Chapter 24
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The world narrows to their pupils, all blown wide with predatory hunger.
Kylian’s words are a death knell to my control, a switch flipped inside me that sends every coherent thought scattering like frightened birds.
The heat isn't just a wave anymore; it's a riptide, pulling me under into a sea of pure, primal need.
My knees buckle, but Kylian’s arm is an iron band around my waist, holding me up. His scent is a drug, and I’m drowning in it, my body arching against his of its own accord, seeking a friction I didn't know I craved so desperately.
A low growl rumbles in Colter’s chest, the sound vibrating through the floorboards and straight into my clit. I whimper, my gaze locked on his as he takes a predatory step forward.
“She’s ripe,” he rasps, his voice a gravelly promise of everything I’m suddenly desperate for.
Luka is already crossing the room, his movements fluid and sure as he shoves the door to the nesting room wide open.
“Get her in there. Now.” His tone is sharp, a command that cuts through the haze, but it only makes the liquid fire in my veins burn hotter.
They move as one unit, a coordinated assault on my senses.
Kylian changes my position in his arms, swinging me to face him, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
The hard press of his erection against my soaked core makes me cry out, a broken, needy sound that is swallowed by the enclosed space of the foyer.
He carries me into the room, the other three right behind him. The door clicks shut, and the sound echoes in the charged silence.
The mattress is vast and white, a pristine altar for the debauchery my body is screaming for. Kylian lays me down gently, but the moment my back hits the soft surface, I’m scrambling, my hands tearing at my own clothes. The fabric is torture against my oversensitive skin. I need it gone. Now.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Luka murmurs, his voice a balm and a brand all at once. He’s on his knees beside me, his knuckles brushing my cheek. “We’ve got you.”
But I don’t want them to be gentle. I want them to devour me.
My gaze flickers between the four of them, all towering over me, their scents a potent, intoxicating cloud of pine, rain, and leather that makes my mouth water. My hips lift off the bed, an offering.
A plea.
“Please,” I whisper, the word a ragged, desperate thing. “Alphas. Please.”
“Your heart rate is elevated, and your pupils are dilated,” Luka murmurs, his voice a low, cultured tenor. He reaches out, his fingers hovering just above my wrist. “May I?”
I can only nod, my throat too tight to form words.
His fingers press gently against my pulse point. “She’s in full-blown heat. We need to be careful.”
“Careful,” Ridge growls in agreement, his hand landing on my shoulder and tightening possessively.
“But we need to take care of her. Now.” He looks down at me, his gaze softening with a tenderness that belies the ferocity in his scent.
“This is your call, Brylee. Always. Do you want us? Do you want us to help you through this?”
The question is a lifeline. My body is screaming yes, a desperate, primal plea. But…
Three faces pop to the forefront of my mind. Three faces I once loved with the entirety of my being. Three faces that kissed me one day and stabbed me in the back the next.
I told myself I’d never love again. I’d never trust another pack, another alpha, another man as long as I should live. For as long as I can remember, familiar tendrils of panic raked down my spine whenever I even thought about being intimate with an alpha.
That panic doesn’t make an appearance now.
All I feel is fire. It blazes through me, lighting me up like a torch and searching for an avenue to escape. It merges all my scattered thoughts into one—yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I look from Ridge's intense gaze to Kylian’s earnest one, to Luka’s focused attention, and finally to Colter, whose masked face is unreadable, but whose body language screams a single-minded need to claim. I am theirs.
And they are mine.
“Yes,” I breathe, the word a puff of air. “God, yes. I need you. All of you.”
That’s all the permission they need. It’s a flurry of motion, a symphony of scent and touch.
Ridge, limited by his injuries, stays where he is, his hands roaming my body, learning every curve as if for the first time.
Kylian and Luka gently maneuver me until I’m lying in the center of the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to my fevered skin.
They don’t rip my clothes off. They worship them away.
Kylian’s long, elegant fingers make quick work of the buttons on my dress, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He presses open-mouthed kisses to my collarbones, his tongue a velvet rasp.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin. “Our perfect omega.”
Luka kneels by my feet, his meticulous nature turning the simple act of removing my dress into a ritual of reverence. He slides the fabric down my legs, his hands caressing my calves, my ankles. He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, his touch sending a jolt straight to my clit.
“Every inch of you is a masterpiece, Brylee. We’re going to treat you as such.”
I’m left in nothing but my soaked panties, and the cool air does little to soothe the fire raging inside me. I’m squirming, a desperate, needy sound caught in my throat.
Then Colter is there.
He moves with a silent, predatory grace, settling between my spread legs. He doesn’t touch me yet, just looks. The intensity of his gaze through the mask is almost enough to make me come.
“Colter,” I whimper, lifting my hips in offering.
He finally moves, his large hands gently gripping my thighs.
He leans down, and I expect a rough, claiming kiss, but what I get is something so much more devastating.
He presses his face against the damp fabric of my panties and inhales deeply, a low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest. It’s the most intimate, possessive sound I’ve ever heard.
He’s smelling my need, my desire, and he’s savoring it.
“Please,” I beg, my hands fisting in the sheets.
With a gentleness that belies his gruff exterior, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly, so slowly, pulls them down. The cool air hits my swollen, slick folds, and I cry out.
And then his mouth is on me.
He doesn’t tease. He devours. His tongue is a hot, firm stripe against my clit, and my back bows off the bed. He licks and sucks with a single-minded intensity, his grip on my thighs keeping me anchored to the bed as I writhe and sob. It’s too much and not enough.
Kylian and Luka aren’t idle. Kylian’s mouth closes over one of my nipples, sucking and nipping, while Luka mirrors him on the other side. The dual sensations are exquisite torture.
Ridge’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, rough and commanding. “Look at me, Brylee.”
I force my eyes open, my vision blurry with unshed tears of ecstasy. Ridge’s hand is on his cock, stroking slowly, his eyes burning with a mix of lust and fierce love.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. So beautiful for us.” He looks at the others. “Make her come. I want to see her fall apart.”
That’s all it takes. Colter sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue while Kylian bites down gently on my nipple. The combination is my undoing.
My orgasm crashes over me, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that rips a scream from my throat. My entire body convulses, and my thighs cramp around Colter’s head as my vision whites out.
I’m still trembling in the aftermath when they pull back. My body is humming, sated for a split second before the heat builds again, even stronger this time. The emptiness is back, a gaping, aching chasm that needs to be filled.
Ridge’s voice is a low growl. “She’s ready. Colter, take her. But make it good.”
Colter rises over me, his body a wall of muscle and heat. He doesn’t say a word as he lines himself up with my entrance, his thick, heavy cock nudging against my swollen folds. When the fuck did he get undressed? Why didn’t I notice?
He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine through the mask. It’s a silent question, a final check for consent.
I answer by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him down.
“Yes.” I gasp. “Now.”
He surges into me in one long, powerful stroke, and the feeling of being so completely, utterly filled is sheer bliss. He’s huge, a stretching, burning pressure that soothes the ache and ignites a fresh fire. He starts to move in a deep, punishing rhythm that steals my breath.
Kylian moves to my side, his magnificent cock hard and ready.
“My turn,” he purrs, taking my hand and wrapping it around his silky, heated length.
I begin to stroke him, matching Colter’s relentless pace.
Luka moves to my other side, his own erection jutting proudly.
“Brylee,” he murmurs, “let me feel that clever mouth of yours.”
I turn my head, and he guides his cock to my lips. I open for him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head before I take him deep.
The world narrows to the points of contact, the three men who are my anchors in a sea of sensation.
Colter’s rhythm is a steady, punishing beat, the force of his thrusts driving a cry from my lips with every impact.
The sound is muffled by Luka, who begins to move with a slow, deliberate rocking of his hips, testing my limits.
He tastes of clean skin and raw desire, and the low groan he lets out vibrates through me, a counterpoint to Colter’s deep grunts.
Kylian, a wicked grin etched on his face, guides my hand with his own, his fingers laced through mine as we work his shaft together.
“Just like that, my perfect obsession,” he praises, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. “Feel how hard you make me.”
His other hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple into a tight, aching peak. The dual sensations of his touch and the relentless pounding from Colter are a dizzying cocktail of pleasure and pain.
Colter shifts his angle slightly, and the new depth makes me arch off the bed, a broken moan escaping around Luka’s cock.
Colter finds that spot, the one that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“There it is,” he growls, the sound pure satisfaction.
He begins to aim for it with every stroke, a targeted assault that has my inner muscles clenching around him, desperate for more. The coil in my belly tightens impossibly, winding up with a force that’s almost frightening.
Luka’s control begins to fray. His hands tangle in my hair, his movements becoming less controlled, more urgent.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take me.” His praise is ragged, his hips snapping forward.
I can feel him swelling, pulsing against my tongue, and I know he’s close. The power of it, of being able to bring him to this edge, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
Ridge’s voice cuts through the haze, a low command that sends a shiver down my spine. “Don’t you dare come yet, Brylee. Not until we say so.”
The order’s a lightning strike. My body screams for release, teetering on the very brink, but his voice holds me there, suspended in agonizing bliss.
Colter’s thrusts become erratic, his breathing harsh and heavy.
Kylian’s grip on my hand tightens, his own hips now thrusting into my slick fist. Luka gives a choked gasp, his body tensing as he finds his release, the hot, salty flood of his essence coating my tongue.
I swallow him down, my own need a desperate, pulsing ache.
As Luka slowly withdraws, Ridge is there, his gaze intense.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I force my eyes open, my vision blurry with unshed tears of pleasure.
“You’re going to come for us now. All of us. Let go, Brylee.”
That’s all it takes. The permission, the command, shatters the last of my control. The coil inside me snaps, and my orgasm rips through me with the force of a tidal wave. It’s a violent, all-consuming thing, starting deep in my core and radiating outward until every nerve ending is alight.
I scream, a raw, primal sound of pure ecstasy as my body convulses around Colter. The clenching of my inner muscles sends him over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hot release flooding me as he buries himself to the hilt.
And as I look up to see Ridge watching us all with fierce, possessive pride, I know I’ve never felt more complete.