Chapter 13
Dameon kneels between my thighs. The edge of the gray sofa provides a narrow perch while my legs stay spread wide, my fingers holding my dripping folds open for him.
He leans in and the warmth of his breath hits my sensitive skin before his tongue even touches me.
He lingers there for a heartbeat, breathing me in, his nostrils flaring as he shakes with the effort of staying still.
The first touch of his tongue drags slowly from the bottom of my opening all the way to my clit.
The friction makes my toes curl into the cushions. He licks with the clear intent to taste every drop of the thick, hot slickness coating my skin. A moan leaves my throat while I grab a handful of his blonde hair, pressing his head harder against me to make sure he gets a face full.
The other three men stand in various states of undress.
They wait for a signal, their eyes wide, and their bodies tense with a need that fills the room.
Dameon continues his work, his tongue circling my clit with a rhythmic, wet pressure that drowns out the noise in my head.
Pleasure spikes up my spine, the friction of his tongue sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
"Strip for me. All of you. I want to see exactly what you hide behind those uniforms. I’ve only seen glimpses through a camera." My voice rings cold, stopping any chance of an argument.
I watch them through the haze of my arousal while my fingers continue to spread my folds for Dameon’s tongue. One by one, their shirts fall to the floor, revealing their muscled chests. Then come the pants, falling in heaps around their ankles.
Dameon’s pace increases, his tongue flicking faster and harder against my clit. Tension builds in my hips, a solid pull that drags everything toward the point of contact. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the first real climax of the week ripples through me.
My back arches and my heels dig into the sofa cushions while my core clenches around nothing. The release hits with a blunt, overwhelming force that leaves me shaking and breathless. Dameon stays there until the tremors fade, his tongue licking away the final traces of the release.
My hand drops from his hair while I look down at him. "Dameon, get up. Take your clothes off, too."
He obeys, standing and shucking his remaining clothes until he joins the semi-circle of naked Alphas. Every scar stands out in the dim light, but mostly their cocks claim my attention. The sight offers a lot to process, a wall of white skin and rigid, tensed muscle that stands fully aroused.
Micah stands first in line. With the long, lean body of a runner, all his muscles stay well defined. His cock matches his height, long and stiff as the head curves slightly toward his belly, pre-cum drips from the tip. I watch it trail down his shaft to the knot beginning to swell at the base.
Dameon takes the opposite stance. He carries the build of a tank, his chest broad and covered in light blonde hair.
His cock is massive, a powerful length that strains upward against his belly and twitches with every breath he takes.
Tight and full, his balls appear ready to burst under the pressure of his own arousal.
He functions as the pack muscle. The heart-eyed skull tattoo on his ribs stands out while his chest heaves with every frantic breath.
Theo stands next to him, his long blonde hair falling over his shoulders.
Vulnerability defines his frame; his gray eyes appearing soft even as his body betrays his hunger.
His cock offers a manageable size, a solid, stiff length with a gentle curve and a knot that doesn't show the same intimidation as the others.
He presents the safest bet for the first time, a way to ease the ache without getting split in half.
Finally, my gaze settles on Reid. He looms as the largest of them all, a wall of dominant muscle. His cock threatening to tear me apart with a thick and dark pink length that stands at full attention. His jaw holds a hard line while he fights the instinct to just grab my legs and dive in.
The ache in my blood demands an end to the wait. "Theo, come here. I want you first. Your knot offers the least painful option, and I need this ache to stop."
Theo moves with a slow, hesitant stride toward the gray velvet sofa while the other three Alphas stand like statues in the dim light.
He settles onto the cushions with his knees thrown wide, his large hands resting on his thighs.
Soft eyes look up at me. I stand between his legs and look down at the stiff, rigid length of him.
My naked skin feels the cool air of the penthouse for only a second before the ache in my body demands closer proximity.
My fingers trail over his shoulder. "Theo, sit back and stay still."
The focus shifts to Micah, who still stands near the kitchen island with his hands fisted at his sides.
Desperation fills his blue eyes while they track the way the slickness runs down my thighs.
“Micah, get your bag. I know you carry condoms for the other residents.
Get them out and bring them to the sofa right now. "
Micah flinches at the command, his Alpha pride clearly chafing under the reminder of his duties.
He doesn't argue, though. He reaches for the small black bag resting on the marble coffee table behind him and brings it to the edge of the sofa.
He pulls out a handful of condoms, the metallic crinkle of the plastic loud in the quiet room.
He looks at Reid, then back at me, his jaw tightens.
Reid takes a step forward, the light of the city skyline catching the hard lines of his bare chest. He reaches out as if to touch the sofa near my hand, his expression full of a strained worship.
"Zora, please. Let us make this right. We want this to feel like a reunion, not a transaction.
Let us show you the love we have carried for fifteen years.
We wanted this moment to be special for you. "
A hollow laugh bursts from me, making all of them tense.
"If you wanted it to be special, you shouldn't have spent weeks watching me like a lab rat through a camera lens.
You missed the chance for romantic moments the second you put a sensor in my smoke detector.
Now shut up and fix the ache you caused. "
The silence that follows smothers the room.
Reid pulls his hand back as if burned, the blue-gray in his eyes dark with guilt.
He looks at the floor, and his blonde hair falls over his forehead while he accepts the cold reality of my rejection.
I turn back to Theo, who waits on the sofa with his heart hammering against his ribs.
My hand gestures toward the Alpha on the couch. "Give one to Theo, Micah."
Micah tosses a condom to Theo, who catches and opens it before sliding it over his rigid, straight length. Once the latex settles into place, I climb into Theo’s lap.
I straddle his thighs, my folds pressing against his stomach. My hand reaches down and grabs his dick, the stiff length of him like a hot iron in my palm.
The broad, wet head nudges at my opening. The mere touch makes my vision blur for a second; none of the Betas I was with in the past even come close to Theo’s size, and he’s the smallest of the bunch.
I ease myself onto his length, my entrance stretching to accommodate the rigid girth of him. He slides in deep, the wet, dense drag of the entry echoing through the room.
My arms wrap around his neck to pull him close, our chests pressing together while I take almost all of his cock. His knot at the base prods against my opening, threatening to stretch me further. He sits stiff under me, his hands at his sides as if he’s afraid to do anything.
I lean forward and place my lips next to his ear. "Now you move with me, Theo. Don't you dare stop until the ache is gone."
He begins a steady, rhythmic thrusting that goes deep inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders and my head falls back while the friction works its magic on the ache in my belly.
The other three men stay still, their cocks twitching while they watch the blonde hair of their pack brother mingle with mine. They all acted as part of the deception, and now they have to watch the reality of the girl from the yard taking exactly what she needs.
Theo groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through my chest. He fights his own urge to race toward the finish, his hands gripping the sofa cushions until his knuckles turn white.
My hips grind against his lap, my core clamping down on his length with a desperate strength.
Every upward thrust brings the latex against my sensitive clit, the artificial texture creating a stark contrast to the heat of his skin.
Slickness flies between our bodies, a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that fills the silence.
Theo’s pace increases as his control begins to fracture.
He throws his head back, his blonde hair brushing against my arms while he drives into me with a blunt, unrelenting force.
My insides twitch and spasm around him, the build-up to the climax hitting me like a freight train.
Over his shoulder, Dameon’s dark, massive cock strains while he watches us.
His eyes track the movement of my hips, the raw lust on his face matching the demand in my own blood.
My head tilts back and my spine arches as Theo drives fully into me.
He pushes past the usual limit, his knot forcing my opening to stretch wide as he sinks to the hilt.
A choked sound leaves his throat while he locks us together, the searing heat of his release flooding my core.
We stay frozen in that tensed lock until the rigid muscle finally lessens, allowing his weight to settle deeper against me.