Chapter 27
Harper
Everett tips my chin up, his fingers rough, but gentle at the same time. His demanding eyes are on me, and I couldn’t look away from him if I wanted to. Right now, that’s the last thing I want.
My instincts are in overdrive, and the need to do as this Alpha wants is strong. He doesn’t even have to tell me to look at him for it to happen, the command is written in every line of his body language, and I’m caught.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a growl. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Is this what you really want?”
I nod, frantic. I’m already panting, already shaking from the sheer amount of need coursing through me, and I don’t know how he could think this isn’t what I want right now.
“Please, Everett,” I pant. “I’m so tired.
I’m so tired of carrying everything. I’m tired of being the strong one, the protector, the planner.
I’m just really fucking tired of handling everything on my own.
I don’t want this to be another thing I have to manage alone.
Please. I don’t want to be in charge tonight, and I don’t want to think.
I just want to feel. I just want—” My voice breaks a little, but I swallow hard and force myself to keep going.
“I just want you to take care of me for a while.”
Something flashes in Everett’s eyes, and there’s a small shift in his expression. The neutrality gives way to something dark and controlled, but it’s barely there.
It’s in his voice too when he says, “You don’t have to be in charge anymore. We’ll take care of you. All you need to do is take what we give you.”
I nod again, biting my lip hard. At this point, I’m barely holding myself together, but Everett saying that gives me permission to let go finally. Something that was tight and coiled inside me finally snaps, and I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a long time.
“Come here,” Everett says. There’s a command in it, but even if there wasn’t, I would have obeyed.
He leads me over to the bed and sits me down, and at a look from him, Cash and Lincoln move in as well.
All of them have a similar expression on their faces, heated and intense, and I look up at them, waiting and wanting. Luckily, they don’t draw it out. Everett nods, and all three of them move in, their hands suddenly everywhere.
They touch me just to touch me, but also to start peeling me out of my clothes. Cash hikes up the skirt of my dress, getting it over my hips so he can pull it over my head.
Lincoln’s hands are there to unsnap my bra and ease it over my arms before tossing it away. My socks and shoes are removed, and even my ponytail is taken down, letting my hair fall around my shoulders.
Their hands are warm and calloused, reverent and patient. Even though there’s a burning urgency in me, they don’t seem dictated by it, and something about that makes it easier to bear.
Lincoln’s mouth finds my neck, and the sudden shock of that touch makes me moan, low and needy. I tip my head to one side, giving him more space to work with, and he presses his tongue to the warmth of my skin in reward.
Big hands—Everett’s—palm my breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples lightly. I arch into the touch, already breathing harder while Cash moves behind me and starts tracing lazy, distracting patterns down my spine.
All of it sparks more heat inside me, and I flush, suddenly embarrassed by them seeing me like this.
My scent is thick with heat, filling the air and drowning everything else out.
I haven’t shaved in a while, figuring no one was going to be seeing me anyway, and I’m a mess, sticky and wet with arousal.
That doesn’t stop Lincoln from kissing his way down my shoulder and then coming around to drop to his knees in front of me.
He spreads my legs wider and settles between them before using his hands to spread my pussy open for him as well. He looks at me like I’m a gift, like I’m everything, and my heart pounds in my chest.
“You’re perfect,” he groans, his eyes flicking up to my face. “Every inch of you.”
All I can do is swallow hard and curl my toes against the floor.
He dives in without warning, or maybe I just lose time between him looking at me and his face buried in my soaking wet pussy.
But either way, the next thing I know, he’s practically devouring me.
He tongues at my slit like he wants to savor every drop of wetness he finds there, and then uses his fingers to spread me open wider.
Lincoln groans as he eats me out like he’s starving. Like there’s nothing he wants more than to feast on me for the rest of the night. His tongue works in slow circles, getting warmed up even more than I already am, and then he alternates to fast licks that set me on fire.
I cry out, arching against him, and when that grinds my pussy more against his face, he moans like that was exactly what he wanted to happen.
His fingers grip my thighs, holding me open, and before I know it, Everett and Cash are joining in. Their hands roam over me, calloused and warm, touching from my neck to my breasts.
Cash ducks his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and I spasm in place, a rush of heat coursing through me at the way that feels.
Everett follows his lead, taking the other side, cupping my tit so he can lift it and suck hard.
My head spins with it, with the pleasure that I can’t do anything to fight, and I try to stay quiet at first. I don’t know how loud is too loud, and even though the Alphas’ closest neighbors are nearly a mile away, I don’t want to scream loud enough to bring the house down.
But that’s not good enough for Lincoln, apparently. I bite down on my lip hard, and he seems to take it as a personal challenge to make me be louder.
I clench hard, and he keeps licking, growling a little as he suckles on my clit.
When he pulls back, his lips are shiny with my arousal, and that sends another pulse through me.
“Let go,” he says, his voice low and hoarse already. “I want to feel it when you lose control. I want to suffocate in your thighs.”
“You don’t—” I gasp out, shaking my head.
His fingers dig in a little firmer, and he pierces me with a look. “It would be a damn good way to go,” he insists.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Everett adds, his breath hot where it ghosts over my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. You make the sweetest noises, and we want to hear more of them.”
I don’t know if that was his plan or not, but it goes right to my head. Maybe I’m primed to react more strongly to praise like this, or maybe it’s just that they’re making me feel so good. Either way, when Lincoln gets back to eating me out, I can’t hold back anymore.
He doubles his efforts, like he wants me to lose control right then and there, and I can’t do anything but give in to it. Not when the heat is riding me, and I’m so turned on that it almost hurts.
Lincoln presses the flat of his tongue to my throbbing clit, and I come on the spot, shaking and crying out with the force of it. I absolutely soak Lincoln’s face with my release, and I can’t even feel bad about it.
And of course, it’s not enough. It’s not even close. Instead of dampening the heat inside me, the orgasm seems to have intensified it, giving it a taste and making it want more. It claws at me from the inside, and I whine, high pitched and desperate.
“I know,” Everett says. “I know you need more.” He slides in to take Lincoln’s place, and my eyes blow open wide to see Everett of all people on his knees in front of me.
The need pulses higher, and when he moves in to lick into me with filthy, brutal precision, it’s like an electric current jolting my system.
“Oh my god,” I moan, twisting and shaking right there on the bed. “Oh my god it’s so—it’s too—”I can barely get the words out. Everett’s mouth is overstimulating me, giving me pleasure that’s on the edge of pain. “It’s too much,” I manage to say. “I can’t come again. I can’t—”
He looks up at me, his eyes flashing dark and intense. “You can,” he says. It’s not quite an Alpha command, but there’s power in it. Like he means for me to obey him. “You will. I’m not stopping until you’re wrecked.”
I sob as he goes back to it, not giving me even a second to recover. His tongue feels like it’s everywhere, licking me, lapping at every sensitive bit of flesh he can find.
Cash’s fingers find their way into my hair, stroking the strands back from my sweaty forehead. He leans in so he can whisper in my ear, and it’s almost grounding to have him there.
“You have no idea how perfect you are like this, do you?” he says.
“You’re so wet. I can see it from here. I can see it all over Lincoln’s face and all over Everett’s.
You’re making such a fucking beautiful mess for us.
You’re gorgeous.” He strokes my hair lightly.
“We’ve all be dying to touch you. That’s the truth, and I think you know it. We all have wanted you so bad.”
The combination of his words and Everett not letting up sends me spiraling. I suck down air in short, shallow gasps for breath, quivering on the bed. Everett’s strong grip holds me in place, and I don’t fight against it.
I don’t think I even could. He licks into me over and over again, spearing his tongue until it slips into my soaked entrance. I cry out his name, jerking hard when that starts a wave of pleasure cresting.
It’s bearing down on me hard and fast, and I couldn’t hold it back if I wanted to. All I can do is feel it. All I can do is cling to Cash as Everett works me over, living up to his promise to not stop until I’m wrecked.
“Are you going to come again?” Cash asks. “Come on, songbird. Let us see it. Let us hear you.”
The orgasm slams into me, even harder this time. I scream out, not able to hold it back, trembling and begging. I don’t know if I’m begging for more or for Everett to stop. All I know is there’s a litany of ‘please, please, please’ spilling from my lips as tears fall down my face.