Chapter 52 #3
I simply grin against his pulse and shift my knees up farther so that I can grind harder against his thickening length.
"Dammit, I wanna watch," Kylian complains from the front seat.
In my peripheral vision, I see Colter pull up his phone and start taking a video of me.
"Naughty omega," Ridge mutters, but I can hear the smile in his tone before he digs his fingertips into the flesh of my ass and whispers, "Show the others just how naughty you can be."
My head rises slowly, and our gazes lock, twin pools of desire. My tongue drags across my sensitive lips. I grind against him slowly again, but I swivel my gaze to look over at Luka, who has turned in his seat, seat belt straining as he drinks in the sight of me on his packmate's lap.
Sliding up and down again, need soaking my panties, I stare at my brown-haired alpha as I plant both my hands on Ridge's shoulders for better leverage.
Lifting my ass up, I arch my back just a bit before asking Luka in a wispy tone, "Can you help take these panties off?"
Quick as a flash, he's unbuckled and pressed up beside us, hands reaching for my hips, thumbs hooking beneath the hem of my lacy undergarment and sliding it down.
The drag of the lace is a sensual tickle that makes me writhe, on the verge of a needy whine, but I use Ridge's lips to swallow the noise.
I kiss him. Hard.
He immediately wrests control from me, his tongue darting out, his hands coming up to cup the back of my head and angle me the way he likes.
Meanwhile, Luka's dragged the panties down so they tease my ankles, stretched tight. But instead of unstrapping my heels and sliding the panties off, he leaves them in place. Trapping me.
God, that's hot.
As Ridge distracts me with feral, ferocious kisses, Luka's broad hands slide back up my thighs and shoves up the thin material of my sun dress.
Teeth drag along my hip as one of his hands slides around to my inner thigh.
The threat of his bite contrasts the smoothness of his caress, and desire coils tighter inside of me, pressure building. Need intensifying.
I cry out against Ridge's mouth when Luka's fingers finally slide up my center, a smoldering mess left in their wake. Slick gushes freely as two of my scent matches manhandle me.
"So wet," Luka praises before his teeth tease again with a shallow bite that only serves to heighten my senses.
Every inch of my skin reacts to the air itself with frenzied need as I gasp, breaking off my kiss with Ridge to take in sharp pulls of air.
Hands cup my breasts through my dress, lifting their weight, thumbs grazing across my nipples.
Ridge's expression is incredibly self-satisfied as he teases me, deliberately pushing me toward the brink. And I can't help but love his arrogant self-assurance even as I want to undermine it.
But Luka's ministrations ensure I can't. He drags two fingers down either side of my opening and then spreads them apart before gliding back up. The sensitive exposure and continuous touch are my undoing.
My eyelashes flutter and my eyes close as a ragged breath leaves me. Ripples of pleasure radiate through my pelvis and up my spine.
But I need more. Both my mates are too slow and languid for the impatient tidal wave that's building behind my belly button. I want the disaster to hit already, the fierce swirl to sweep through me and carry me away.
I lift my hand from Ridge's shoulder and move it down toward my belly.
But his own hand shoots out and encases my wrist. "Oh no, omega. You don't get to touch yourself. Your orgasms come from us now. Only us."
He drags my hand back up and plants it on the bench behind him, doing the same with my other hand, until I'm braced on the seat instead of his shoulders.
Then, with a slowness designed to torture me, he slowly trails a single fingertip along the collar of my dress.
When he reaches the lowest point, his hand dips inside, and he delves beneath my bra, pulling my breasts out one at a time, propping them on the cups, dragging the dress collar so that it frames them from below.
Each motion is careful, just enough to send tiny filaments of electricity zinging through me. But not enough to ignite the smoldering need that's growing fiercer every second.
Ridge's eyes flick to Luka in silent communication. And then the leader of Alpha Team X dips his head. His warm, wet mouth encases one of my nipples as Luka drags a soaked finger in a circle around my clit.
My lungs catch fire while my hips buck, and I clench onto the seat of the SUV as if my life depends on it.
Ridge responds by sucking harder, his tongue darting, a hand rising to cup my other breast. And Luka tightens his circles, spiraling that finger inward as his teeth drag down my hip.
Their scents explode with lust, and I shatter with a scream, splitting and spilling, toppling like a building, wrecked and annihilated by my mates until my mind is rubble. Destroyed in the best way possible.
I collapse onto Ridge's lap, a soaking mess full of smiles.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"Oh, don't thank us yet, baby. That was just the start."