The men take turns reading Cora bedtime stories later, doing their usual routine where Lincoln reads and Cash does the voices, while Everett sits in the chair, supervising and making sure the other two don’t rile her up instead of getting her to sleep.
Once Cora is out, I find myself being pulled into the master bedroom by three very determined Alphas.
Before I can ask what’s got them so riled up, I’m being kissed thoroughly. Lincoln starts it, pulling me into his arms and kissing me until I part my lips for him. He slips his tongue into my mouth, twining it with mine until I’m panting and clinging to him a bit. Then he passes me to Cash, who kisses me with just as much passion and intent.
When Everett gets his turn, his kiss is all demand. I can feel the power in it, the control, and I surrender to the feeling, letting him claim me with his mouth the way he seems to want to.
“What’s all this?” I pant when my mouth is unoccupied for a while.
“We’ve been craving you all day,” Cash explains. “Watching you, wanting you.”
“And now that we get to have you, we’re not wasting any more time,” Lincoln adds.
“Oh, I see.” I smile at that. It never gets old, hearing how much they want me and seeing all the evidence of it.
“Do you?” Everett asks. He moves in closer again, putting his hands on my waist. “Because I’m not sure.”
“No I—” I don’t get any more words out before he’s picking me up and all but tossing me onto the bed. I make a noise of surprise, laughing as I bounce against the mattress.
Honestly, that show of strength is enough to have my heart racing and my body going tight with want. Watching the three of them stalk to the bed, closing the door and shedding their clothes as they come, does the rest of the job.
By the time they’re on me, getting me out of my clothes as well, I’m panting and growing desperate for them, my body buzzing with arousal. They touch me, trailing kisses over my neck and down my chest. Cash nuzzles at my belly, setting his teeth against the soft flesh there before moving down to mouth at my inner thighs.
His eyes burn with hunger, and I arch up while Everett and Lincoln play with my tits, suddenly hungry myself to have Cash’s mouth on me. But I smirk, an idea forming in the back of my mind.
“Wait,” I tell him. “I don’t want you like this.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Should I be offended?”
I roll my eyes at him. “No, you should get on your back for me.”
Heat flares as he catches my meaning and scrambles to obey. There’s a rush of power from that, the idea of this powerful Alpha doing what I want him to do.
He settles back, watching me as I climb up over him. His hands come up to support my hips, and I lower myself down so my wet pussy is right over his face.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “You have the best ideas.”
I laugh at that, and start riding his face with slow rolls of my hips. He presses his tongue inside me, letting me feel the length of it and use it for my pleasure. That’s such a fucking turn on, really, and I tip my head back, moaning his name and threading my fingers into his hair.
Lincoln moves in behind me, his fingers slick with lube, and he probes the tight ring of muscle in my ass. I gasp when one finger slips in, thrusting deep and spreading that slick slide around.
“So fucking tight,” Lincoln mutters. “Open up for me, beautiful.”
I breathe through the burn of the stretch, trying to do as he says and let him in. With Cash’s tongue working inside me, it doesn’t take long before Lincoln can add a second finger, fucking me as deeply as he can with them.
I’ve never been confident enough to do anything like this, taking control and saying what I want with such boldness when I’m not in heat, but it feels right to do it here, and the men encourage me to feel like I can do it more.
Everett watches, his cock in his hand as he strokes himself slowly. “You look like a queen like that,” he says. “Riding Cash’s tongue. Making use of his mouth for something other than talking.”
Cash lifts one hand from my hips to flip Everett off, drawing a breathless laugh from me.
“Take what you want,” Everett continues, unbothered. “We want to give it to you.”
“I want you too,” I tell him, turning pleading eyes his way. “I want you so bad.” My mouth waters watching him stroke himself, and I hope he can see every bit of that in my eyes.
He must be able to because he chuckles that low, dark sound I like, and comes over, cock still in hand.
“Is this what you want? You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours while Cash and Lincoln make you come?”