When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a growl. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Is this what you really want?”
I nod, frantic. I’m already panting, already shaking from the sheer amount of need coursing through me, and I don’t know how he could think this isn’t what I want right now.
“Please, Everett,” I pant. “I’m sotired. I’m so tired of carrying everything. I’m tired of being the strong one, the protector, the planner. I’m just really fucking tired of handling everything on my own. I don’t want this to be another thing I have to manage alone. Please. I don’t want to be in charge tonight, and I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. I just want—” My voice breaks a little, but I swallow hard and force myself to keep going. “I just want you to take care of me for a while.”
Something flashes in Everett’s eyes, and there’s a small shift in his expression. The neutrality gives way to something dark and controlled, but it’s barely there.
It’s in his voice too when he says, “You don’t have to be in charge anymore. We’ll take care of you. All you need to do is take what we give you.”
I nod again, biting my lip hard. At this point, I’m barely holding myself together, but Everett saying that gives me permission to let go finally. Something that was tight and coiled inside me finally snaps, and I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a long time.
“Come here,” Everett says. There’s a command in it, but even if there wasn’t, I would have obeyed.
He leads me over to the bed and sits me down, and at a look from him, Cash and Lincoln move in as well.
All of them have a similar expression on their faces, heated and intense, and I look up at them, waiting and wanting. Luckily, they don’t draw it out. Everett nods, and all three of them move in, their hands suddenly everywhere.
They touch me just to touch me, but also to start peeling me out of my clothes. Cash hikes up the skirt of my dress, getting it over my hips so he can pull it over my head.
Lincoln’s hands are there to unsnap my bra and ease it over my arms before tossing it away. My socks and shoes are removed, and even my ponytail is taken down, letting my hair fall around my shoulders.
Their hands are warm and calloused, reverent and patient. Even though there’s a burning urgency in me, they don’t seem dictated by it, and something about that makes it easier to bear.
Lincoln’s mouth finds my neck, and the sudden shock of that touch makes me moan, low and needy. I tip my head to one side, giving him more space to work with, and he presses his tongue to the warmth of my skin in reward.
Big hands—Everett’s—palm my breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples lightly. I arch into the touch, already breathing harder while Cash moves behind me and starts tracing lazy, distracting patterns down my spine.
All of it sparks more heat inside me, and I flush, suddenly embarrassed by them seeing me like this. My scent is thick with heat, filling the air and drowning everything else out. I haven’t shaved in a while, figuring no one was going to be seeing me anyway, and I’m a mess, sticky and wet with arousal.
That doesn’t stop Lincoln from kissing his way down my shoulder and then coming around to drop to his knees in front of me.
He spreads my legs wider and settles between them before using his hands to spread my pussy open for him as well. He looks at me like I’m a gift, like I’m everything, and my heart pounds in my chest.
“You’re perfect,” he groans, his eyes flicking up to my face. “Every inch of you.”
All I can do is swallow hard and curl my toes against the floor.
He dives in without warning, or maybe I just lose time between him looking at me and his face buried in my soaking wet pussy. But either way, the next thing I know, he’s practically devouring me. He tongues at my slit like he wants to savor every drop of wetness he finds there, and then uses his fingers to spread me open wider.
Lincoln groans as he eats me out like he’s starving. Like there’s nothing he wants more than to feast on me for the rest of the night. His tongue works in slow circles, getting warmed up even more than I already am, and then he alternates to fast licks that set me on fire.
I cry out, arching against him, and when that grinds my pussy more against his face, he moans like that was exactly what he wanted to happen.
His fingers grip my thighs, holding me open, and before I know it, Everett and Cash are joining in. Their hands roam over me, calloused and warm, touching from my neck to my breasts.
Cash ducks his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and I spasm in place, a rush of heat coursing through me at the way that feels.
Everett follows his lead, taking the other side, cupping my tit so he can lift it and suck hard.
My head spins with it, with the pleasure that I can’t do anything to fight, and I try to stay quiet at first. I don’t know how loud is too loud, and even though the Alphas’ closest neighbors are nearly a mile away, I don’t want to scream loud enough to bring the house down.
But that’s not good enough for Lincoln, apparently. I bite down on my lip hard, and he seems to take it as a personal challenge to make me be louder.
I clench hard, and he keeps licking, growling a little as he suckles on my clit.
When he pulls back, his lips are shiny with my arousal, and that sends another pulse through me.
“Let go,” he says, his voice low and hoarse already. “I want to feel it when you lose control. I want to suffocate in your thighs.”