31. Rosie
Chapter 31
Rosie
“I can smell how turned on you are for us, sweetheart, and it’s driving me wild,” Dane's deep voice rumbles in my ear.
Nash kisses my stomach, making me squirm. His warm palm skirts my calf and pushes until Dane wraps his arm around my knee, holding me open for his packmate.My entire body is on edge at the way they have me splayed out between them. I’m still completely dressed, but I feel stripped bare.
Quinn peeks around Nash, resting his head on the alpha’s side, his eyes trained on the spot between my legs. “Show me how wet she is,” he commands, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard.
Nash tugs on my spandex shorts, forcing the seam to slip between my lips. I can’t see from this angle, but I can imagine how the lavender fabric turns dark. He rubs three blunt fingertips down my center back and forth, getting the fabric wet before coming back to press against my clit. My hips rock instinctively, even as I close my eyes.
“That’s it, pretty Raven. Let us see how sexy you are,” Quinn says, his voice full of both delicious praise and the bite of command.
Dane kisses my neck, his hand caressing up and down my thigh, his hard cock grinding against my ass. All the while, Nash rubs the seam of my shorts until my hips are chasing his touch. I bite my lip, trying not to whimper, but my body buzzes with the need for release.
Quinn goes to his knees, bending over Nash to tug on my chin. His eyes drill into me, and this is my Kelly who knows most of my secret desires.“Give us your sounds. I want to hear you beg until your throat is raw. Can you do that for me?”
“You like to be edged?” Nash asks, the question husky and dripping with lust.
My eyes skirt between the two of them. I’m being trapped by Dane, touched by Nash, and taken apart by Kelly.
“Tell him what you like,” Kelly dares.
I lick my lips as Nash’s hand retreats. “Yes,” I admit, cheeks burning. My breath shatters out of me, panting as I rock my hips.
Kelly makes a pleased sound. “Go on, tell them.”
Dane’s warm palm teases the edge of my shorts, then he stretches them too wide, his long fingers slipping along the lace of my panties.The moment he traces my skin, I freeze in anticipation, every part of my body desperate for his next touch.
“I think you like the idea of how pretty you look on display between the three of us,” Dane murmurs, nipping my earlobe. He pulls me open but doesn’t touch, his fingertips barely brushing where I need. “Am I right that you want to be worshipped? That you want to see how hard we get by watching you come?”
When you put it like that, who says no?
I moan yes, the sound barely a word because all brain power has been lost in the pursuit of pleasure.
“Now, Raven, don’t tell lies.” Kelly makes a tsking sound, and the sinfulness in his voice is so delicious it makes my toes flex. “Do you want to be put on a pedestal and worshipped, or do you crave being taken ?”
The idea of being taken—of being kept—lights me up, making my body sing. My breathing picks up, and I squirm, aching. I pinch my nipple, needing the pressure.
Nash makes this appreciative sound that feels like a zap to my clit. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna have a lot of fun with that answer. You want someone to make a feast of you?”
“Fuck…” If they don’t do something soon, I’ll come from how they’re talking to me.
“Look how worked up you are when tonight is only a tasting menu.” Kelly leans in and takes my mouth, nipping my lip until I open for him. His hand curls around my neck, applying a slight pleasure that makes me feel him all over.
I get lost in the kiss, barely aware of Nash tugging off my shorts and panties.
Kelly squeezes just below my ear, his fingers digging into my neck in a controlling hold that feels almost like a bite. “Are you ready to come for your pack?”
“Yes,” I pant.
Nash and Kelly go to their knees until the two of them are situated in front of me. Dane spreads me open for them, and my cheeks heat up at the hunger in their gazes.
“Look at her pretty cunt.” Nash rubs between my legs, his middle finger dipping into my center.
I can’t see much, but the view I’ve got of his wrist and tattooed forearm as he works into me makes me nearly feral.
Dane slips a finger in beside his packmate’s, the two of them talking to one another about how wet I am, how it’s gonna be a tight fit with their size, and I can barely breathe for how debauched this is.
Quinn reaches out and plucks my nipple, giving one a twist that aches so good I whimper. “Not so fast. You come when I tell you. Don’t you want to feel all three of your mates? To know what it will be like when we all take you?”
I gasp at his words, or maybe at the way his fingers join his alphas’, finding my clit as the two finger-fuck me in a coordinated rhythm. Kelly tugs on my nipple again, and I’m so close to coming. It’s the edge of a cliff, sharp and intense as it pushes me closer and closer to the fall.
When I catch sight of Nash giving Kelly’s hard cock a stroke over his sweatpants, I beg. “Please, I need to come!”
“Take a little more,” Kelly purrs.
They don’t stop or give me the thing that will push me to orgasm. My breath saws out of me. Over and over, they take me to the edge only to back off. The drop rises higher and higher. It’s burning, aching, making me desperate. I would do almost anything to come.
“Please,” I beg, barely recognizing the sound.
I’m so close.
Dane growls in my ear, “Let her come, babe.”
“Not yet,” Kelly says, his dark voice making me whimper.
They’re relentless, teasing and tormenting me with their hands, but it’s never enough. I’m dripping for them, aching.
Throwing my head back, I beg, “Please!”
“Eyes on your pack. Then you can come,” Kelly commands.
The combination of his voice and the pinch to my clit causes me to go off.My gaze snaps to theirs as the tingling waves crash over me. I take gasping breaths, held together only by Dane’s imposing weight.
Quinn doesn’t stop, but it’s too much. “I can’t,” I whine.
“You can. Give me one more. Let your pack see how pretty you are when we take all your pleasure.”
He’s relentless, strumming the pleasure from me as he works my clit and the alphas finger-fuck me through it.
It’s so intense. The sensations overwhelm me, my orgasm thundering toward me and picking up steam. When it finally comes, I go limp, every part of me wrung out. It’s several moments of them gently touching me and my heart racing before I know which planet I’m on. I open my eyes, dazed and a little floaty.
Kelly meets my gaze, then raises Nash’s hand and sucks on his fingers. The two of them look like they just received medals of honor, their grins smug as shit.
Me? My cheeks are on fire. Who was that woman in bed? “I’m sorry I got a little carried away…” I hedge, realizing that in my chase for an orgasm, I was basically a loud pillow princess.
Kelly cups the bulge in his sweatpants, making the outline of the crown of his cock visible… and with it, the very clear evidence that he came.
“Hot!” I say, the word getting out before it gets approved by the filter.
“Yeah, that was,” Dane rumbles, his hands wrapping around my waist.
“It was so hot I need a wardrobe change. Be right back.” Kelly brushes his lips against mine. “You did so good for us, beautiful,” he adds before crawling from the bed.
Nash and Dane manhandle me until I end up snuggled into Dane’s side with Nash plastered to my legs, his arms around my waist.
“That’s three,” Dane says after a while.
“Three what?” I ask. I don’t bother opening my eyes. My hands weave through Nash’s hair.
“I’ve decided to start counting the ways we fit.”
“It’s a game, isn’t it? You’ve turned courting into scoring points?” I ask, the sarcasm thick but my smile wide.
Nash mumbles against my chest, “No, that’s for orgasms and deciding dish duty.”
Dane chuckles, the vibrations tickling. “I see how it’s gonna be. You two are gonna team up to give me constant shit.”
“Definitely. Who else will keep your ego in check?” I joke. “But I’ll bite. What are the three?”
Dane hums. “One: scent matches?—”
“That doesn’t count. That’s the premise of this whole thing,” I cut in.
“Okay, okay. Then one: you ended up being Quinn’s Raven. And two: we’ve proven we’ve got chemistry,” Dane argues.
I don’t want to prove him wrong, if I’m being honest. Except maybe to tease him for being so smug.
Before I can think of a comeback, Quinn nudges himself into bed, this time in a pair of silky black pajama pants. “What did I miss?” he asks, scooting close to face me and boxing Nash in by my middle.
“Dane tried to convince Rosie his obsession with creating lists is a form of love poetry,” Nash says.
Quinn meets my eyes, a smile on his lips. “Lucky for us, you love a good list.”
“I really do,” I admit. “Though so far, his list is: ‘We’re good in bed together.’”
“Sounds like a good list.” Quinn adds, “What’s the criteria?”
“Ways we fit,” Dane explains.
“I bet I can dream up some ways we fit.” Quinn makes a thoughtful sound full of dirty dreams. “Night, Raven,” he murmurs, leaning in to steal a soft kiss. “Welcome home.”
“Yeah, baby, welcome home,” Nash mumbles before planting a kiss on my side.
“Night, sweetheart.” Dane pulls me closer, his purr kicking off the others.
It’s warm and comforting, their sounds and scents creating a little bubble where my heart feels full.
So, this is pack.