fifteen
VIOLET
Ben curls his body around mine and holds me close while we sleep off the trauma of the previous day. I almost hate to admit how good it feels, knowing I’m safe in my alpha’s arms. For so long it’s been me against my mother, me against my past mistakes, me against the world. But both Ben and Noah have proven that I don’t need to fight alone anymore. Life can be a team sport if you invite the right players to the field.
Maybe I won’t have a pack of four men devoted to me like I’d very briefly allowed myself to hope. And crave. Maybe I just get one—one alpha and one beta. Life will be a bit tricky for us to figure out with this unique arrangement, but at least we’ll have each other.
Ben is smart, Noah is determined, and I’m resourceful. Together we will find a way. If love is all we have, then love will have to be enough.
A growing agitation in my stomach rouses me the next morning. I can’t remember eating or drinking anything since that Iced Elsa with Archer in the wee hours of the morning yesterday. No wonder I’m famished.
I crack open an eye to find Noah smiling at me from the other bed. “I heard that. Want to get some breakfast?”
I scramble out of Ben’s arms and join Noah on his bed. As I relax into his bare chest, I smell… nothing. Gone is the heady blend of cayenne and wood chips. It’s been replaced by only the faintest scent of soap and linens.
He nods as if reading my mind and liking the story it tells. “Washed that all off yesterday. For good.”
“It feels good to not have to lie anymore,” I agree softly.
I meant it to be encouraging, to show I understand, but Noah’s face falls. “If you want me to go, I’ll understand. You’ve still got Ben. You don’t need me here.”
“Noah, stop. Whether or not we need you, I want you. You’re mine. That’s not going to change.” To prove my point, I clamber onto his lap, grab his face in my hands, and crush my lips to his.
Ben loves words, language. But sometimes words aren’t enough. Like now with Noah. I can tell him a million times how much he’s come to mean to me, but if I show him… It’s only then he might finally decide to believe me.
Clear in my mission, I whip off my dress and toss it to the floor. Thank goodness Archer insisted on bringing me a change of clothes yesterday or I’d still be stuck in those same old pajamas.
The cool morning air works my nipples into peaks. Or maybe that’s just my desire announcing itself. Beta or not, I want this man, and he needs to know it.
Noah reaches up to roll my hard nipples between his fingers, moaning appreciatively as I arch my back.
“What about…?” He lets his words trail away as he glances toward Ben, who still lies sleeping in my abandoned bed.
I bite his lip, eliciting a sharp gasp. “Let him wake up. I don’t care. He can watch us. Right now I need you. Only you.” I punctuate this assertion by peppering kisses down his torso. I love the contrast of his scratchy beard and his taut muscles.
So many different sensations, so many wild feelings with this one. I can’t wait to experience the feel of his beard against my pussy as he drives me to orgasm with his tongue… but I will. For now.
Noah is the one who needs special love and care right now. The poor guy is so worried that he isn’t wanted. That’s why I’m going to make him my first—for this, at least.
“I’ve never done this before,” I mention as I help him out of his boxers, holding his hardening cock by the shaft and lowering my face to meet it. “So you’ll have to tell me what feels good.”
Noah groans as his cock flexes and brushes softly against my cheek. “Jesus, Violet. It all feels good with you. Every last bit.”
Yes! Seems he’s finally getting the point. I hum in satisfaction before curling my lips over his head and reaching for his balls with my free hand.
He lets out a primal, guttural groan, causing Ben to shift and turn over in his bed. Noah’s eyes dart toward the sleeping alpha, but I keep my gaze trained on him as I lick and suck and massage and love.
“You know…” I release him from my mouth and use both hands to stroke his thick length. “I can’t take your knot, but I bet my tight little omega body can expand in other ways.” I dip my head again and envelop him in my mouth, slowly working his cock deeper and deeper.
He runs his hand through my hair appreciatively. “Violet, you’re a fucking miracle,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”
Ha, like I would ever stop. Truth is I love this too. Omegas are made for pleasure, both giving and receiving. And those sexy fucking noises he makes when I take his cock down my throat already have me dripping with desire.
Blurred movement from across the room catches my eye as Ben turns over in bed. His eyes are open now and glued to the two of us. Noah, of course, is too far gone to notice, while Ben is too much of a gentleman to say anything—or maybe he just knows how much Noah and I need this moment to ourselves.
Still, it’s hot as hell, taking one man while the other looks on, helpless when it comes to satisfying me, needing to trust his brother to get the job done right.
I keep my eyes on Ben’s face as I take Noah deeper still, working against my gag reflex until finally my chin brushes up against his balls. Tickles.