Chapter 25 Sharon
SHARON
Iwake up in the middle of the night, and I don't know why at first.
The room is dark except for the faint glow of moonlight coming through the curtains.
Cassian is on my left, one heavy arm draped across my stomach.
Jett is on my right, his leg tangled with mine, his breath warm and steady against my shoulder.
Pine is at the foot of the bed, his hand wrapped loosely around my ankle even in sleep.
I should go back to sleep, but my skin feels warm. Not feverish, just aware. Like every place they're touching me is lit up and glowing. My heart is beating faster than it should be for someone who's just lying in bed doing nothing.
I shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, and the movement makes Cassian's hand slide lower on my stomach. Just that small change in pressure makes my breath catch.
Oh.
That's what this is.
I'm not sick, nor going into heat. I'm just so fucking horny while lying in bed with three sleeping alphas who would probably be very interested in helping with this problem if they were awake.
My scent shifts without me meaning it to. I can smell it myself, the way the strawberry and honey notes go richer, deeper. Less like a bakery and more like something you'd taste on someone's skin.
Cassian stirs first. His breathing changes, going from the deep rhythm of sleep to something shorter, more alert. His hand flexes against my stomach and I feel his fingers spread wider, like he's trying to touch more of me at once.
"Sharon?" His voice is rough from sleep, barely above a whisper.
"Sorry," I breathe. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Don't be sorry." He shifts up onto his elbow so he can look down at me. His gray eyes are dark in the dim light, pupils blown wide. "Your scent changed."
"I know. I'm sorry, I just woke up and I..." I trail off because I don't know how to finish that sentence without sounding desperate.
"And you what?" His thumb strokes a slow line just above the waistband of my sleep shorts and I have to bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.
"I woke up wanting you," I admit quietly. "All of you. I know that sounds greedy."
"It sounds perfect," he says, then leans down to kiss me.
It's slow at first. Just his lips on mine, gentle and exploring, like he's giving me time to change my mind. But I don't want slow right now. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, kissing him harder, and I feel him smile against my mouth before he gives me what I'm asking for.
His tongue slides against mine and I taste mint toothpaste from hours ago and something that's just him.
His hand moves up from my stomach to cup my breast through the thin t-shirt I borrowed from Pine, and when his thumb brushes over my nipple, I make a sound that's probably too loud for three in the morning.
Jett wakes up with a sharp inhale. "What's going on?"
I break away from Cassian's kiss to look at him. His brown eyes are alert now, tracking between my face and where Cassian's hand is still on my breast. His scent spikes immediately, cedar and smoke mixing with the strawberry and honey until the air feels thick with it.
"She woke up wanting us," Cassian explains, his voice low and smug.
"Oh," Jett says, and that one word is loaded with about seventeen different emotions. He shifts closer, propping himself up on his elbow so he's mirroring Cassian's position on my other side. "And what do you want us to do about that?"
"Touch me," I say, and my voice comes out breathier than I intended. "I want you to touch me."
"Where?" Jett asks, and there's a wicked edge to his smile now.
"Everywhere."
Pine's voice comes from the foot of the bed, still thick with sleep but definitely awake. "You sure about this?"
I push myself up slightly so I can see him. He's sitting up now, his dark hair messed from sleep, his eyes focused entirely on me. His hand is still on my ankle and his thumb is drawing small circles against my skin that I can feel all the way up my leg.
"I'm sure," I tell him. "I want this. I want you. All of you."
He holds my gaze for a long moment, like he's searching for any hint of hesitation, then nods slowly. "Okay. But you tell us if you need to stop. Any time."
"I will."
Cassian kisses me again, deeper this time, and Jett's mouth finds my neck. He kisses along the side of my throat, then behind my ear, then down to where my neck meets my shoulder. When his teeth scrape lightly against my skin, I arch up into the touch without meaning to.
"Sensitive there?" he murmurs against my neck.
"Apparently."
He does it again and this time I definitely arch up, pressing my breast harder into Cassian's hand. Cassian makes an approving sound and squeezes gently, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple through the fabric of the shirt.
Pine moves up the bed, settling on his knees between my legs. His hands slide up my calves, over my knees, along my thighs, and he stops just before he reaches the hem of my shorts. "Can I take these off?"
"Yes." The word comes out almost frantic. "Yes, please."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I lift my hips so he can slide the shorts down my legs along with my underwear. The cool air hits my skin and I shiver, but not from cold. From anticipation. From the way all three of them are looking at me now.
"The shirt too," Cassian says. It's not quite a question.
I nod and he helps me sit up just enough to pull Pine's borrowed t-shirt over my head. Then I'm completely bare and lying between three fully clothed alphas, which seems unfair.
"Your turn," I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "I want to see you too."
They move together, like they've done this before, which they probably haven't, but somehow they make it look coordinated anyway.
Shirts come off first. Cassian's chest is broad and defined, tattoos wrapping around his ribs and down one arm.
Jett is leaner but no less muscular, all long lines and compact strength.
Pine has that solid, sturdy build that makes me want to climb him like a tree.
Pants follow. And then there are three very naked, very aroused alphas surrounding me and I have to take a moment to just process that this is my life now.
"Stop thinking," Jett says, leaning down to kiss me. "I can hear you thinking from here."
I kiss him back instead of arguing, and his mouth is demanding in a way that's different from Cassian's. More urgent. More hungry. His hand slides down my side, over my hip, between my legs, and when his fingers find me wet and ready he groans into my mouth.
"She's soaked," he says, and he sounds almost awed.
"Then stop teasing her," Pine says, his voice rough.
Jett's fingers slide through my folds, finding my clit with embarrassing accuracy. He circles it slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I break away from his kiss to gasp.
Cassian's mouth is on my breast now, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. The dual sensation of Jett's hand between my legs and Cassian's mouth on my breast makes my brain go fuzzy.
Pine is watching all of this with dark, intense eyes. He's stroking himself slowly, almost absently, while he watches Jett work me higher and higher.
"I want to taste you," Cassian says against my breast. "Can I?"
"Yes," I manage. "God, yes."
He kisses down my stomach, taking his time about it, and every press of his lips feels deliberate. When he settles between my legs, Jett moves his hand away to give Cassian room. I immediately miss the touch, but then Cassian's mouth is on me, and I forget how to form coherent thoughts.
His tongue is hot and wet and thorough. He licks a long stripe up my center, and I nearly come off the bed. Jett steadies me with a hand on my hip while Cassian does it again, slower this time, like he's savoring the taste.
Pine moves up beside me, kissing me while Cassian works between my legs. I can taste mint on Pine's tongue too, and underneath it that particular flavor that's just him. His hand cups my jaw, holding me steady while he kisses me deep and slow.
Cassian's tongue circles my clit and my hips jerk involuntarily. He pins me down with one large hand splayed across my lower stomach and keeps going, building a rhythm that has me panting against Pine's mouth.
Jett is playing with my breasts now, his hands cupping and squeezing, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Every sensation is amplified, layered, overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Cassian," I gasp, breaking away from Pine's kiss. "I'm going to, I'm close, I—"
"Then come," he says against me, and the vibration of his voice combined with the next swipe of his tongue pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm crashes through me in waves, my back arching, my hands fisting in the sheets. Cassian works me through it, his tongue gentling but not stopping until I'm trembling and oversensitive and pushing at his head weakly.
He pulls back with a satisfied grin, his lips glistening. "Good?"
"Understatement," I breathe.
He moves back up the bed and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue which should be weird but somehow isn't.
When I can think again, I reach for Jett. "Your turn."
He moves between my legs, settling his hips against mine. I can feel him hard and hot against my entrance, and I lift my hips in invitation.
"You're sure?" he asks, and despite everything that just happened, he's still checking.
"I'm sure. I want you inside me."
He enters me slowly, inch by careful inch, giving my body time to adjust to the stretch. He's thick enough that I feel every bit of progress, and by the time he's fully seated inside me I'm already climbing toward another orgasm.
"Okay?" His voice is strained, like holding still is taking all his concentration.
"Move," I tell him. "Please move."
He does, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The angle is perfect, hitting something inside me that makes my toes curl. He sets a steady rhythm, not too fast but deep enough that I feel it everywhere.
Cassian kisses me while Jett moves inside me. His hand finds my breast again, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Pine's hand is in my hair, his lips on my neck, and I'm surrounded by them completely.
The pressure builds low in my belly, tighter and tighter with each thrust. Jett's breathing gets rougher, his rhythm less controlled.
"Sharon," he grits out. "I'm close."
"Me too," I gasp.
He reaches between us and finds my clit with his thumb, circling it in time with his thrusts. That's all it takes. I come with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him, and he follows seconds later with a groan that sounds like it's pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.
We stay connected for a moment, both breathing hard, before he carefully pulls out. I feel empty immediately, but then Cassian is there, moving into position.
"Think you can handle another?" he asks, his gray eyes searching mine.
My body is already responding to just the promise in his voice. "Yes."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the stretch. He's bigger than Jett, thicker, and I feel impossibly full. He gives me a moment to adjust, then starts moving with deep, powerful strokes that make the headboard tap lightly against the wall.
"You feel amazing," he says, his voice rough. "So tight. So perfect."
Pine is beside me, stroking himself while watching Cassian move inside me. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his length, and he groans low in his throat.
"Like this?" I ask, stroking him from base to tip.
"Just like that," he breathes.
Cassian's pace increases, each thrust pushing me higher. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks and I love it. I love feeling claimed, possessed, wanted.
When the orgasm hits this time, it's deeper, more intense, pulling something from my core that makes me shake apart completely. Cassian follows with a harsh groan, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.
He pulls out slowly and Pine immediately takes his place. He enters me carefully despite how worked up he clearly is, watching my face for any sign that it's too much.
"I'm okay," I tell him. "I want you."
He begins to move, his rhythm different from both Jett and Cassian. More controlled. More deliberate. Like he's trying to memorize how I feel.
I'm still stroking him and he's moving inside me and the dual sensation makes my head spin. He leans down to kiss me and I taste his breath, feel his weight pressing me into the mattress, smell his scent wrapping around me.
"Sharon," he murmurs against my lips. "You're so good. So perfect for us."
The orgasm builds slower this time, but when it crests it's overwhelming. I come with Pine deep inside me, my body clenching around him, and he follows with my name on his lips.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. I'm boneless, satisfied, thoroughly loved. My body aches in the best way and I can barely move.
They arrange themselves around me, their hands stroking my skin, their scents mixing with mine until I can't tell where one ends and another begins.
"That was..." I start, but I can't find the words.
"Yeah," Cassian says softly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
Jett's fingers intertwine with mine. Pine holds me close, his arm solid around my waist.
I drift toward sleep surrounded by them, their warmth pressing against me from all sides. Cassian's arm is heavy across my waist. Jett's fingers are still intertwined with mine. Pine's breath is slow and steady against my hair.
Through the window, I can see a sliver of night sky. Stars scattered across the darkness like someone tossed diamonds up there and forgot to collect them.
I think about the hotel room with its beige curtains and industrial detergent smell. I think about how lonely I was just days ago. I think about how scared I was to want this.
And now here I am, wrapped up in three alphas who just showed me exactly how much they want me back.
"Thank you," I whisper to the universe, to the stars, to whatever force pushed me in this direction. "Good job on this one."
Pine's arm tightens around me. "You say something?"
"Just talking to myself."
"Mm." He presses a kiss to my temple. "Go to sleep."
I close my eyes and let myself sink into the warmth, into the safety, into the absolute rightness of this moment.
Sometimes the universe throws you in the right direction harder than you expect. And sometimes the right direction comes with three alphas, a bed full of tangled limbs, and the kind of satisfaction that makes your bones feel like honey.
Sleep takes me under like a warm wave, and I go willingly.