Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
The lounge is dark and sensual, the walls lined with blood-red, the tables and chairs along them all black, with fake candles set atop them.
At the back is a raised stage where a DJ plays some of my favorite hip-hop music, the bass bumping so hard I feel it in every extremity, especially here on the dance floor.
I’ve found a little group of Omegas who gladly let me join them on the floor where we sip our drinks and move to the music that’s far too loud to talk over this close to the speakers.
The colored lights overhead move and strobe to the beat, and I am feeling so good.
The scents of everyone in this place are a little overwhelming, but I’m learning fast that no one here smells as good as Will, Asher, and Matthew do to me.
That has to mean something, right?
I don’t know if my plan is going to work, but even if it doesn’t, I’m determined to have a good night.
I had thrown on a black spaghetti-strap tank and dark green plaid mini-skirt, freshened up my makeup, tossed on a coat, and left the B&B in a whirl, having booked a car as I went up to my room.
The car was in the driveway waiting for me when I went out the door.
The whole drive, I’d been lost in thought, wondering if I was making the right decision.
What if they didn’t take the proverbial bait? What if they thought I wasn’t interested in them and left to prowl for some stranger to get my rocks off?
But, when my body goes warm, my breath catches, I know that it did work.
They’re here.
Vanilla bean carries on the air, followed by warm amber notes, and finally, patchouli.
I’m suddenly concerned that Matthew is here, even if the lounge isn’t overly crowded tonight. But he made the decision to join them, so I’m hoping that means he’s prepared.
As their scents grow stronger, I bite my bottom lip and keep my back to the entrance. I may be swaying my hips a little more than I had been, but fuck if I care.
They’re here. My Alphas.
That’s what they are, right? They have to be. They came for me.
When walls of heat form at my back, I know it’s them, just as I know it’s Asher who wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his tall frame before dipping his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deep and powerful enough that it’s a borderline snarl.
“Naughty Omega,” he breathes into my ear, pulling my ass against the hard bulge in his pants, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through my whole body.
Then Will is there in front of me, the look on his face makes me wonder how I ever thought of him as an innocent young guy. This Will is all man as he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam over my form. The move makes me moan, my thighs clenching against the heat forming between them.
“Come,” Will says, gesturing with his head to a dark corner beyond the other side of the dance floor.
My drink is taken from my hand as I’m led into the darkness, Asher’s arm never leaving my body. Not one grain of my being is frightened, all my trust invested in these three Alphas.
In the dark alcove, Will opens a door and a light flicks on beyond it before I’m pushed into the room, the door closing securely behind us before I’m spun around to face all three of them.
We stand in a small utility closet, Matthew against the door we’d passed through, Asher and Will standing in front of him, side by side, only inches from my shivering body.
Asher looks down at me like he’s an animal ready to strike, and Will’s expression is that of someone starved. When I look at Matthew, there’s strain on his face, and I’m not sure if there’s something wrong or if it’s the overwhelming scents mingling in the air of this tight room.
Because that is what’s happening. All four of our scents are rising, and it’s mixing with my arousal, breath hitching in my lungs, wetness forming between my legs.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Will steps right into my space, his hand clasping my upper back and pulling me against him where I feel his stiff cock against my stomach, and groan.
His other hand comes up to fist my hair at the roots before yanking my head back to look up at him. “Words.”
I can barely breathe. “Y-yes.”
He loosens his hold on my hair, those sapphire eyes dropping to my lips a moment before he leans in to capture them with his own. His lips, so soft and gentle, part to let his tongue run across the seam of my mouth, drawing a whine from my throat when I allow him access.
Will groans, his tongue swirling and dancing with mine, and I fist his button-down shirt, pull him closer.
I want him. I need him inside me, joined with me.
But he pulls away, and I cry out in complaint, reach for him.
His fingers press to my lips to quiet me as he looks over his shoulder at Matthew.
He’s looking a bit more comfortable, if aroused, as he bobs his head at Will, who does the same to Asher, some silent exchange between the three of them that excites and frustrates me at once.
What are they saying?
I don’t have to wonder long when Asher approaches, yanking his jacket off as he does, then gripping my face in his hands and pulling my lips to his and feeding on them like he needs my kiss to stay alive.
In a whirl, his fingertips move to my belly, where they skim my skin, drawing mewls from me as he pulls my shirt up over my bra, then grips my covered breasts with a groan.
Sighing, my thighs spread, automatically seeking his touch—any of their touches.
Slick seeps from my core, pooling in my panties, the scent filling the air as my brain begins to haze.
“Please,” I gasp, hands gripping my skirt and pulling it up to reveal the black lace beneath.
There’s a collective groan when I do, and Asher falls away from me, dropping to his knees in front of me with the most guttural groan I’ve ever heard.
When he leans in close to my core, he breathes, “Temptress,” and sighs so close, his hot breath is like fire against my slick.
“Enticing me with this pussy.” His lips move against my panties, a whine building deep in my chest. “With your delicious scent.” He presses a kiss to my clit through the lace, and I hiss, knees growing weak.
Then Will is behind me in a flash, holding my body up, his warm hands splayed just below my breasts, my back to his chest. My hips move forward on their own, seeking Asher’s mouth, my whine becoming hitched.
“Do it.” Matthew’s command is low, clear, and Asher sighs between my legs before hooking the panel of my panties with one finger and pulling it to the side, drawing a strangled cry from my throat.
“Gods, Izzy,” Asher whispers before placing an open-mouthed kiss to my labia on the right, then slowly moving to the left to do the same.
My slick seeps from my core, and Asher moans against my flesh, my body rigid with anticipation as Matthew finally draws near.
I turn my pleading gaze to his mismatched eyes, so familiar, so filled with lust as he looks down at me, those eyes barely flicking across my face before he leans in, almost brushing his lips against mine, then pulling back.
A strange sound fills the space, and I realize it’s me, protesting.
I want him so fucking much. My Matthew.
“Where’s my girl?” he asks, voice low, calm, never taking his eyes off mine.
Where’s…?
That haze that had settled around my brain begins to clear, ever so slightly. I reach up with one hand and stroke Matthew’s bearded cheek while lowering the other into Asher’s soft, dark hair.
“Make me come.”
There’s the smallest twitch of a smile on Matthew’s face before he says, “There she is,” and swoops in to claim my lips at the same time as Asher’s tongue flicks against my clit, making me cry out in pleasure into Matthew’s mouth.
Matthew’s hands slide up to cradle my face, my hand slides to the back of his neck.
The sensation of his familiar kiss, along with the way Asher kisses my pussy excruciatingly slow, makes my body heat up and writhe.
That’s when Will’s hands slide up from my stomach, over my bra, where they grip my breasts, drawing another whine from me.
Then, like they’re using that telepathic link I swear they have, Will pulls the cups of my bra down and pinches my nipples at the same time as Asher slides his fingers inside me, curling them into that special spot that sets fireworks off in my brain.
I’m screaming into Matthew’s mouth, breathing in our combined scents through my nose and holding it in my full lungs, until the pleasure makes me dizzy and I—