Chapter 21
twenty-one
KITANIA
I perched on the couch, cuddling into Marco’s side while fidgeting with the hem of Dimitri’s white button-down that hung loose around my thighs. My bare legs were tucked underneath me as I tried to focus on the book in my lap, failing miserably. The twinkling city beyond the windows looked pretty and peaceful, but inside was anything but. Each minute that ticked by felt like an hour as I waited for my Alphas to return home.
Without all of them here, I was unsettled. The absence of their scents left an emptiness in the air I couldn’t ignore. I’d gotten used to being surrounded by them, and when we weren’t all together, I felt it.
Thankfully, Marco was here, or I was pretty sure I’d be going out of my skin. We’d eaten dinner together, played a round of cards, and watched two movies before I’d gone upstairs to soak in the tub. I’d taken extra time to scrub every inch of my skin with the expensive body wash that Gio had bought me, then washed my hair before settling into the sudsy water and soaking another hour away.
My hair hung loose around my shoulders now, still slightly damp, the ends curling as they dried. I’d foregone makeup, knowing they—especially Dimitri—preferred me bare-faced.
The choice to wear his shirt hadn’t been conscious exactly. I’d stood in my closet, hand hovering over my own clothes, before wandering to his section instead. His scent had hit me immediately, wrapping around me and easing the tension in my shoulders better than the hot water had. Before I could think twice, I’d slipped one of his pristine button-downs from its hanger and pulled it over my head. The fabric was cool against my skin, carrying a faint hint of signature with it.
My only other clothing was a pair of black boyshorts that hugged the curves of my ass, visible whenever I shifted position. After taking the extra time to paint my nails the soft pink color that Tommy loved on me, I padded back downstairs to join Marco in the living room.
His gaze drank in the sight of my bare legs with a knowing smirk.
“You look beautiful, Angel. The guys are gonna fall all over themselves just trying to get to you first. To kiss these pretty pink lips.” He tilted my face up and stole a sweet, slow, delicious kiss. “They’ll be back soon,” he whispered against my mouth, then wrapped his arm around me as I curled into his side with a random book.
“Thank you,” I murmured, snuggling into him. “For staying with me.”
Marco dropped a kiss on my temple. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We sat in comfortable silence, the minutes stretching. Marco scrolled through his phone while I pretended to read. The words were a blur, but I went through the motions, turning the pages just to keep my hands busy.
When the lock finally clicked, my heart leapt into my throat. I was on my feet before the door fully opened, the book forgotten on the cushion.
Dimitri entered first, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe. His presence dominated the room immediately, drawing my eyes to him like a magnet. Despite the late hour, he was still impeccably dressed in a black suit, though his tie was loosened at his throat, the top button of his shirt undone. His jaw was set in that way it got when he was still processing, compartmentalizing. Behind him came Gio, his hazel eyes scanning the room in that perpetually vigilant way of his, and Tommy, whose usual easy smile was absent, replaced by something more solemn.
Then Dimitri’s gaze found me.
The moment froze, suspended between heartbeats. His brown eyes locked onto mine, then swept down, taking in the sight of me in his shirt, the expanse of bare legs, the way the fabric draped across my body. I watched the change come over him—the hardness in his expression cracking, replaced by something hungry and possessive.
I felt my cheeks heat under his scrutiny, but I didn’t look away. A few months ago, I might have. But not now. Not anymore.
Gio’s eyes flicked to me and softened immediately, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. Tommy exhaled hard, a sound halfway between a groan and a sigh, and just like that, the atmosphere in the penthouse shifted.
Marco stood from the couch behind me, and I sensed rather than saw the look that passed between the brothers—some silent communication born of years together. He moved past me, squeezing my shoulder gently as he went.
I crossed the room without hesitation, drawn to them like a tide to shore. Something pulled me to Dimitri first—maybe because he still looked the most locked away, or maybe because wearing his shirt had made me crave his touch specifically.
My hand lifted to his chest, fingers light against the expensive fabric of his suit. The steady beat of his heart thumped against my palm, strong and reassuring.
“You’re home,” I said softly, the relief in my voice unmistakable.
Something in him snapped. His hands came up to cup my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a tenderness that belied the intensity in his eyes.
“It was Alec. We got him, Kitten.”
The air left my lungs in a rush, relief mixed with heartache because I knew how seriously Dimitri took loyalty. That the traitor was a man who had sworn fealty to the family, had been trusted enough over the years to be invited into Emilio’s inner circle only to betray them…
“D…” The single syllable was rife with everything I felt, but didn’t know how to say.
He moved closer, leaving no space between us.
Then his mouth was on mine, covering it completely. The kiss started slowly, almost reverently, his lips moving against mine with careful restraint. But as seconds passed, it changed, deepened. His tongue swept past my lips in a claiming stroke that made my knees weak, and his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me flush against him. I met him with the same energy, the same need.
When he finally broke away, I was breathless, my lips tingling and swollen. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and he stared at me like he was torn between apologizing and doing it again. I leaned into him, letting him know which I preferred.
I turned next to Gio, offering him the same touch, the same connection. His arm snaked around my waist immediately, pulling me against his solid chest. Where Dimitri’s kiss had started gentle and grown demanding, Gio’s was hungry from the start, like he’d been starving for me. His mouth claimed mine with a growl that vibrated through me, and his hand splayed possessively against the small of my back.
Tommy was next, but instead of going straight for a kiss, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug first, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply.
“Missed you, Butterfly,” he murmured, the nickname making my heart flutter before he ducked to claim my mouth for himself. His kiss was playful, nipping at my bottom lip before soothing the spot with his tongue, drawing a soft sound from me that made him smile against my lips.
I moved between them without doubt or hesitation, giving pieces of myself to each. They didn’t compete. They didn’t rush. They orbited me like I was the center of their universe, and in that moment, I believed it. I was the heart of this pack, and tonight, I needed to remind them—and myself—what that truly meant.
When I reached for Dimitri again, it was Gio who spoke, his voice low and laced with hunger.
“You wore that for him, didn’t you?” He nodded toward the shirt, his fingers playing with the rolled cuff at my elbow.
My cheeks flushed as I glanced down, suddenly aware of how the top buttons gaped, revealing the curve of my breasts. “I thought he’d like it.”
Dimitri’s voice rumbled behind me, possessive and dark. “I do.”
Before I could respond, his arm hooked beneath my thighs, the other supporting my back, and he lifted me effortlessly against his chest. I gasped, my arms automatically circling his neck as he cradled me like I weighed nothing at all.
He didn’t speak as he carried me toward the bedroom, and the others followed without question, a silent procession that sent anticipation skittering through my veins.
In the hallway, I caught Marco’s eye as he leaned against the wall, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He pushed off to follow us, and the heat in his gaze told me everything I needed to know.
Tonight, I belonged to all of them. And they to me.
Dimitri carried me up the stairs and into our shared bedroom, his arms solid and secure around me. The space welcomed us with its familiar comfort—the massive bed dominating the center, plush pillows stacked against the headboard, ambient light casting a warm glow over everything. He set me down carefully at the foot of the bed, keeping me perched on the edge while he stood between my knees. His eyes never left mine as he shrugged out of his suit jacket, dropping it carelessly to the floor in a way so unlike his usual meticulous nature that it made my heart race.
Behind him, the others filed in silently. I caught glimpses of them moving around the periphery of the room—Gio settling into the armchair in the corner, Tommy leaning against the dresser, Marco closing the door with a soft click. But my focus remained on Dimitri, on the intensity burning in his dark eyes as they raked over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured.
I leaned into his touch, turning my head to press a kiss against his palm. Then I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. When his hand caught my wrists, stilling my movements, I looked up at him with nothing but openness in my gaze.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered between a demand and a plea. “Please.”
Something softened in his expression—that rare vulnerability he showed only to me, only in moments like this. He released my wrists and nodded once, surrendering to me in a way I knew he never would to anyone else.
I worked his belt open, fingers more confident now, then his button and zipper. He helped me push his pants and boxers down just enough, and when I wrapped my hand around him, his sharp intake of breath was the sweetest reward.
I started slowly, exploring him with gentle touches, my eyes never leaving his face. The way he watched me, like I was performing some kind of miracle just by touching him, made warmth bloom in my chest. I dropped to my knees, looking up at him from beneath my lashes as I fisted his long, hard cock.
“Kitten,” he growled, and I smiled at the slight break in his voice. That carefully wound control was breaking, one crack at a time.
I teased him slowly, enjoying the velvet steel of him. And when I finally took him into my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding, just holding on.
“That’s it,” he breathed, strained, needy. “Perfect Omega. My perfect girl.”
His praise washed over me, stoking the fire building low in my belly. I took him deeper, using everything I’d learned about what men liked, what might make him lose control. I increased the pressure, hugged him with my lips, teased him with my tongue. Bobbing on his cock, I took my time, tempting him toward release, and when he hit the back of my throat on the next stroke, I relaxed my throat and tried something new… Something I knew I should be able to do as his Omega. I swallowed, taking him deeper, letting him fuck my throat.
Dimitri’s restraint shattered, and his hands in my hair gripped tighter as he fucked my mouth the way I wanted him to. The taste of salt and musk and man teased my tongue, and I wanted more . His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening as he approached the edge. I squeezed my fingers around his knot, giving him the pressure he needed.
When he finally spilled with a guttural groan, my name a prayer on his lips, I felt a surge of power unlike anything else. I’d done this—reduced this powerful, controlled man to trembling need. For me. Because of me.
I looked up at him through my lashes, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His eyes were molten, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He tucked himself away with shaking hands, then bent to press a fierce kiss to my forehead.
“Gio,” he called, his voice still rough, summoning his brother.
Gio was already watching us, his hazel eyes dark with arousal. He moved to the bed without hesitation, settling on the edge and beckoning me forward. I crawled toward him, then knelt between his spread legs, hands braced on his muscular thighs. His hand immediately found the nape of my neck, drawing me up and into a hungry kiss.
“Already hard from watching you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking beautiful.”
I shifted, moving to straddle his lap, the thin fabric of my boyshorts doing nothing to hide how wet I already was. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me in a slow grind against him that pulled matching moans from both our throats.
“Want to feel you,” I whispered, reaching between us and helping him free himself from his pants.
He shoved them down roughly, and I bit my bottom lip as I reached for him.
His cock was hot and hard in my hand, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him firmly, the way I knew he liked, while his hands roamed my body—caressing my thighs, slipping beneath Dimitri’s shirt to explore the curves underneath. When his fingers brushed across my nipple, I gasped, arching into his touch.
“That’s it, Sweetness,” he encouraged, voice gruff. “Take what you need.”
I worked him with increasing urgency, my hips still rolling against his thighs, seeking friction. With a rip, he tore away my underwear, tossing them to D, who pocketed them.
What was it about these guys and my panties?
I smirked, but it turned into a gasp when he removed his shirt and lifted me effortlessly, placing me over his cock.
A moan left my lips as he speared into me, using my slick to ease his way. Little thrusts gave to larger ones as he worked his way in, giving me just enough time to adjust before he fucked up into me hard and fast. He lifted and dropped me, rocking me over him in time with his movements.
When he finally came with a strangled curse, his face buried in my neck, I felt another rush of satisfaction.
I was responsible for his pleasure. Responsible for all their pleasure.
A newfound rush of confidence filled me, and I relished it. These sexy, dangerous men were unraveling for me—coming undone—and watching them fall apart in my hands, my mouth, my body… It was my new favorite addiction. I’d never felt more powerful. More wanted. And I wasn’t nearly done bringing them to their knees.