Chapter 16 #2
Nolan puts an arm around my chair. His presence anchoring. “Then we’re agreed.”
“Yeah.” My voice is steadier than I feel. “We are.”
That’s when I notice the other thing in the air, thickening by the second: pheromones.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the way Nolan’s thumb has started moving slow circles against my collarbone, but suddenly I can smell everything—Elliot’s sandalwood, Kellen’s ocean-and-pine, Nolan’s smoky wood, and my own cherries and vanilla, rising in sweet, angry clouds.
It’s like the room itself is shrinking, trying to push us together until there’s nothing left but want.
Kellen breaks first. He turns in his chair and tugs my hand until I’m facing him full-on. “Do you know why you drive my mother insane?”
“I have a lot of guesses,” I say, but it comes out as more of a gasp.
He laughs, but then his blue eyes flash hungry. “It’s because you don’t care about the rules. You don’t even pretend to. And I fucking love that about you.”
He cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Not a palace-appropriate peck, but one that says I’d rather die than let you go. His tongue traces my bottom lip, warm and insistent. My mouth parts on a sigh, muscle memory from a place I didn’t know existed until now.
The room tilts as my alphas whisk me away to a far more private room. It’s here that Elliot is suddenly behind me, pulling my hair aside, and kissing my jaw and ear. Nolan’s big hands grip my waist, sliding me from the chair and onto his lap so that my back is pressed tight to his chest.
I reach blindly for Elliot. He meets me halfway, his lips fierce on mine.
He tastes like black coffee and stubbornness.
His hands tremble against my skin, and a muscle in his jaw ticks as he swallows hard, his pupils so wide his eyes look black instead of hazel.
I grind down into Nolan’s thigh and am rewarded with a deep, rumbling growl against my ear.
Elliot’s hands are already working at the buttons of my blouse, deft and quick, and I’m suddenly aware of how damp I am just from this—just from being wanted so openly.
Kellen then drops to his knees in front of me, unashamed, and lifts my skirt for easy access to tug my panties down with a hungry precision.
“This is insane,” I murmur.
Kellen’s mouth leaves a trail of heat up my inner thigh, each kiss lingering longer than the last. His fingers dig into the soft flesh beneath my ass and he tugs me forward until I’m perched at the edge of Nolan’s lap.
Behind me, Nolan’s grip circles my wrists, the calluses on his palms rough against my skin.
My shoulders roll back, spine arching as goosebumps race across my body.
I can’t help the small gasp that escapes when Kellen’s breath ghosts across my center.
Elliot’s fingers find the clasp of my bra.
The metal hook gives way with a soft snap that sends a shiver down my spine.
His palms slide over my skin, warm and certain.
When his thumbs brush against my nipples, I gasp.
My back arches involuntarily toward his touch.
Goosebumps rise across my chest as cherry-vanilla mingles with sandalwood in the air between us, almost visible, like heat rising from summer pavement.
Then Kellen’s tongue traces a path that makes my toes curl against the carpet.
My spine pulls away from Nolan’s chest of its own accord, a gasp catching in my throat.
Nolan’s teeth find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, the sharp pressure sending lightning down to my fingertips.
His calloused thumb circles over my clit slowly and deliberately, each movement perfectly timed with the warm, wet rhythm from Kellen below, until I’m trembling between them.
It should be too much, but instead it’s everything—years of loneliness and fear and wanting to belong, distilled into this one impossible moment.
Elliot straightens at my side. The fabric of his trousers strains, a visible ridge beneath the zipper.
I reach over. The leather of his belt slides free with a soft hiss.
His breath catches as I pull him closer, his sandalwood scent strengthening.
Nolan’s steady hands anchor my shoulders as I take Elliot into my mouth, tasting salt and heat.
A deep rumble vibrates through Elliot’s body.
He threads his fingers through my hair and tightens them with each forward motion, his hips rising to meet me in a rhythm as ancient as breath.
I can barely keep up with the sensations.
Kellen’s tongue, Elliot’s hands, Nolan’s teeth and fingers—all of them working together with no hesitation or shame.
My vision blurs at the edges, thighs shaking uncontrollably against Kellen’s shoulders.
A strangled sound catches in my throat as Elliot’s length slides deeper.
My painted fingernails grip the upholstery as I cum.
When I can focus again, Kellen’s looking up from between my legs, his lips parted, wet and swollen, one eyebrow arched as if he’s just won something precious.
Then he stands and lifts me easily when I let Elliot pop free from my mouth.
Kellen carries me to the nearest couch. Nolan and Elliot follow, stripping off shirts and trousers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Kellen sinks onto the couch and I straddle him.
My legs bracket his thighs, the fabric of the couch cool against my knees.
His mouth finds mine, tongue tracing the seam of my lips until they part.
When he finally guides himself to my entrance, the pressure makes my breath catch.
My fingers dig into the firm muscles of his shoulders, leaving half-moons from my nails as he fills me inch by inch.
His hips lift in a rhythm like tide against shore—steady and patient in their pursuit.
His gaze darts over to Elliot who stands with his cock still painfully erect.
“Help him,” I whisper to Kellen.
Kellen smirks warmly and then reaches for Elliot’s cock. He strokes it while continuing to thrust into me. The vision of my alpha pleasuring my other alpha is hot as hell.
Nolan’s body presses close behind me. His scent rushes over my senses and fuses with my own.
He’s not gentle anymore, like he’s been waiting for an excuse to lay claim to me now at last he’s been given permission.
His hands dig into my hips, guiding me down onto Kellen’s cock, while his thumbs press bruises into the soft skin above my pelvis.
My breath punches out in short, sharp bursts, and it’s not just the pain—it’s the feeling of being held together by two forces determined to own every inch of me.
Kellen’s face is flushed, the blue of his irises nearly lost to large pupils.
He’s looking up at me with reverence, but also a raw hunger while he keep stroking Elliot who has let his head fall back onto his shoulders in pleasure.
Kellen keeps his free hand on my waist and overlaps Nolan’s fingers with his own, as if only by their combined grip can they keep me from shattering apart.
Nolan’s breath is hot against the shell of my ear. “Are you ready?” His voice is guttural, vibrating in a place meant for secrets and threats.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I try to nod, but the motion is shaky, jerky, a marionette cut from its strings. Sweat beads at my temples and a trembling anticipation pulls my nerves taut as violin strings.
He slides his length between my thighs, the head nudging insistently against a place that’s never been breached before.
My whole body goes rigid. Kellen soothes his hands up my back, cooing something soft and wordless, and I try to focus on that even as my pulse races and panic flickers up my throat.
Pressure, then pain, then something else—an ache that feels like being remade, torn open and filled in the same heartbeat.
My fingers dig hard into Kellen’s shoulders, nails scoring red crescents.
My thighs convulse, muscles fluttering like trapped moths.
Kellen’s hands are gentle now, spreading over my back and sides, massaging the tension away as Nolan works himself inside me, millimeter by millimeter, his breath a constant, ragged exhale behind my ear.
When Nolan’s hips finally settle flush against my ass, he lets out a sound that’s not quite a groan, not quite a growl, and for a second, all three of us are motionless—frozen in a tableau of shared agony and ecstasy, every nerve ending a live wire.
I can feel Kellen buried inside me, hot and pulsing, and Nolan stretching me impossibly from behind, filling places I didn’t even know existed.
I’m suspended between them, claimed and owned and worshipped all at once.
“Fuck, Piper,” Kellen whispers. His hand has not stopped stroking Elliot, who is now grinding himself into Kellen’s palm. “You take us so good. You’re perfect.”
I whimper in response. Everything feels so good.
Nolan moves first, his hands tightening on my hips as he starts to thrust. The friction between them both is overwhelming—too much, addictive in a way that makes me want to sob. Kellen rocks up to meet each grind of Nolan’s body, and I’m caught between them, helpless to do anything but feel.
I can’t process it. I’m not built for this.
Except I am. Tears prick at my eyes, but not from agony—more from the rawness, the way these three have peeled me open and left nothing hidden or safe.
My whole life I’ve craved control, but here, in their hands, I relinquish it gladly. I’m theirs. And I want them to know it.
I cum hard, my body seizing between them as pleasure detonates from my core outward, white-hot and electric. It steals my breath and vision until I’m nothing but raw sensation suspended in their grip.
Nolan’s rhythm grows more frantic, chasing something only he can sense. Each thrust reaches deeper until my world narrows to the precise moment when both alphas bottom out inside me, their bodies slamming together through the thin barrier of mine.
I let out a strangled sound, part scream and part song, and Kellen catches me with a sweet, aching kiss.
Elliot’s eyes are black with need. I watch the exact instant his restraint snaps.
He comes to me, hand on my cheek, and I turn into his palm, greedy for him.
The want is molten in my veins now, a need so sharp it eclipses pride, reason, everything but the urge to take and be taken.
I open my mouth, and Elliot guides himself in.
He’s gentle, at least for the first few thrusts—one hand stroking my hair, the other bracing my jaw—but even Elliot can’t hold back forever.
I hum around him, tongue curling to taste the salt and slick.
The vibration makes him shiver. His hips start to move, and the fullness of it—the feeling of all three of them inside me, claiming every part of me at once—makes my vision go white at the edges.
My back arches, forcing Kellen deeper, and Nolan’s hands flex around my waist, holding me steady so he can drive home with even more force.
The couch is slick with sweat, the air dense with the ripe haze of our mingled scents, and I feel the raw pleasure build in my core, pressure stacking on pressure until I’m certain I’ll explode.
Elliot’s moans are strangled, desperate.
He mutters my name, then Kellen’s, then a string of filthy promises that make my toes curl against Kellen’s thighs.
Every time I swallow Elliot down, his hips jerk, and he fights for composure, but it’s clear he’s hanging on by a thread.
Nolan’s thrusts are erratic now, and the tension in his arms says he’s about to break.
Kellen’s hands roam, soothing and grounding, reminding me where I am, who I’m with.
I meet his gaze. The look in his eyes—pure adoration, pure want—nearly undoes me.
He mouths “I love you,” and even though he doesn’t say it aloud, the words land with the force of a heavy crown, the one I will bear forever.
And then, all at once, I cum again. It’s cataclysmic—every muscle spasming, every nerve ending firing at once, stars bursting behind my eyes.
My body clenches down on both Kellen and Nolan, milking them.
Nolan’s control finally snaps. He growls, deep and animal, and I feel him spill inside me, heat pulsing in waves.
Kellen’s jaw tightens and he follows, hips stuttering against me, hands clutching me like a lifeline.
The sensation is so intense I nearly bite down on Elliot, but he doesn’t mind—he seems to savor the danger, the way I drag him closer until he’s choking on his own pleasure.
His release comes quickly thereafter. I swallow it all, not letting him go until he’s spent and the room is spinning.
When it’s over, when the frenzy ebbs and the only sound left is our wild breathing, Nolan eases out first. He collapses onto the cushions, arm thrown over his eyes, hair dark with sweat.
Kellen holds me upright, and Elliot slumps to the side, resting his forehead against my shoulder as he comes down from the high.
We flop a heap on the couch. For a minute, all I can hear is panting and the distant sound of palace clocks chiming somewhere in the east wing.
I’m still shaking, every muscle jelly, brain swimming with endorphins and disbelief. I did that. We did that—right after the queen warned us to go no further.
I smirk. There’s no going back now.