Raf's mouth lands on my shoulder from behind.
Open and hot and deliberate, his lips dragging across the curve of muscle between my neck and shoulder, his teeth scraping against my scar without biting. His hand spreads flat across my stomach, pulling me back against his chest, and I feel him hard against my ass through his sweatpants.
I'm caught between them and my brain is already shorting out. Phoenix's kiss deepens and Raf's hand slides lower and lower across my belly and I make a sound into Phoenix's mouth that I'd be embarrassed about if I had any shame left, which I don't, because shame is a luxury for people who haven't been through the shit we've been through.
Rex hasn't moved from the wall.
I break the kiss with Phoenix and look at him over my shoulder.
He's watching, but his face is still carefully turned. Even at an angle, his gaze is so intense, I can practically feel it prickling on my skin.
"Get over here," I say.
His jaw works. The exposed tendons on the scarred side flex and shift.
"Rex."
He pushes off the wall and rises to his full height.
Three steps and he's at the edge of the nest, looking down at the three of us like he's standing at the edge of a cliff trying to calculate the physics of the fall.
I reach up and grab the front of his shirt and pull.
He comes down hard, one knee sinking into the mattress, and I drag him the rest of the way until his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is different from Phoenix's. Rougher and even more desperate. The scar tissue on the right side of his lips drags against the corner of my mouth and he starts to pull away with a low, broken exhale, so I fist his hair and hold him there.
He growls at me. The sound vibrates through the kiss and into my whole chest.
Raf's fingers find the waistband of my underwear and pull them down my thighs and I lift my hips to help, and then I'm naked between three clothed alphas and the imbalance of it makes my pulse hammer.
"Off," I say against Rex's mouth. "All of you. Clothes off. Now."
They comply.
Phoenix's shirt goes over his head, revealing his gloriously broad, thick torso. Raf's clothes hit the floor fast enough I think he might havetornthem. Rex is slower. His fingers hesitate at the hem of his t-shirt before he pulls it over his head, the burn scars webbing across his torso shiny in the warm fairy light.
My hand finds his chest. The scarred skin is tight and smooth under my palm, broken up by the tattoos I've spotted before but have never really gotten a close look at. They're mostly abstract. Triangles and other shapes breaking off from the scars so the scars almost look like they were inked themselves.
Now that I'm looking, they're stick-and-poke, and none of them seem like they were done by a professional.
I think he did these himself.
Even the Roman numerals stretched across his lower left rib, which I realize immediately is his birthday.
Nash'sbirthday.
The one they shared.
"Gorgeous," I murmur.
"Shut up," he mutters, but his eye is soft.
Phoenix pulls me into his lap. My back against his chest, his cock pressing against the curve of my ass, and his hands come around to cup my breasts with a rumbling purr. His thumbs brush my nipples and I arch back against him, and his groan rumbles through his rib cage and into my spine.
Raf kneels in front of me. He leans in and kisses a line down the center of my chest, between my breasts where the binder has left fading marks on my skin.
His mouth trails lower. And lower. His hands grip my thighs and spread them apart over Phoenix's lap and his tongue finds me. My hand flies to his hair and I gasp so hard my smoke-damaged lungs protest.
"Fuck—"