41. Sophie #3
My throat tightens. I reach for Ethan and he steps forward, tipping my chin up with two fingers so I’m looking directly into his gray eyes.
“It’s been there from the start,” Ethan says quietly. “All three of us kept finding our way back to you.”
My breath catches. “I—I need to be with you,” I say, and my voice breaks on it. “With all of you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice steady. “There’s no going back after this.”
I look at him. At this man who got on his knees in his office and whispered sweet girl against my thigh. I can feel Finn’s eyes on me and Max’s heartbeat at my back, the three of them surrounding me, waiting for my answer. And I have never been more sure of anything in my life.
“I am.”
And then the suppressants give way completely, and their scents reach me one by one.
Ethan first. Cedar and old paper, dry and quiet like a library after the lights go down.
Then Finn. Warm skin and sunlight and honey.
And Max behind me, warm bourbon and dark chocolate.
Together, their scents wrap around me until I can barely tell where one ends and the next begins. An overwhelming certainty fills me that I want to stay right here, surrounded by them.
As if answering the thought, my own scent deepens around us, rain and crushed rose petals blooming warmer in the air.
All three of them inhale, their nostrils flaring, and I can see what it does to them—the way their pupils blow wide and their bodies go taut and hard.
I reach for Finn first. My hand finds the back of his neck and I pull him down and kiss him hard, tasting his sweetness and warmth. He groans into my mouth and his hands grip my hips.
Then I turn to Ethan, pulling his mouth to mine, and his kiss is different—slow, his tongue sliding over mine like he wants to memorize this. The sound I make into his mouth is high and needy.
“Ethan,” I whisper, barely able to form words, my body trembling between the three of them. “I need—”
He pulls back and looks at me, and then in one swift movement he scoops me up, one arm under my knees, the other around my back. I curl into him, tucking my face into his chest, breathing in cedar and old paper, and his arms tighten around me.
“Come on, sweet girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Let’s go upstairs.”
He carries me up the stairs, Finn and Max following close behind. At the end of the second-floor hallway, Ethan pushes open a door and sets me down on my feet.
I blink. “What—”
It’s not a bedroom. It’s an apartment. A full living space—warm lighting, a sitting area with deep couches, a small kitchen in the corner, and through an archway, a bedroom with the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, piled with blankets and pillows.
“We’ve been saving this space,” Ethan says quietly.
“For our omega,” Max says, taking my hand and pressing his lips to my palm.
Our omega.
My throat tightens.
Finn shifts beside me, suddenly looking almost uncertain. “It was empty before you came along. I started furnishing it a couple of weeks ago.” A flush creeps up his neck as he rubs the back of it. “I tried to pick things I thought you might like. But if there’s anything you want to change—”
I kiss him.
He makes a startled sound against my mouth, and I hold his face between my hands.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
His hand slides to the back of my neck and he kisses me again, slower this time, and I melt into him.
Then Max is behind me, his mouth on my neck, his hands on my waist, and Ethan is beside me, his fingers tracing down my arm.
Ethan’s hands find the hem of my shirt. He lifts it slowly over my head, his knuckles brushing my ribs and sides before the shirt drops to the floor.
Behind me, Max’s fingers find the clasp of my bra. He pauses for half a second, then unhooks it and slides the straps down my arms. The cool air hits my bare skin, and my nipples harden instantly.
Finn kneels in front of me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and he peels them down my legs, pressing his lips to my hip, my thigh, then the inside of my knee as he goes. I step out of them, trembling, and I’m standing in nothing but my underwear with three alphas watching me.
Finn’s hands slide up my thighs. He looks up at me, his blue eyes dark. “I’ve been thinking about this since the kitchen,” he says, and hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear and slides them down. Slowly. Down my thighs, past my knees, off my ankles.
His mouth is on me before I can catch my breath.
A soft, slow lick through my folds, and my legs nearly give out. Max catches me from behind, his arms around my waist, holding me steady while Finn grips my thighs and licks into me like he has all the time in the world.
“Oh God—oh God—”
Finn’s tongue circles my clit and my hands fly to his hair, my hips rocking onto his face. He hums against me and the vibration sends a jolt through my entire body. He takes his time—long, slow strokes, tasting me, learning me—and the orgasm builds.
“Finn—I’m close—”
He pulls back. I whimper at the loss, my hips chasing his mouth.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, his breathing ragged. Then he looks up past me. “Max.”
Finn rises and takes Max’s place behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Max drops to his knees where Finn was, his green eyes looking up at me, and the hunger in his face is something I’ve never seen from him before.
He stops in front of my pussy and inhales deeply.
His eyes close. A growl rumbles through his chest, and when his eyes open again they’re nearly black. He looks up at me and my heart is beating so loud I’m sure all three of them can hear it.
“Max, please—”
His mouth closes over my clit before I finish the word.
Where Finn was slow and savoring, Max isn’t. He sucks hard enough to make my knees buckle, and Finn tightens his arms around me from behind while Max grips my thighs and holds me exactly where he wants me.
I grip his hair with both hands. He groans, and the sound goes straight through my body.
“You taste so good, little one,” Max murmurs against my slick folds, and his tongue pushes inside me and I cry out.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Let Max taste you,” Ethan whispers beside me as his hand covers my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Behind me, Finn’s mouth is on my neck, hot and open, and his cock is hard at the base of my spine.
My thighs are shaking. My slick is running down my legs and Max is lapping it up, his tongue everywhere, and Ethan is pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp and his other hand has found my clit, circling it while Max’s tongue fucks into me, and the dual sensation is too much—it’s too much—
“I’m going to come,” I sob. “Max, I’m going to—”
He pulls back just long enough to look up at me, his mouth wet with my slick. “Come for me, little one. Come on my tongue.”
He seals his mouth over me again and sucks my clit and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard my legs give out completely, and Finn catches me, holding me against his chest while I shake apart.
My body clenches around the pleasure, my slick flooding Max’s mouth as their names spill out of me one after the other like a prayer.
When the shaking subsides, Max rises to his feet. His eyes are wild and I reach for him and pull his face down to mine and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.
“I want you to knot me,” I whisper. “I want to feel what it’s like when it’s not—” My throat closes for a second. “When it’s not taken from me.”
Max pulls back just enough to look at me. Pain and tenderness and fury move across his face.
“We won’t hurt you,” he whispers. “We will never hurt you, Sophie.”
“I know, Max.” I press my forehead to his. “I know.”
Finn scoops me up and carries me through the archway to the bed. He lays me down gently and the sheets are cool beneath my bare skin.
“I want to see you,” I say, looking at all three of them.
Ethan goes first. He unbuttons his shirt slowly and sets it aside. He’s lean and defined from years of swimming, a flat stomach, the sharp cut of his hip bones above his waistband. His chest is rising and falling too fast for a man who thinks he’s in control.
Finn yanks his t-shirt over his head in one careless motion. Max pulls his off without a word. I’ve seen them both shirtless before, but not like this—not standing in front of me with dark eyes and no intention of stopping.
I lean back against the pillows and look at them standing at the foot of the bed. Three alphas, bare-chested, breathing hard, their scents thickening the air until I’m dizzy with it. They’re so big. So tall. So undeniably alpha that the omega in me answers with a rush of slick between my thighs.
My scent spikes and I watch it hit them. Finn’s nostrils flare. Ethan’s jaw clenches. Max’s hands curl into fists at his sides. All of them are hard—I can see the rigid lines of their cocks against their underwear, and the sight sends a deep, instinctive thrill through me.
Slowly, watching their faces, I spread my legs.
The sound that leaves Finn’s throat is barely human.
“Sophie,” Finn says, his voice tortured. “Tell us what you want.”
I look at them. They could take me without asking and pin me down and claim me and knot me right now and the omega in me would beg them to. But they’re standing there, shaking, their cocks hard and their bodies rigid, waiting for my words. Holding themselves back with nothing but willpower.
The power I feel in this moment is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
I rise onto my knees and move to the edge of the bed.
“Max.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Come here.”
He walks toward me until he’s standing right in front of me, his cock level with my face, and I can see the thick outline of him pressing against his boxers. I look up at him and slowly, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down.
His cock springs free and my breath leaves me.