Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
KAYLA
H eat wraps around me, searing every inch of my skin. I’m blazing, an inferno from the inside out. The scent of cedar, cinnamon, and sandalwood mingled with the briny tang of sea breeze fills the air. It’s overwhelming and makes my head feel like I’ve pounded down too many shots.
Liam is playing some game on his phone, but he catches the shift in the atmosphere before the others. My gaze locks onto him, and I can’t help but marvel at how even the mundane action of swiping a screen makes his muscles flex so enticingly under his shirt.
I slink toward him, predatory despite my usual reserve, my body moving with a languid grace I didn’t know I possessed.
“Think you could put that down for me?” The words drip from my lips like honey, thick and sweet, laced with a promise. A promise I’m more than willing to keep.
“Anything you want,” he says without hesitation, his tone low and rough. It sends a shiver racing down my spine.
I crawl onto his lap, my hands exploring the expanse of his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse beneath my lips as I kiss him there.
His touch ignites my skin, a blaze of sensation as his fingers trail fire down my sides. I gasp, the sound turning into a moan as I grind down against the hard outline of his erection. But our clothes, they’re just barriers—annoying, unnecessary layers. I need skin on skin, nothing between us.
With impatience, I tear away my own clothes, discarding them without care. Liam follows suit, his movements just as desperate, just as frenzied. Our bare flesh meets, and I can’t suppress the groan that escapes me. It’s raw, it’s primal, and damn, it’s exactly what this burning, aching body of mine craves.
There’s no space for thoughts, just the raw need pulsating through me. I shift, positioning myself above Liam, and in one smooth motion, I sink onto him.
“Fuck,” escapes me as a sigh of relief. His cock fills me completely, stretching me in the best possible way. The sensation of fullness is fucking amazing, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
The room’s air sticks to my sweaty skin as I begin to move, riding Liam with a desperation that shocks me.
His hands find my hips, urging me on, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring me onto him. Not like I’m going to leave anytime soon, but I like that he holds onto me like he doesn’t want to let me go.
I ride up and down on him, sensations building, but I want more.
I’m losing it, coming apart at the seams when my gaze lands on Ryker and then Dane.
“Please. More,” I plead in a ragged whisper torn from my throat, and I can’t recognize my own voice—can’t recognize this wild craving that’s taken hold of me.
Liam grunts beneath me, a sound that stokes the fire even higher. But it’s not enough. Not when there’s more heat to be had, more Alphas to quench this insatiable thirst inside me.
Beneath me, Liam fills me, each thrust a promise of relief that’s just out of reach. I’m riding him hard, desperate for something more, something fiercer, when Ryker steps up behind me.
“Need help there, sweetheart?” he growls, the scent of smoke and leather rolling off him in waves.
All I can do is nod. His fingers dip into where Liam and I are joined, coming away slick. He doesn’t waste any time coating his cock with my wetness, preparing himself to take me even further over the edge and I can’t wait.
“Please.” My hands press on Liam’s chest.
Dane’s hand cups my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple in a way that sparks another jolt of desire through me. His other hand wraps around his thick length, stroking slowly, deliberately. “Think you can handle all of us?”
Then Ryker’s blunt tip nudges against my ass, and I freeze, every muscle tensing.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck.
“Easy for you to say,” I shoot back, but there’s no bite to it—just an overwhelming need that has my body yielding, opening up for him.
Slowly he pushes inside, and it’s like being split open by liquid fire. I can barely breathe, the air is sucked right out of me as he stretches me, fills me to the brink. The sensation is raw, overwhelming—too much and yet not enough.
“Kayla?” Liam’s voice is strained beneath me, and I realize my movements have stilled.
“Yeah,” I force out a breath. “I’m—I’m okay.”
Dane tweaks my nipple and I moan, moving slightly and every nerve in my body is focused on these three alphas. That all of them are touching and filling me.
“Let me help you.” Liam strokes my clit, and I can’t keep myself from moving. Ryker deep inside my ass starts to pull out partially and push back in and I groan as pleasure ignites through my whole body.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain—or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, I’m dizzy with it, drunk on the dual sensations of being taken, claimed by two alphas at once.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Kayla,” Ryker praises, his tone laced with wicked satisfaction as he settles into a rhythm, driving into me with a possessive urgency that promises to shatter me apart. And damn if I don’t want to break into a million pieces under their touch.
I’m burning up from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for more as Ryker finally bottoms out inside me, all the way in, his thighs hitting the back of my legs. His cock fills my ass and finding spots in me I didn’t know existed.
The heat is relentless, and my skin is slick with sweat. I’m gasping, but I can’t get enough air—can’t get enough of anything.
“Move,” I whimper, and Ryker doesn’t need telling twice; he begins to thrust, each movement sparking little detonations deep within me. The sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room, a dirty symphony that’s music to my ears.
Liam joins in, pounding my sex, as both of them fill me, stuff me.
“God, yes,” I groan, muscles clenching around both him and Liam. The pressure builds until it feels like I’m going to burst into flames.
“Kayla,” Liam grunts beneath me, his grip on my hips bruising—but it’s perfect, grounding me as much as it stokes the fire. He moves with me, and I ride the wave, pushing back onto Ryker’s cock with abandon while sinking down onto Liam’s.
I’m close, so damn close. I can feel the climax barreling toward me, an unstoppable force that’s going to sweep me away.
And when it hits, it’s like an explosion inside me. I cry out, shuddering and shaking as pleasure consumes me whole.
Liam comes with a yell, his body tensing and then releasing beneath me.
“Fuck,” Liam says, and I lean down and kiss him.
“My turn,” Dane says, and we’re moving, shifting positions before I’ve even caught my breath.
Ryker pulls out so I can wiggle off Liam, then Dane scoots underneath me.
“Fuck, Dane—” That’s all I manage before he’s sliding home where Liam just was, filling me with a new heat, a different shape. I bite down on my lip, tasting blood, as the sensation of fullness ratchets up another notch.
“Like that?” Dane’s voice is rough, the sound vibrating through me.
“More,” I insist, because it’s never enough—can’t be enough with the inferno raging inside me. Dane complies, setting a pace that makes my vision blur at the edges.
Ryker plows back into my ass. With a gasp, I feel myself stretched to accommodate him, my ass throbbing in both pleasure and pain. Every vein, every ridge of his cock is hitting a spot deep inside me. Muscles clench around him as shockwaves of pleasure shot through my body.
“Take it, Kayla,” he commands, and I do—I take everything they give me, every last inch, every last touch because this is what I need. What I crave.
Heat coils in my veins like a live wire, my body a tight coil of need that thrums with every heartbeat. Liam’s fingers tease my nipples into hard peaks and I can barely catch a gasp before it turns into a moan. His touch awakens something sinful within me, sending my senses into overdrive.
“God, yes,” I say as Ryker’s rhythm grows more relentless from behind, his cock driving into me harder and harder. Each thrust sends shockwaves up my spine, tingles erupting beneath my skin until I’m nothing but a quivering mass of pure sensation.
“Fuck,” Ryker growls, his hands gripping my hips like he might break me apart. But I don’t care—if it means feeling this pleasure fracture through me over and over again.
Another climax claws its way up from the depths. It’s raw, it’s primal, and it’s all-consuming. My scream rips from my lips as ecstasy detonates inside me, my inner walls clenching around Dane while Ryker finishes with a rough push that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.
Then Ryker pulls out, collapsing beside me.
“All mine now,” Dane says, a feral note in his voice as he takes over, pounding into me with a force that has my teeth clattering. His fingers find my clit, unyielding, and I’m spiraling again, chasing down that bliss like it’s the air I need to breathe.
“Please,” my voice is a ragged whisper, barely recognizable as he works me over, pushing me toward the edge once more. The room spins, the scent of sex thick in the air, laced with the intoxicating mix of vanilla and jasmine—my scent mingled with theirs. The universe narrows to just this: Dane, Ryker, Liam, and the searing pleasure they coax from my body.
“Kayla, come for me,” Dane urges, and I shudder under the command, teetering on the brink. And then I’m falling, tumbling headlong into another orgasm that wracks my frame, tearing a strangled cry from deep within my chest.
“Fuck!” Dane’s curse is a victorious sound as he follows me over the edge, spilling hot and deep inside me.
Breathless, spent, I collapse, the aftershocks still rippling through me. I’m a mess, slick with sweat and marked by their touch, but in this moment, I’ve never felt more alive.
I sprawl across the sheets, every nerve ending in my body still singing from the relentless pleasure. My skin is damp with sweat, and the air in the room feels like it’s charged with electricity. Just breathing feels like an effort, but it’s Liam’s voice that cuts through the haze of satisfaction clouding my brain.
“Kayla,” he says, pressing a water bottle into my hand. “You’re heat’s just starting, you gotta drink so you don’t become dehydrated.”
I roll my eyes because, honestly, water is the last thing on my mind. I’m burning up, sure, but not for H2O.
The need coursing through me isn’t quenched by anything as mundane as water. But Liam’s gaze is insistent, and there’s a stubborn set to his jaw that tells me arguing is pointless. So I tilt the bottle to my lips, gulping down half of it in one go.
“Good girl,” Liam purrs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. He thinks he’s got me under control. Ha.
“You need to eat too.” Dane’s gruff tone echoes in my ears.
“Definitely,” I agree, voice thick with innuendo as I get onto my knees and crawl toward him. I’m all about satisfying appetites right now, just maybe not the kind he means.
Dane’s already hard again, his cock jutting out like it’s got its own agenda.
I flash him a wicked grin before dipping my head down. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salty tang of his skin, and I savor the sharp intake of breath that hisses from between his clenched teeth. Encouraged, I take him deeper, my mouth hot and eager.
“Fuck, Kayla...” Dane groans, fingers threading through my hair, guiding me with a firm yet gentle insistence.
I draw him in, sucking, licking. Each moan that vibrates against my lips sends a thrill spiraling down my spine.
Liam and Ryker are watching us, their gazes heavy with lust, but right now, it’s all about Dane and the power I have over him. It’s about taking what I want, and right now, what I want is to drive him wild.
“God, yes...” Dane’s hips buck and I can tell he’s close. I double my efforts, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure I can from him.
Because this is my heat, my rules, and I’m going to revel in every damn second of it.
God, I’m a live wire, all my senses dialed up to eleven. Dane’s essence hits the back of my throat, and I swallow without hesitation; it’s instinctual, like breathing.
The saltiness lingers on my taste buds, a reminder of the primal act I’m wholly submerged in. My body hums with satisfaction, but it’s a drop in the ocean compared to the tsunami of need still raging within me.
I pivot towards Ryker, eyes heavy-lidded and expectant, but he halts me with a smirk playing on his lips. “Save that,” he says, his voice rough like gravel. “I’ll go have a quick shower and then you can do whatever you like.”
I frown, the frustration knotting in my belly, but before I can protest, Liam steps into my line of sight, the scent of him—earthy and raw—blanketing me.
“You can have my cock wherever and however you want it, kitten.”
“Yes, please.” I kneel before him, a fire blazing through my veins. My tongue glides over the length of him, savoring the heat and hardness, the way he twitches beneath my touch.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth, confidence blossoming with each movement, each sound he makes. This is power—the power to unravel someone piece by piece until only desire remains is heady and I feel like I’m drunk or something.
“Shit, shit, shit. Kayla” Liam grunts, hands finding their way to my hair, not pushing or pulling, just feeling.
I focus on the task at hand, on the pulse of him against my lips, the slickness that eases the way I draw him deeper within. Each guttural moan from Liam fans the flames inside me, every inch of my skin alive with the need for more.
My world narrows down to the delicious ache building low in my belly. There’s no room for doubt or fear, just this moment, this hunger, this insatiable craving that claws at my insides, demanding fulfillment.
“Yes, fuck, yes...” Liam’s words slip out between clenched teeth, his control teetering on the edge as much as mine.
I’m on my knees, Liam’s taste fierce on my tongue, when Dane sidles up behind me. There’s no gentleness as his fingers skate over my slick heat, stoking the fire that’s blazed within me since this heat hit. My body reacts, ass arching toward him without needing a single thought.
A low chuckle rumbles from Dane’s chest, deep and knowing.
“Want something, Kayla?” His voice is teasing, taunting, but I can’t find the breath to answer. Plus Liam’s cock is thrusting down my throat and my eyes are watering.
So instead, I push back against Dane, silently begging. He doesn’t make me wait, his thick cock pressing at my entrance, relentless and sure. With one strong thrust, he’s in, filling me up, stretching me deliciously tight. I moan, muffled by Liam’s length still lodged in my mouth.
Heat suffuses my skin, nerve endings screaming as Dane sets a pace that’s both punishing and perfect. My inner walls clench around him, every stroke pushing me closer to oblivion.
Liam groans above me, his fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it, kitten.”
I double down, hollowing my cheeks, drawing him deeper. It’s carnal, the slick sounds of our bodies colliding.
My senses are drowning in the musk of sex, the tangy taste of Liam, the sound of our combined grunts and gasps.
The world outside my nest, this tangle of limbs and need, might as well not exist. I’m lost in the immediacy of sensation, the primal urge to take and be taken.
“Fuck, Kayla... I’m—” Liam’s curse is a warning, and hot spurts fill my mouth.
I suck him dry, even as my own pleasure coils tighter, threatening to snap.
“Fuck.” The word is a ragged sigh as Liam collapses onto a pillow, spent, leaving me to Dane’s merciless rhythm.
My mind splinters, thoughts fracturing into shards of pure feeling. I ride the edge of ecstasy, tethered to reality only by the hands that claim and possess me with each unrelenting thrust.
My back arches, pushing against the wall of heat that Dane builds with every thrust. His hand fists my hair, pulling hard as he drives into me. Sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through me.
My breasts bounce in rhythm with his urgency.
“Harder,” I rasp out, nails digging into the blankets. Dane complies without hesitation, his pace relentless, each movement sending shockwaves through my core.
I’m so slick, every slide of Dane’s cock is a stroke of exquisite fire, sizzling along my nerves.
He grunts, a low, primal sound that stokes my desire higher. “You’re so fucking perfect, Kayla.”
I can feel my orgasm, the crest rising fast and imminent. My breaths come in short gasps, chasing the oxygen that seems thinner with every moment. The tension coils, tighter and tighter, until?—
“Ah—Dane!” The climax rips through me, my entire body quaking as waves of ecstasy crash down. Dane’s rhythm falters, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
Dane groans, his voice strained. And then he’s there with me, his release hot and pulsing inside me as we both collapse, a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.
Our breaths mingle in the charged air.
Sweat coats my skin. I’m worn out, bone-deep exhaustion settling in as my eyelids grow heavy. A tiny part of my mind warns me that this is only the beginning; my heat could stretch out for days. But for now, I let the world fade away, surrendering to the dark embrace of sleep, safe within the circle of Dane’s arms and knowing that I’ve found my Alphas.