Chapter 13
I t had taken all of my boldness to ask for those kisses and now I was staring down the barrel of a hell of a lot more. I wanted all of it. What would Bryce and Jesse be like outside of my weird heat flush? How would Micah touch me for the first time?
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know they all wanted me. The strength of their scents had my blood simmering, slick pooling between my thighs, my pussy throbbing, begging for one of them to fill it.
Micah wanted me to tell them what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure how to put it all into words. Bryce wanted to instruct, which seemed much more my speed starting out.
“All right,” said Micah, “we’re going to implement the sexy traffic lights. If you’re happy with what’s happening, you tell us green when we ask. If you want to slow down or change at any point, say yellow. And if you want a hard stop to whatever is happening in that moment, you say red. Got it?”
“Green.”
The heat in Micah’s eyes stole my breath. “Good girl.”
“Hands on the ottoman,” Bryce ordered. “Up on your knees. Jesse, can you grab one of the pillows off the bed?”
“On it.”
I set my palms on the giant fabric seat we’d been eating on. Bryce and Micah quickly cleared the space, and Jesse returned, passing the pillow to Bryce, who had me kneel on top of it. The carpet was pretty plush already, but it was a relief to have the additional softness.
Bryce rolled up the sleeves of his button-down and I salivated over the corded muscle he revealed. His brown eyes froze me in place as he moved to kneel at my side. “Do you want me to tell you what I plan to do to you before it happens, or would you like to be surprised?”
“Tell me this time. Next time you can do whatever you want.”
He groaned. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because there are a million filthy things I want to do to you and every single one of them entered my head when you said that.”
My breathing turned shallow. “Get started, then.”
Bryce’s pupils were blown so wide they almost eclipsed the irises.
“Is the bedroom where you get demanding, sweetness?” Jesse asked.
“Apparently.” I wiggled my hips. “Someone hurry up and touch me.”
Micah swept my hair back and captured my mouth, crisp apple sweetness coating my tongue. I moved my hand to cup his head and Bryce’s rough whisper in my ear had goosebumps cascading over my skin.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
I smacked my hand back down to the ottoman, turning to let Bryce take his kiss from me. Tart cranberries and smooth rum filled my senses. Who needed liquor to get drunk when I had an alpha like him?
“Do you want to play with Jesse while we play with you?” Bryce asked.
I locked eyes with Jesse. “Green.”
“Strip down and give Ava something to play with,” Bryce told him.
“Not your sub,” Jesse said, “but I’ll let you lead things this time.”
My mouth watered as he tugged off his clothing, exposing all those lean muscles and a cock standing at attention before parking himself directly in front of me.
“You can touch Jesse instead of the ottoman,” Bryce offered, allowing me to move my hands. Jesse kissed me, slow and deep, while Bryce let me know they were going to take off my leggings.
He and Micah made quick work of all the clothing on my lower half while Jesse devoured me.
Reverent fingertips traced over my skin, teasing the length of my back and the curve of my ass. Twinned arms dipped down, Micah between my thighs and Bryce from behind, one sweeping over my clit, the other stroking my slick entrance. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control. It was next to impossible to do between Jesse’s mouth claiming mine, and Micah and Bryce getting their hands on anything they could.
Micah planted a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re so wet for us, angel.”
“Perfection,” Bryce crooned. “How many fingers do you think you can take?”
I broke away from Jesse with a gasp as Bryce tested the first one.
“One,” he said quietly, and then added a second. “Two.” He pumped them carefully while I shivered, resting my cheek against Jesse.
Micah picked up his pace and sent me careening breathlessly over the edge. Bryce didn’t falter one bit in his rhythm as my pussy clutched at him desperately.
“I already know how good you feel,” said Bryce. “But I can’t wait to feel that grip on my cock again.”
I moaned helplessly.
“Three.”
Bryce pushed a third finger into my cunt and I dug my nails into Jesse at the stretch. Bryce’s palm on my lower back had me arching deeper. The slick sound of him plunging into me was so loud in the quiet space.
“Don’t neglect Jesse,” Micah reminded me.
I curled my fingers around Jesse’s waiting cock, giving an experimental stroke as I tried to keep my brain from melting out my ears. I timed my movements to Bryce’s as he fucked in and out of me, lifting my face to kiss Jesse again.
Overwhelming barely began to cover it. I was surrounded by my alphas and they were dedicated to undoing me. Not a single one of them had even fucked me yet and I was ready to present for every one of them.
“How do you feel about sitting on my face?” Micah asked.
I pulled away from Jesse to answer. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Open to trying?”
“Yellow? Go slow.”
“You’ve had a mouth on your cunt before, though, right? I’m going to heavily judge your previous partners if you say no.”
“Um…”
“Changing that right now. Bryce, scoot over.”
“You don’t have to,” I insisted.
“Trust me, I want to. The only way it’s not happening is if you tell me you don’t want to.”
I couldn’t say I didn’t want to. I was curious, but Andrew made such a fuss the one time I’d asked I’d never brought it up again. I wasn’t sure what Micah was so excited for, but I was willing to let him try it.
“Okay, go ahead.”
Micah disappeared behind me, wedging my knees further apart to get his face between them. I was a bit worried about smothering him, but he dragged me down by my hips, forcing me to relinquish my weight. My initial squeak of surprise melted into a moan.
Holy hell.
This was what I’d been missing? Fuck Andrew.
“Oh god.” I wasn’t sure how to describe the sensations, but I wanted more of his mouth hot against my skin, his tongue exploring every inch.
I shuddered.
“She likes that,” Jesse said with a laugh. “Her eyes are so big right now.”
I squirmed, trying to find some relief from the sensation when Micah sucked hard at my clit, but he held me fast.
“He does this for work, you know,” Jesse said. “He’s not going to stop until you come all over his face.”
Knowledge of the English language slid right out of my head, words replaced with a needy whine, my thighs shaking.
Bryce kneeled at my side. “How are you feeling about your alphas learning all about your beautiful body?”
I couldn’t catch my breath, so I nodded, hoping that conveyed enough. I didn’t know what Micah was doing down there but I was pretty sure I’d implode if he stopped.
“Give Jesse some more attention. Show us what that perfect mouth can do.”
I was nervous about that part, though Jesse hadn’t made any move to nudge me along. Andrew always rushed that part, or at least it had always felt rushed. I froze when Jesse slid his fingers into my hair.
Micah’s tongue sent me spiraling, a momentary blissful distraction from what was next. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, panting at every eager sweep of Micah’s mouth. He didn’t pause until I was twitching with the aftershocks of orgasm; then he carefully extracted himself, lifting his shining face to me with a grin. He was absolutely covered in my slick and didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
“Can I have a kiss, angel?”
At my nod, his lips descended to mine, the sharp sweetness of my candied pecan blending with his crisp apple. Okay, I could get on board with anything Micah wanted if this was how it was all going to feel.
“I want you to know I’m going to be very smug about the fact that I’m the first person to get my mouth on your perfect pussy.”
My cheeks burned.
“First, but absolutely not the last,” Jesse added.
I was going to melt out of existence at this rate. Focusing back onto Jesse, I stared at his cock, nerves jumping in my belly. “Can you…um…can you not push my head down? I know it makes it less fun, but my gag reflex is super sensitive with the pregnancy?—”
“Whoa, whoa, what ? Less fun?” Jesse looked utterly confused. “Of course I won’t push your head down if you don’t want me to.”
Oh. Was that not a normal thing that happened?
“I’m going to kill him,” Bryce muttered.
“Sweetness, absolutely nothing is ever going to be forced. If you don’t want to do something, it’s not going to be done,” Jesse told me. “You don’t have to touch me at all if that’s not something you enjoy.”
“I want to. I’m just nervous. It’s all so different with you guys.”
Micah nuzzled my shoulder. “Angel, we might like control in the bedroom, but you call the shots about what happens to your body. I’m kind of bitter that it sounds like that hasn’t been your experience before.”
“It wasn’t…bad, exactly. He got, um, exuberant, I guess. In ways that didn’t always make me feel very comfortable. I threw up on him once and he got so mad even though I tried to tell him.”
Bryce growled long and low. “I want to throw him out a window.”
“Later,” said Micah. “Right now is all about our omega. What else do we need to know about to avoid?”
“I’m not sure. We didn’t do that much. Could we play it by ear?”
“We can, but you’d better make sure you’re comfortable speaking up if something starts happening you don’t like.”
I wasn’t the greatest at that part. “I’ll try.”
“Angel, I have to insist on this. The absolute last thing any of us want to do is something that’s going to make you uncomfortable, so you need to be able to tell us in the moment. I promise we’ll check in, but being able to communicate your own needs is really important.”
“Okay.”
He kissed my cheek. “Good girl. Now do you actually want to put those gorgeous lips on Jesse’s cock?”
“I want to see what it’s like with someone else so I know if I don’t like it because of how Andrew behaved or if it’s not something I enjoy.”
“No pressure.” Jesse chuckled. “Do you want me to hold your hair back or not touch your head at all?”
“Hair is okay, I think.”
Jesse carefully gathered up the strands, all three of them watching me for signs of discomfort. I curled my fingers around Jesse’s cock again and swept my tongue over the underside of the tip. His sharp intake of breath sent a zing of delight through me, so I did it again, and then wrapped my lips entirely around the tip.
His fingers in my hair trembled, his low moan making my clit tingle. So far so good. I glided my tongue over the length of him, clutching the base while I figured out what we both liked. I lapped up the bead of pre-cum. Slightly salty roasted chestnut made me want more.
Bryce trailed his fingers down my spine. “Should we let you play uninterrupted or would you like me to knot you while you explore?”
“Knot,” I replied between sucking Jesse’s velvety skin. My nerves hummed with anticipation as Bryce carefully stripped down. “Keep the shirt, unbuttoned. I like you looking professional and messy at the same time.”
Micah laughed quietly. “Good girl saying exactly what you want.” He settled down next to me and leaned against the ottoman, watching me with a lustful gleam in his eyes as I went back to work on Jesse. “Want me to touch you, angel?”
“Yes, please.” I popped off again for half a second to answer before seeing how far I could take Jesse without triggering myself.
Bryce gripped my hips, slowly easing his cock into me while I moaned around Jesse. I’d been on such a hormonal high the last time he’d been inside me but now I got to appreciate the stretch and flood of slick. Micah brushed his knuckles up my arm and along my throat, acclimating me to his touch before he kissed over the curve of my shoulder, his hand cupping my breast.
I had to pull away to pant, my desperate whine ratcheting up the tension in the room. Bryce’s first real thrust had me reeling. When Micah added his fingers to my clit, I was done for. I pressed my face to Jesse’s thigh, frantically moving my hand over his cock while the others unraveled me.
I didn’t hate doing this for Jesse. He was perfectly well-behaved, but the desperate sounds he made every time I put my mouth on him were a power trip. When I had done this before, it was me being used by my partner, but this…I saw the allure.
I could hardly focus long enough to breathe between Bryce’s hips striking mine and Micah’s nimble fingers strumming my clit.
“Sweetness,” Jesse groaned. “I’m going to?—”
I pulled off with a pop, continuing to stroke him, letting him paint my chest.
“Goddamn, that’s a sight.” Micah’s gaze on me was fire.
I shifted, Bryce angling with me as I dove toward Micah’s lap. His apple scent exploded the second he registered what I was doing.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “That’s it, angel. You feel so fucking good.”
I hummed with pleasure and focused on the same movements that had brought Jesse to his peak. Bryce’s movements grew more feral by the second. His grip was just on the pleasurable side of too much, making me feel possessed and held. Jesse slid to the ground next to me, collecting my hair once more while he caught his breath.
“Do you want me to come in you or on you?” Bryce asked.
Looking over my shoulder at him, I frowned. “You promised me a knot.”
Bryce chuckled. “So I did.”
His next thrust had me seeing stars and I whined around Micah. This was also different from anything I had ever experienced before. I wanted more of it. All of it.
Jesse stretched and I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he wiggled until his head was beneath me. Before I could think to ask what he was doing, his lips wrapped around my nipple, sending a cascade of pleasure that tipped me over the edge a second before Bryce buried himself to the hilt, his knot trapping us together.
My eyes rolled back, every inch of me shaking, the feral growl I let out sending Micah over that edge with me. I pulled off with a desperate keen, the hot white ropes of his pleasure hitting my skin.
Bryce pulled me back onto his lap, both of us still panting.
Micah was flushed and looked amused as hell.
“What?”
“I was just thinking about the absolute fucking fortune you could make in porn looking like perfectly used perfection.”
My pussy squeezed down sharply, Bryce grunting as it did so.
“She definitely liked that.”
“You like that idea, angel?” Micah kissed me deeply and moved over to nipping my earlobe. “All those eyes seeing that you’re ours? Seeing how well you take alpha cock?”
“Yes,” I gasped out. Then Jesse was kissing me, devouring every whimper as Micah’s wicked fingers teased me to one more peak and I lost it, clamping down on Bryce’s knot until I was delirious with pleasure and ready to collapse face-first into bed.
“Our beautiful omega,” Micah crooned, scent marking my cheek. “Thank you for sharing yourself with us.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “You’re welcome.”
“Thoughts on letting me wake you up by devouring that perfect pussy?”
Bryce sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, she likes that too.”
Micah’s eyes gleamed. “Is that an invitation?”
I nodded, already wishing I was asleep so he could make good on the suggestion.
“If we’re going to be taking you apart night and day,” said Jesse, “we should get you cleaned up and to bed.”
“I’m all yours.” These alphas were going to turn me into a deviant.