this time, right?” The exasperation in my voice is genuine.
“He has been good to me.” I watch their faces and soften my voice despite myself. “If it helps, I wanted it to be one of you, but it is what it is.”
My words hang in the air for a moment while they process that.
“Damn it to fucking hell.” Owen’s growl reverberates through the room, a sound so primal it raises the hair on my arms.
Tristan’s mouth finds the curve of my ear, teeth grazing the delicate skin.
“Tell us what he did to you.” Every whispered syllable drags across my skin, igniting nerves and sending shivers cascading down my spine.
His grip tightens, turning possessive, determined to erase every lingering trace of someone else’s touch. “Every. Single. Detail.”
My breathing hitches, defiance flaring weakly. “You think I wrote down every encounter in my diary or somethi?—?”
“Bianca,” Owen interrupts, his voice rough and commanding. He moves swiftly, dropping to his knees in front of me, invading my space. His hands bracket my thighs, trapping me beneath his demanding gaze. “How many times did he make you come?”
What?!
My heart pounds violently, shock blending with embarrassment. “Hundreds? I don’t?—“
The room fractures. Their energy snaps instantly from simmering restraint to primal possession. Their scents clash together, overwhelming my senses, saturating the air until I can almost taste their jealousy on my tongue.
Owen leans forward, pressing his forehead against my thighs, breathing me in like a man starved. When he lifts his head to meet my eyes, his gaze burns with desperate need. It shatters what’s left of my composure.
“Can I touch you, Princess?” he rasps, his voice breaking on the final word. “Please?”
He’s kneeling in front of me, eyes black with need… like he’ll die if he doesn’t touch me right now.
It’s intoxicating.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His mouth brushes tender kisses across my knees, lips lingering softly over each scar as if they’re precious, fragile things. My breathing falters, heat building beneath my skin.
Then his grip tightens, palms pressing firmly to the inside of my knees, easing them wide open, leaving me vulnerable and trembling beneath his touch.
“Owen,” I gasp, my head tipping back helplessly against Tristan.
“Hundreds,” Owen growls, his voice ragged as he presses his face to the bare skin of my inner thigh. His breath sears through the thin fabric of my underwear, scorching my nerve endings.
“I’ll erase every single one,” he vows, eyes burning with a desperate, fierce promise. “Until the only thing your body remembers is my mouth.”
My breath catches hard. “Owen?—”
His lips press against my inner thigh, just shy of where I ache. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin.
Tristan’s hands slide up to my breasts, his mouth finding the spot behind my ear. “We’ll take care of you… promise.” His voice rumbles through me.
I’m pinned helplessly between them, Freddie and Weller drinking in the scene thirstily.
Slick heat pools between my legs, my body betraying every attempt at dignity.
“Lift,” he commands roughly.
I obey, hips rising without thought. He slips his fingers beneath the thin fabric of my panties, peeling them slowly down my thighs, deliberate and taunting.
Owen tosses the scrap of fabric directly at Freddie, who catches it reflexively, eyes widening as he fists the material.
“Spread for me.” The words are not a request but a demand that bypasses my brain and speaks directly to my body. My thighs part further without conscious thought, surrendering to the alpha command resonating in his voice.
“Fuck, look at her,” Tristan hisses against my ear, pressing his hard cock into me from behind. “Dripping already.” His fingers pinch my nipples through my dress, sending sharp pleasure down my spine.
I should slap him, shove him away, but instead, I arch into his cruel touch.
I want this too fucking much.
Their scents flood my senses, obliterating any resistance.
“Look at me while I taste what’s mine,” Owen growls, yanking my attention back to him. When our eyes lock, his lips curl into a savage smile. “I want to watch your face while I ruin you.”
The first brutal stroke of his tongue tears a scream from my throat. He devours me like a man starved, licking, sucking, his stubble scraping the tender flesh of my inner thighs.
“That’s it,” Tristan purrs, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Let us hear those pretty sounds.”
I try to form words, but Owen slides two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them against that spot that makes my vision blur, and coherent thought dissolves into animalistic moans.
This is madness, some distant part of my brain screams. This crosses every line. This unleashes a truth we can never ignore again.
“Those are the sounds of a girl who should’ve come home sooner.” Tristan’s voice is mocking, but it makes me squirm even more.
Owen fucks me with his tongue, relentless and filthy, then his fingers curl deep inside me, coaxing sounds from my throat I’ve never heard before. The muscles in my thighs twitch. I’m clinging to Tristan, nails digging into his forearms.
Tristan groans against my neck, sucking hard until pain sparks and melts into heat. His teeth drag along my throat. When I gasp, he grips my chin and turns my face to the side, his mouth crashing into mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he wants to swallow every sound I make.
I can’t fucking think.
“Fucking mine,” Owen snarls against my clit, the vibration ripping through me, triggering a brutal surge of pleasure that crashes down like a wave. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I gasp through the orgasm, wrecked and shameless. “All of you.”
Tristan shoves down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
My nipples harden instantly, and they lock onto the movement like predators scenting blood. Their gaze lands on my skin like a touch… hot, heavy, impossible to ignore.
“Fuck… You are so perfect,” Freddie murmurs, the words caught between worship and need.
He crosses the distance between us and without hesitation, he captures one nipple between his lips. The sensation of his hot mouth pulls a whimper from my throat. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak while his teeth graze the tender flesh, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
“Such a good girl for us, Bianca,” Weller watches from his chair, fingers steepled. His voice stays calm, which is at odds with the hungry darkness in his eyes. “She’s close again. Look at how her thighs are shaking.”
His commentary sends another surge of heat through me. The way he analyzes every reaction. It shouldn’t turn me on.
But it really fucking does.
“Such a needy little omega,” Tristan says against my ear, his voice dropping an octave. “Show us how you come apart.”
“Please—” I gasp. My fingers tangle in Owen’s hair, not sure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away as the pleasure builds to an unbearable level.
The room spins as another orgasm hits. Owen’s mouth works mercilessly, my body caught between their heat, surrendering to sensations I’ve denied myself for too long.
The bulge straining against his pants is unmistakable, his control visibly fraying at the edges.
“Fuck. You taste like you missed us,” Owen growls against me, the words vibrating through sensitive flesh. “Sweet and desperate. Just the way I want you.”
“I—” My voice breaks as Owen slides a third finger inside me, stretching me, filling me. “Fuck.”
I’m so sensitive… it’s too much.
The alphas act like they’d never be able to get enough. Freddie’s teeth nip at my breast, leaving marks that will bruise by morning, his other hand roughly pinching my neglected nipple.
Tristan’s lips brush against my ear, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
“Finally spreading your legs like a good fucking girl for us. Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this? You wet and whimpering, begging for it? Every. Night.” His teeth close on my earlobe, biting down hard enough to make me gasp.
“Not tonight… but be prepared… we’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, just ours. ”
A whine slips out. My hips buck involuntarily against Owen’s mouth, seeking more.
“Look how fucking eager she is,” Tristan continues, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Our little omega’s about to come all over your face again while we watch.”
“Good,” Owen growls against my flesh, the word vibrating through me. His eyes lock with mine, blazing with possession. “Give it to me, Princess. Let me have all of it.”
My release crashes through me without warning.
It's so overwhelming I’m sure my body is going to combust. A scream tears from my throat as my body arches, caught between Tristan’s chest and Owen’s mouth.
Freddie’s mouth on my breast, Weller’s burning fixation…
all of them witnessing my complete surrender.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Freddie praises against my skin.
But Owen doesn’t stop. His tongue continues its assault through my orgasm, fingers still pumping inside me, drawing out my pleasure until it edges into pain.