Chapter 12
Twelve
LIANA
My gaze is locked with Ezra’s, and I can’t look away.
I’m shaking as my heart thumps hard with fear and arousal at the same time. I’m supposed to hate him, but I’m scared I might die if he doesn’t touch me right now.
The heat is eating me alive from the inside out.
My skin is on fire. My pussy is throbbing, clenching on nothing, slick soaking the sheets beneath me in warm, thick pools. Every breath I take is rose-scented and desperate.
“Liana,” Ezra says, his voice low and rough. “Will you accept me and my brothers? To help you through your heat.”
I swallow. My throat clicks. My fingers are twisted so tight in the towel I can feel my nails digging into my palms.
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.” His voice doesn’t bend. Doesn’t soften. It’s a command wrapped in velvet, and my inner omega fucking melts for it. “Verbal consent. Now.”
“Yes.” It comes out tiny. A whisper. Barely audible over the blood roaring in my ears. He nods with relief in his eyes.
This alpha.
He’s six-foot-four of controlled, lethal power wrapped in a charcoal suit.
His pale gray eyes hold mine, like he’s physically keeping me here with nothing but the weight of his gaze. The scar through his eyebrow catches the lamplight. His jaw is granite. His shoulders nearly fill the entire room.
He’s terrifying. He’s beautiful. And I want him to ruin me.
To knot me.
“First, we need to calm you,” he says, his voice gentler now. “You’re shaking really hard, sweetie.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and my voice cracks on the word. He’s right. I didn’t even realize I was having a panic attack right here in front of them.
“Don’t apologize, hun,” he says as he pulls his tie first with a sharp yank. He undresses quickly as the fire in my belly burns.
His jacket hits the floor. His shirt buttons pop, one by one, and I watch the skin beneath appear inch by inch — olive, lightly tanned, the pack tattoo on his left ribcage a flash of evergreen wrapped in frost. His belt buckle clinks.
His trousers fall. His boxers follow.
Holy fuck.
His cock is thick and hard and veined, jutting out from a nest of dark hair, the head flushed dark red and already leaking. Nine inches of alpha dick that makes my pussy clench so hard I whimper.
He climbs onto the bed behind me.
The mattress dips under his weight.
His chest presses against my back, warm and solid, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. His erection presses against the curve of my ass, separated only by the thin cloth of my towel, and I can feel every ridge, every vein, the heat of him burning through the fabric.
Then he purrs.
It starts deep in his chest, a vibration that rolls through his body and into mine where we’re pressed together. Low. Resonant.
His dick vibrates against my ass with each rumble. The dual sensation of the purring and his hard cock makes my thighs shake. He’s making me even more horny.
August appears on my left. His chest is lean and toned, the pack tattoo a mirror of Ezra’s on his ribs. He climbs onto the bed, pressing against my side, his arm sliding under my shoulders.
Cole’s eyes are watchful, calm, as he pulls his black shirt off and tosses it to the floor.
His chest is densely muscled, scarred in places I want to trace with my tongue.
He settles against my other side, his arm draping over my waist, and the three of them form a cocoon around me, purring from three different chests in three different registers, and the vibration moves through me like a drug.
Eventually the shaking stops. Slowly. Muscle by muscle. My shoulders drop. My jaw unclenches. My breathing steadies.
“You’re so beautiful,” August whispers against my hair. “God, Liana, you’re gorgeous.”
“Perfect,” Cole murmurs, his thumb tracing slow circles on my hip. “Just like this.”
“Such a good girl,” purrs Ezra.
My pussy clenches wildly.
Slick seeps out of me, warm and thick, soaking through the towel between my legs. My asshole twitches, empty and hungry, and I lick my lips without thinking about it.
I want cock. Everywhere. I want to be stuffed so full I can’t breathe.
“I can smell you,” Cole says, his voice dropping to something dark and rough. “Under the sheets. Your slick. Your heat. It’s fucking intoxicating.”
My face burns. Hot. Mortified. I’m horny beyond reason.
August and Ezra begin pulling the sheets back. The cool air hits my overheated skin, and I gasp. They wait. Giving me time. Letting me decide.
With trembling fingers, I pull the towel open.
It falls away. My breasts are exposed and full, my nipples aching.
I’m completely naked now. My stomach. My hips. My pussy, bare and flushed pink, slick shining between my folds. I am a sweaty, flushed, trembling mess, and I have never felt more exposed in my life.
The door opens, and Julian steps in, closing it behind him. His hazel eyes go wide, zeroing in on my breasts with an intensity that makes my nipples tighten further.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
All four of them are breathing hard. Cocks hard. The air in the room is thick with alpha scent mixing with my rose until it’s almost too much to bear. My own breathing is shallow, ragged, my pussy dripping slick onto the mattress beneath me.
Julian strips fast. His shirt, his jeans, his boxers hit the floor in a rush. His cock is thick and curved, his dimple deep as he smiles at me, and my mouth waters.
I open my legs. My hand finds my pussy, fingers sliding through the slick, circling my clit, and I moan.
“She looks so fucking good,” August groans, his cock jumping against his stomach.
“I want two cocks in my pussy,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My voice is hoarse, desperate. “And one in my ass. Right now.”
“Are you sure? This is your first time with us,” growls Ezra, looking like he’s about to lose control.
“I’m desperate. Please!” I yell, clutching my belly.
Cole’s eyes darken. “I’ll take her mouth.”
I swallow, nodding.
August and Julian lie back on the bed, side by side, their cocks hard and waiting. I climb on top of them, my legs on either side of their hips, as I grip their dicks hard.
One cock in each hand.
August’s cock is thick and warm, the head smooth, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Julian’s is longer, slightly curved, veins running along the shaft.
Both of them twitch in my grip, hard as steel, and the feeling of holding two alpha cocks in my hands makes my pussy clench so hard slick runs down my inner thighs.
Julian’s hand finds my pussy. His fingers push my folds together, squeezing, and more slick gushes out, coating his palm.
“So wet,” he murmurs, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking wet for us, Lia.”
His fingers feel incredible. Rough and gentle at once, circling my clit, teasing my entrance, and I’m panting, my hips rocking against his hand.
I line both their cocks up. The heads press against my entrance, stretching me, and I push down.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my back arching, as both of them slide into my pussy at once. The stretch is intense, burning, delicious. My pussy is stretched wide around two thick alpha cocks, and I can feel every inch, every vein, every pulse.
August’s head is thrown back, his mouth open, a groan tearing out of him. Julian’s eyes are rolled half-back, his jaw locked tight like he’s holding himself together by sheer force of will.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” August groans out.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Julian grits out. “Keep moving, baby. You’re driving me crazy.”
I rest there for a second, both of them buried inside me to the hilt, my pussy stretched so full that I don’t know what to do with it. The power of me on top, controlling this, shoving their cocks into my thirsty, aching pussy, makes my head spin.
Their cocks twitch inside me.
Both of them, pulsing, getting harder, thicker, and I moan, low and ragged.
I grind. My hips circle, pushing them deeper, and the sensation is so intense I cry out, my thighs shaking, my nails digging into their chests.
In my ear, Ezra’s voice, low and dark and certain. “I’m going to take your beautiful little asshole now.”
“Oh god,” I moan as I feel Ezra’s hands immediately spread my ass cheeks wide open. His thumb begins to circle my sphincter slowly and deliberately, rubbing the slick seeping from my asshole all around.
I whimper around the two cocks stretching my pussy wide.
The feeling is indescribable. Ezra’s finger swirling around my tight hole while August and Julian’s cocks push deep into my pussy, stretching me open, filling me completely.
I’m in heaven. Absolute heaven.
August’s hand finds my right breast, squeezing, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers. Julian takes my left, pinching gently, and the dual sensation makes my back arch, my pussy clenching around both their cocks.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” Julian groans, his dimple flashing as he smiles up at me.
Ezra’s finger pushes in. Slow. One knuckle, then two, and I moan, long and ragged, my hips grinding harder on August and Julian.
“More,” I beg, bending forward, my hands splayed on Julian’s and August’s chests, giving him better access to my ass. “Please, Ezra, fuck my butt. I need it. I need your cock in my ass right now.”
“Okay,” he says, his voice rough. “Hold still.”
I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. He is thick and blunt as he pushes inside me.
“Oh!” I yell, my whole body going rigid, as his cock breaches my drenched horny asshole in heat. The stretch is intense, burning, my asshole resisting then giving way, and he slides in inch by inch until I feel his hips press against my ass cheeks and he’s buried to the hilt.
Slick squelches from both holes.
My pussy, stretched around two thick cocks. My ass, stretched around Ezra’s. The sensation is overwhelming. Every inch of me is occupied, stretched, claimed.
Cole moves in front of me. His slate-blue eyes are dark, hungry, as he grips his cock and pushes the head against my lips.
“Open,” he says.
Licking my lips, I open my mouth for him.