Chapter 238
Kara
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Asher was there. His kiss was different—controlled but no less intense, a slow burn that built heat low in my belly. He kissed like he did everything else: with meticulous attention to detail, cataloguing every gasp, every shiver, every place that made me moan.
"Beautiful," he murmured against my lips. "So fucking beautiful."
Cole's hand found the hem of my shirt—his shirt—and paused. "Can we?"
I nodded, lifting my arms so he could pull it over my head. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. I wasn't wearing a bra—hadn't bothered after my shower—and the way all three of them looked at me made me feel like the most desirable woman alive.
"Jesus," Blake breathed. "Your tits are—"
"Swollen," I finished, self-conscious. "Pregnancy thing. They're going to get worse."
"They're perfect," he corrected, one hand cupping my breast with reverent care. "Fucking perfect."
His thumb brushed over my nipple and I gasped—they were so sensitive now, every touch amplified. Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction at my response, his determination to learn every new way pregnancy had changed my body.
Asher's hands found the waistband of my leggings. "These too?"
"Please," I managed, and he stripped them off with efficient grace, taking my underwear with them.
Now I was bare before them, sprawled against the pillows while they remained fully clothed. It should have felt vulnerable. Instead, it felt powerful—seeing the way they looked at me, the hunger in their eyes, the barely restrained need flooding the bond.
"You're overdressed," I pointed out, voice husky.
Blake was already yanking his shirt over his head. "Fixing that right now."
Cole and Asher followed suit, and then there was just skin and heat and the press of three bodies against mine. Blake on my right, Asher on my left, Cole between my legs, all of them touching me at once until I couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
"Tell us what you want," Asher murmured, his lips finding my shoulder. "We'll give you anything."
"Everything," I gasped as Cole's mouth closed around my nipple, tongue flicking in ways that made my back arch. "I want everything."
Blake's hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me already wet. "Fuck, baby. You're soaked."
"Your fault," I managed. "All of you. The way you look at me, touch me, smell like you want to devour me—"
"We do," Cole confirmed, releasing my nipple with a soft pop. "Want to worship every inch of you. Want to make you feel so good you forget everything except us."
His mouth moved lower, kissing down my sternum, my ribs, my belly. He paused at the slight swell where our children grew, pressing reverent kisses there that made my throat tight.
"Our babies," he whispered against my skin. "Growing inside you. You're so fucking strong, Kara. Creating life while healing from everything you've been through."
Asher's fingers joined Blake's between my thighs, both of them exploring with maddening gentleness. "We're going to take care of you," he promised. "Make you feel cherished. Desired. Loved."
"I already feel—oh God—" Blake's thumb found my clit, circling with perfect pressure while Asher's fingers slid inside me. "I already feel all of that."
"Good," Blake growled against my neck. "But we're going to make sure you never doubt it. Never wonder if you're wanted."
Cole's mouth reached the apex of my thighs, and I felt his breath ghost over my sensitive flesh. "Can I taste you, gorgeous? Please?"
The please undid me. "Yes. God, yes."
His tongue was heaven—slow and thorough, licking through my folds while Blake and Asher's fingers worked in tandem. The dual stimulation was almost too much, sensation building faster than I could process.
"That's it," Asher murmured, his free hand finding my breast, rolling my nipple between skilled fingers. "Let go for us, sweetheart. Let us see you come apart."
Blake's mouth found mine, swallowing my moans as Cole's tongue circled my clit with devastating precision. Through the bond, I felt all three of them—Blake's fierce satisfaction, Asher's controlled hunger, Cole's devoted worship—and it pushed me over the edge.
I came with a cry that Blake caught, my body arching as pleasure crashed through me in waves. They didn't stop—Cole's tongue gentling but not retreating, Blake and Asher's fingers slowing but maintaining the rhythm, drawing out my orgasm until I was shaking with aftershocks.
"Beautiful," Asher breathed, and through my pleasure-hazed vision I saw the awe on his face. "So beautiful when you let go."
Cole pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh before moving up my body, his mint scent now laced with my arousal. "How do you feel?"
"Boneless," I admitted. "And greedy. Because that was amazing but I want more."
Blake groaned. "You're going to kill us, baby. In the best possible way."
"Good," I said, finding the strength to push at his shoulder. "On your back."
His eyebrows rose but he obeyed, settling against the pillows. I straddled him carefully—mindful of the babies, of my still-sensitive body—and watched his pupils blow wide as I positioned myself over him.
"Kara," Asher warned. "We should be careful. The pregnancy—"
"Is perfectly capable of handling this," I finished, sinking down onto Blake's length with a moan we both shared. "Dr. Martinez said so herself. As long as we're gentle."
"Gentle," Blake gasped, hands gripping my hips. "Right. Gentle. I can do gentle."
But there was nothing gentle about the way he looked at me—like I was everything he'd ever wanted and more than he deserved. I started to move, finding a rhythm that made us both groan.
Asher's hand found my back, steadying me. "Slow," he instructed. "Let him feel every inch of you."
I obeyed, taking my time, savoring the stretch and fullness. Through the bond, I felt Blake's pleasure building, felt the tight control he was exerting to let me set the pace.
Cole's hand slid around to my front, fingers finding my clit again. "Let us make you feel good," he murmured. "Let us take care of you."
The combination—Blake inside me, Cole's fingers working magic, Asher's steadying presence and whispered praise—built me toward another peak embarrassingly fast. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, every nerve ending singing.
"Close," I gasped. "I'm so close."
"Come for us," Asher commanded, his Alpha voice bleeding through. "Let us feel it through the bond. Show us how good we make you feel."
I shattered, clenching around Blake as pleasure whited out my vision. Through the bond, I felt him follow me over, his own release triggered by mine, our pleasure feeding back and forth until I couldn't tell where mine ended and his began.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms came around me immediately, holding me close while I trembled through the aftershocks.
"Okay?" he murmured into my hair.
"More than okay," I managed. "That was—"
"Perfect," Cole finished, his hand gentle on my back. "You're perfect."
Asher pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "We should clean you up. Get you comfortable."
"In a minute," I protested, not ready to move from Blake's warmth. "Just... let me enjoy this for a minute."
Through the bond, I felt their contentment, their satisfaction at having pleased me. But I also felt the edge of their unfulfilled desire—they'd both held back, focused entirely on my pleasure.
"What about you two?" I asked, tilting my head to look at Asher and Cole.
"We're fine," Asher assured me. "Tonight was about you."
"That's not fair," I argued. "The bond goes both ways. I can feel how much you want—"
"And we'll deal with it," he interrupted gently. "After you've rested. After we're sure you're not too sore or tired or—"
"Asher." I shifted carefully off Blake, ignoring his sound of protest. "I'm not made of glass. And I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."
His control cracked slightly, ice-blue eyes darkening. "Kara—"
"Please," I said softly. "Let me take care of you too."
The please did it—same as it had with Cole. His resistance crumbled, and I felt his surrender through the bond.
"Alright," he agreed. "But we're doing this my way. Slow and careful. The second you're uncomfortable, we stop."
"Deal," I agreed, already reaching for him.
What followed was slow and sweet and perfect—me learning their bodies the way they'd learned mine, discovering what made them gasp and moan and lose that careful control. By the time we were done, we were a tangle of satisfied limbs and mingled scents, the bond humming with contentment.
Blake pulled me against his chest, Asher curled around my back, Cole at my feet.
"Best study session ever," I murmured, already drifting toward sleep.
Blake's laugh rumbled through his chest. "We should crack open those books more often."
"Tomorrow," Asher promised, his hand protective over my abdomen where our children grew. "Tomorrow we'll actually read them."
But his tone said he knew exactly how that would end too.
And honestly? I was okay with that.