Chapter 25
CINDY
O ne moment, I’m flushed and needy, basking in the warmth of being surrounded by my Alphas. The next, it’s a wildfire under my skin. My breath hitches, and the ache is somehow worse.
My heat is too early. Too strong. I can barely think through it.
The scent of my Alphas fills the room, thick and potent. It spins my head. My heart pounds.
I’m in the center of an enormous bed, naked and beyond fucking needing. I’m desperate.
Their hands roam with maddening attention, gliding over my hips, brushing the insides of my thighs, tracing every dip and curve like they’ve been dreaming of this moment.
I arch involuntarily as Holt’s palm spreads across my belly, the warmth of his skin sinking into mine, grounding me while everything inside threatens to unravel.
Arrow’s fingers trail up my ribs, making me shiver, while Luke’s mouth finds the soft spot below my ear, his breath hot and teasing.
My thighs remain open, the sheets cool against the backs of my knees, but I can’t stay still. The tension coils in my belly like a storm gathering. A whimper escapes before I can stop it, raw and desperate.
I twist against the pillows, back arching, muscles trembling with need that borders on agony. I’m soaked, aching, completely undone, and they haven’t even truly started yet.
“I know heat is painful,” I whisper, breathless. “But this is the first time I’ve actually been looking forward to putting out the flames. Because with you three? It’s going to be unforgettable. I just know it.”
Arrow chuckles darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re damn right it is.”
I yelp when Holt kisses the spot just under my ribs. Ticklish. I giggle despite the ache, and Holt grins like he’s discovered treasure. “Sensitive here?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Apparently.”
Luke shifts to kneel between my legs, that slow, wicked smile tugging at his mouth.
His fingers trace down my stomach, and the touch burns hotter than it should.
Every inch he covers leaves a trail of awareness behind, like sparks catching on dry grass.
I suck in a breath that doesn’t quite fill my lungs.
The space between my thighs throbs with desperation, a pulse I can’t ignore. When his fingertips dip lower, I twitch, my hips tipping forward in a plea I’m too far gone to hide. He just watches me, that smug glint in his expression saying he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Then Arrow’s hand wraps around my left thigh, while Holt’s palm mirrors the touch on the right. Their strength brackets me in, coaxing me open wider. The mattress shifts beneath us, the sound of breath and fabric and heartbeats blurring together until I’m not sure which pulse belongs to whom.
Cool air hits me, and I shiver from the way they stare at me.
Not a single word passes between them, but it feels like being studied, memorized, worshipped.
Heat curls through me so sharply it almost hurts.
I should cover myself, hide from the intensity of it, but instead I tilt my chin up, defiant and trembling, silently daring them to keep looking.
Holt’s breath brushes my ear. “You’re perfect like this,” he murmurs.
The words slide through me, soft and possessive, and something deep inside me yields to it. I melt, pulse skipping, the ache between my legs deepening until it’s almost unbearable.
Luke grins.
And then he moves.
His tongue finds my pussy. Heat sparks, and I jerk with a startled gasp, my back arching off the bed.
My hips buck, needy, frantic, but Arrow and Holt don’t let me go anywhere.
Luke drags his tongue through my folds again. Deeper. Slower. Like he’s tasting something forbidden. A low sound slips from me, half moan, half beg.
“Holy fuck, the way she reacts,” Arrow growls, leaning over me. “Keep her like that. Let me?—”
His mouth finds my nipple, sucking it into heat and pressure that steal what’s left of my breath. Holt’s hand replaces his mouth on the other breast, teasing it with his thumb before his lips close around it too, rougher.
I sob.
I’m unraveling. Writhing.
“Too much?” Holt murmurs, voice dark and gentle at the same time.
I shake my head violently, hips grinding up into Luke’s mouth.
“Not enough,” I whisper. “More. Please—fuck—I can’t?—”
Luke groans like I just said the filthiest thing. He dives back in, relentless now, tongue moving faster, more forceful, as if he wants to break me open and drink down whatever is left. He sucks on my clit while he pushes two fingers into me, and I cry out. He’s pumping fast, hard, destroying me.
My head thrashes against the pillow. My thighs tremble against their grip. My body is burning, shaking, chasing something just out of reach.
Holt’s lips move to my neck. “Good girl. So fucking beautiful. Look at you, can’t even keep still.”
“She loves it,” Arrow adds, fingers stroking around my breast, watching me quake. “She’s going to come so hard she’ll scream herself hoarse.”
I do.
It rips out of me, loud, raw, unstoppable. My entire body locks up and shatters in their hands, wave after wave dragging me under until I can’t tell where they end and I begin.
Luke pulls back, lips wet, panting against my thigh. But his fingers keep moving, and I jolt, twitching, overstimulated. Then he adds another. A third.
I choke on my breath. “N-no—fuck—I don’t think it’ll?—”
“It will,” Luke growls, grinning up at me, hair falling into his eyes. “Look at you, baby. You’re taking all three.”
My protest melts into a cry, high and wrecked. My body tightens, straining against them, hips lifting off the bed as my slick folds stretch around his fingers.
Arrow groans like he’s in pain. “Fuck, I love watching her get like this.”
Holt strokes a thumb across my nipple, watching it pebble. “Look how she clenches your fingers, sucking them back in.”
“You’re pulsing around my fingers, gorgeous,” Luke grits out. “God, you’re perfect.”
I writhe, pushing closer into Holt’s hand, then to Arrow’s mouth as he latches on to my breast, sucking hard again. I cry out, completely undone. Their mouths, their fingers, their voice, it’s all too much.
And not enough.
The pressure builds, unbearable and electric. Every nerve in my body is alight, skin burning, mouth open in silent, desperate gasps. Now they’re all watching Luke finger me. All groaning. All obsessed.
Luke twists his fingers just right, and everything snaps.
I scream, bucking against him as the orgasm hits like a tidal wave. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I fall apart again, harder than before, pleasure ripping through me like I’ll never come down.
Arrow curses. Holt curses. Luke doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, begging, tears on my cheeks from the force of it.
“I’ve got you,” Arrow says, catching one of my flailing arms and drawing it to his chest. “Breathe, baby.”
Luke finally pulls back, mouth and chin slick, fingers dripping, expression smug and ravenous all at once. “Still not done with you, baby.”
“Please,” I pant, blinking tears from my lashes. “Need all of you. It’s like that climax barely tamed the ache.”
They groan in unison like I’ve just gifted them a fantasy.
Holt presses his forehead to mine. “You want us to wreck you, baby girl?”
“Yes.” I bite my lip, body arching into his touch. “Ruin me.”
Luke’s hand slides between my thighs again, teasing. “This pussy’s not satisfied until we’re all inside her.”
“And even then,” Arrow adds, licking up my neck, “she’ll beg for more.”
I nod frantically.
Because they’re right.
Because I can’t stop craving them.
Because I want to be destroyed, in the best, most beautiful way.
I push up and grab Luke by the front of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. “God, I love how I taste on you,” I pant into his mouth, dizzy with need, writhing under his touch. “Please… I need you inside me.”
Luke growls, that deep, feral sound vibrating against my lips. “You want to be mine, baby?”
I nod, already trembling. “I want all of you.”
That’s all it takes.
Around me, there’s fabric rustling, the heavy sound of shirts being pulled over heads, belts unbuckling, zippers sliding down.
My vision blurs at the Alphas stripping for me.
Broad chests, rippling abs, heavy cocks standing hard and proud.
I can’t breathe. They’re all muscle, all heat and hunger, and it makes me ache in ways I didn’t know I could.
This is raw and primal, and I’m all for it.
Luke tosses his clothes aside, his thick cock bobbing free. My gaze locks on it, on all of them, really, and I lick my lips as I watch Luke wrap his hand around the base, stroking slowly, savoring it like he knows how much I want to squirm.
Arrow grins down at me, not even pretending to hide how he watches my thighs tremble. “She’s shaking already.”
Then Luke lays himself over me, the other two watching.
My legs spread and wrap around his waist on instinct. My body knows this. It’s crying out for him.
“You sure, baby?” Luke’s voice is rough, cracking with restraint. “Once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re marked.”
“Yes,” I whisper, so hoarse I barely hear it. “Please.”
He lines himself up, his thick cock already pressing at my entry.
I feel his size instantly as he pushes in slowly at first. I suck in a breath, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other fisting the sheets.
Every thick inch stretches me wide, my walls fluttering around him, my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, burying himself deep. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I cry out, pleasure spearing through me so sharp it almost hurts. “Luke…”
“You take me so good, sweet girl,” he growls, hips rolling as he starts to move. “You were made for this. For us.”
The stretch is brutal, but my body loves it. My hips lift to meet his every thrust, slick and heat making everything impossibly perfect. Around me, the other two draw close, their hands on my thighs, my breasts, their mouths grazing my shoulders.