Nobody laughs.
Brody and Jakob move in closer on either side of me, their skin pressing to mine beneath the water. The contact drags a loud, shaky breath out of me, but it isn’t enough. It helps for one second, maybe two, and then the hunger surges as if mybody has registered them both and decided touch alone is a cruel beginning.
“Then let us make it easier,” Brody says softly.
My eyes sting because it’s pressure and heat and a deep, pulsing throb that has me digging my fingers into the edge of the tub. Every part of me is fighting not to beg, not to turn into something wild and shameless, but the fact that they’re here, that they crave me like this, is wearing me down.
Jakob’s hands find my hips beneath the water. “Come here,” he mutters. “Sit on my lap. Sometimes just an Alpha’s touch can calm the inferno.”
I release what comes out as a sob. “I think I need more than touch right now. Then I can deal with the embarrassment afterward.”
“Give yourself to us, Claire. Let us take care of you.”
A moan spills out of me. The agony twists sharper, dragging me toward them until I’m one breath away from pleading with them to stop being gentle and just take what I’m barely managing to offer.
My control is gone. It left sometime last night and hasn’t sent a forwarding address.
I instantly move onto Jakob’s lap, my back flush with his chest, the hardness of his cock right on my ass. Of course, I’m grinding against him, and I love the way he groans. His hands slide to my thighs, parting them over his legs, opening me to the warm water and Brody’s gaze. There’s a vulnerability in the position that should terrify me, but I’m beyond that point.
With those blue eyes, Brody watches my face and every micro-reaction I have, while Jakob kisses my temple. His arm coils around my waist, and his scent is engulfing me. Brody slides closer, his hand under the water, gliding along my inner thigh, and when his fingers find me, I arch back against Jakob’s chest and cry out.
Corey appears at the tub’s edge, stripped down, grinning. “Now that’s a view I could get used to.” He rushes in, water sloshing, and settles across from us. “How’s my sunshine doing?”
“She’s losing her mind.” My voice is barely a whisper.
He moves through the water, closer now, his hand finding my jaw, tilting my face toward him. “We’re yours, whatever you want.”
Brody’s fingers push inside me, and I convulse in their arms. It happens so fast, so violently, that I scream, my body clenching around Brody while Jakob holds me steady.
“Beautiful,” Jakob whispers against my ear. “You’re so gorgeous when you cry out.”
The wave recedes. I’m panting, shaking, draped against Jakob’s chest, and for three breaths, I’m calm.
Then Brody removes his fingers, and the heat snaps back. A fist of need clenches in my core, and once again my hips roll against Jakob’s erection. I need him inside me desperately, so I shift, adjusting to meet his cock, which rises with me.
Jakob’s hand guides himself into my entrance, and then I sink onto him, with all three Alphas watching me like starved wolves. The stretch and the fullness are every-fucking-thing. I’m moaning, going deeper.
“Fuck, Claire,” Jakob growls. His hands grip my hips, steadying me, and his forehead drops to my shoulder. “So fucking tight.”
I can’t find my words, as I’m breathless, so instead I’m rolling my hips in slow circles, taking Jakob deeper, my hands braced on his thighs beneath the water. Every cell in my body sparks up.
Brody’s mouth finds my throat, kissing a trail from my jaw to my collarbone, and his hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. I hold on to Brody’s forearms, gasping as my hipsstutter over the huge cock inside me. Jakob groans beneath me, and I love being in control for a change.
“I’m fucking loving this!” Corey says, sitting at our side in the water, eyes huge, his hand already on his own cock.
“I think she needs more,” Brody murmurs against my lips.
“Fuck yes, she does,” Corey adds.
“Give it to her,” Jakob says rapidly.
I’m about to ask what they mean when Jakob’s hands slide under my knees and lift my legs wider, holding them apart over his thighs. Brody inches in closer between my spread legs, the water streaming off his chest, his body perfectly framed in morning light. Then his cock pushes against my pussy, right where Jakob is currently buried.
“Um, I don’t think it’ll fit,” I say, slightly worried.
“It will,” Brody insists. “Trust us. This gorgeous, golden pussy is made for us.”
I’m trying to catch my breath, floating on their compliment, when he presses the tip of his cock harder against my entrance just above Jakob’s. The pressure is intense, foreign, overwhelming. I have a death grip on Brody’s shoulders.