Chapter 60 Lucy #2
The kiss was gentle, almost chaste—a whisper of contact that nonetheless sent electricity racing through my veins. His lips were softer than I'd imagined, warm and pliant against mine. The kiss was brief, and when I pulled away, my mouth tingled.
Nitro stared at me, his eyes wide with surprise, his breathing suddenly shallow. For a heartbeat, I worried I'd misread everything, crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed. I was so inexperienced. I didn’t truly understand an Alpha’s body language.
Then his expression changed, hunger replacing shock in a transformation so complete it stole my breath. His hand came up, fingers threading through my silver-white hair, cupping the back of my head with a gentleness that belied the intensity in his eyes.
"Lucy," he murmured, before rocking forward and pulling me into a kiss that obliterated any thought from my mind.
This was no gentle exploration. This was claiming, consuming, a kiss that spoke of weeks of restraint finally shattered. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance that I eagerly granted. The taste of him—coffee and cinnamon and metal—flooded my senses.
I was vaguely aware of movement around us, of the atmosphere becoming electrified. The scents of the Alphas intensified, filling the air with notes of desire and possession that made my head swim.
When Nitro finally released me, I found myself immediately turned by gentle but insistent hands until I was facing Xander.
His dark eyes had gone nearly black; pupils expanded with unchecked need.
Without a word, he captured my mouth with his.
His kiss was different from Nitro's but no less devastating.
His was controlled power rather than unbridled passion, a careful conquest that left me trembling.
Hands—I couldn't even tell who they belonged to anymore—stroked along my arms, my back, my sides. Kane's mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, sending a shiver through my entire body. I heard myself make a sound I'd never made before, somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
"Beautiful," Fallon murmured from somewhere close, his voice gone husky. "You're absolutely beautiful, Lucy."
I turned from Xander toward the sound, and Fallon was there, his hard, chiseled features transformed by need and his grey-streaked hair tousled, strands falling over his forehead.
His kiss was thorough, methodical, exploring my mouth as though mapping territory he intended to claim completely.
I melted into him, my body responding with an intensity that would have frightened me, if it hadn't felt so freaking right.
Asher's laugh, low and wicked, drew my attention next. His eyes gleamed with mischief and heat as he rose from his position on the floor. "My turn," he said, his voice a dangerous purr that sent anticipation curling through my stomach.
His kiss tasted of rebellion and fire, playful yet demanding, nipping at my bottom lip in a way that drew another moan from deep in my throat.
My hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
I wanted to keep kissing Asher. I wanted to burn for him so thoroughly that I was left a pile of ash.
But Kane's hand slid beneath my chin, turning me toward him next. His dark brown eyes held mine for a moment before his mouth descended. His kiss began tender, building to rough pressure that left me gasping for air.
Between kisses, touches, the overwhelming sensations flooding my system, I became aware of a change within myself.
My Omega nature surged forward with a force I’d never experienced.
My skin felt too sensitive, too hot; my blood ran like liquid fire through my veins.
The scent of five aroused Alphas surrounded me, triggering biological responses that I somehow instinctively understood.
Mine, my Omega instincts whispered. My Alphas. My mates.
The fever pitch of need built higher with each passing moment, each new touch, each hungry kiss. I found myself in Xander's lap, though I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, his hardness evident beneath me as I writhed against him.
“I want you,” I moaned. “I want all of you.”
"Lucy," Xander groaned, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it, vibrating through his chest against mine. "Are you sure?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words, beyond rational thought. I wanted this—wanted them—with a desperation that consumed every part of me.
With a fluid movement that took my breath away, Xander stood, lifting me in his arms as though I weighed nothing.
My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carried me from the living room toward a door I’d never opened.
I wasn’t sure why, but I’d never fully explored the house.
I’d never felt the need to. Fallon moved in front of us, opening the barrier, revealing a set of stairs.
"Where are we going?" I managed to ask between kisses pressed to his jaw, his neck, any part of him I could reach.
"Somewhere we should have shown you before now," he answered, his steps sure and measured despite the obvious strain of his restraint.
He carried me upstairs, through a second living room, and toward a set of double doors. With one hand supporting me, he pushed the doors open to reveal a room I hadn't known existed.
It was enormous, dominated by a bed larger than any I'd ever seen—easily the size of three king mattresses combined.
The sheets were dark gray, the comforter black, pillows in various sizes arranged against a leather-padded headboard.
The space was clearly designed for more than two people.
One of the Alphas flicked on the lights, and the room flooded with glowing yellow.
“It’s too bright,” I breathed out, realizing there was no way to hide my flaws if they striped me bare.
“It’s not bright enough,” Xander growled, looking down at me.
“We want to see every inch of you, Lucy,” Kane added. I glanced at him, and his expression sent waves of fresh heat flooding my belly.
“This is our space, Lucy,” Asher came into view.
The pack suite. A room designed for all of us together.
Xander laid me gently on the massive bed, the mattress giving just enough beneath my weight to cradle me perfectly. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine.
One by one, the others moved closer. Fallon first, then Asher, followed by Kane and finally Nitro. They arranged themselves around the perimeter of the bed like worshippers at an altar.
Xander's fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them with deliberate movements. Following his lead, the others began to undress as well, each revealing bodies honed by years of dangerous performances and rigorous training.
I watched, transfixed, as skin appeared inch by tantalizing inch.
Broad shoulders, muscled chests, flat stomachs marked by the definition of abdominal muscles.
Each Alpha was beautiful in his own way—Xander's powerful solidity, Nitro's lean strength, Asher's lithe grace, Fallon's elegant precision, Kane's compact muscularity.
The Omega in me purred with satisfaction at the sight of them—my Alphas, my mates, preparing to claim me as I would claim them.
The need to mark them, to carry their scent and have them carry mine, was overwhelming.
My fingers clutched at the bedding beneath me, anchoring myself against the tide of desire threatening to sweep me away completely.
This was what I had been waiting for my entire life, without ever knowing it. Not just freedom from my illness, not just a chance at a normal life, but this—belonging completely to these five men who had become my world and having them belong to me in return.