Chapter 76
Kara
I blink at him, confused and aching. "What?"
"Swimming." He starts walking me backward toward the villa entrance, his hands on my waist. "Because if I touch you right now, I won't stop. And I want our first time to be somewhere we can take our time. Somewhere private."
"The pool is private," I protest weakly.
Cole laughs, low and dark. "Luna, when Blake says he wants to take his time, he means hours. We'll start in the water. Cool you down. Then we'll see how far you want to go."
Asher appears at my other side. "Go change into that white bikini. The one you were terrified to show us at the store."
My stomach flips. "I don't know if—"
"You'll look like a goddess," Blake interrupts. "And I'll spend the entire time trying not to rip it off with my teeth. Now go. Before I change my mind about waiting."
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The white high-waisted bikini is in my hands. The top is a simple bandeau style, the bottoms cheeky enough to make me feel exposed.
They've already seen you in this at the store. Blake almost lost control. You know what you're doing.
I slip it on, studying myself in the mirror.
The white fabric makes my skin look golden. The high waist emphasizes my curves—the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips. My breasts push against the stretchy top, threatening to spill over.
I grab the sheer white cover-up, draping it over my shoulders without tying it closed.
Then I walk out before I lose my nerve.
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They're already in the pool when I step onto the lanai.
All three of them. Shirtless.
Oh God.
Blake is leaning against the edge of the infinity pool, arms spread wide, water dripping from his black hair. His chest is a landscape of hard muscle and tan skin, water droplets catching the light from the tiki torches.
Cole floats on his back nearby, arms behind his head, his abs flexing as he breathes.
And Asher... Asher is in the deep end, treading water with lazy strokes, but his eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin burn.
"Drop the cover-up," Blake orders, his voice rough. "Slowly."
My hands shake as I reach for the ties. But I do as he says—sliding the sheer fabric off one shoulder, then the other, letting it pool at my feet.
The silence is deafening.
Then Blake says, very quietly: "Get in the water. Now. Before I come get you."
I walk to the edge of the pool, my heart hammering.
Blake swims over, reaching up. "Jump. I'll catch you."
I hesitate.
"Trust me, Princess. I'll always catch you."
I jump.
The water rushes up—warm, silky, perfect. Strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest.
Blake.
"Got you," he murmurs against my hair. Then, lower: "And I'm never letting go."
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His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me so my legs automatically wrap around his waist.
Through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms and his swim trunks, I can feel everything. The thick, hard length of him pressing exactly where I'm aching.
"Feel that?" His voice is a growl in my ear. "That's what you do to me. Every fucking day. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you smile. You make me so hard it hurts, Baby."
I whimper, my hips rocking involuntarily.
"That's it," he encourages. "Grind on me. Take what you need."
Then Cole is behind me, his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. "We've got you, little Luna. Front and back. You're surrounded. You can't escape."
"I don't want to escape," I breathe.
Blake's eyes flash gold. "Careful. Keep talking like that and I'll fuck you right here in this pool."
"Blake." Asher's voice cuts through the fog of desire. He's swimming closer now, his powerful strokes eating up the distance. "Control."
But when he reaches us, his hand lands on my thigh, sliding up to where my leg is hooked around Blake's waist. "Although," he continues, his thumb tracing patterns on my inner thigh, "she does smell delicious. Like honey and sin."
Cole's hands move from my shoulders down to cup my breasts through the bikini top. "So perfect. So soft."
I'm burning. Drowning. Lost in sensation.
Blake's hand slides between us, fingers finding the edge of my bikini bottoms. "Tell me to stop, Kara. Because if you don't, I'm going to touch you. I'm going to make you come right here with my brothers watching."
"Don't stop," I gasp.
His fingers slip inside the fabric—
And I explode.
Not from his touch. Just from the anticipation of it, the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded, desired, claimed.
I'm shaking, whimpering, clinging to Blake as waves of pleasure crash through me.
"Fuck," Blake breathes. "Did she just—"
"She came," Asher confirms, voice tight. "From almost nothing."
"She's sensitive," Cole murmurs, his hands still cradling my breasts. "And ready. So ready."
I bury my face in Blake's neck, mortified. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"Sorry?" Blake tilts my face up, forcing me to meet his molten gaze. "Princess, watching you come is the hottest thing I've ever seen. And we haven't even started."
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"Let's move to the shallow end," Asher says. His voice is strained, his control fraying. "Now."
Blake carries me through the water, setting me down on the built-in bench that runs along the pool's edge. The water comes up to my waist here, leaving my torso exposed.
All three of them surround me—Blake in front, Asher and Cole on either side.
"We're going to take off your top," Asher says. "Do you consent?"
I nod shakily.
Blake's hands reach for the clasp between my breasts. "Say it out loud."
"Yes. Yes, take it off."
The clasp releases. The fabric falls away.
And then I'm bare from the waist up, nipples tight and aching in the warm night air.
Three sets of eyes lock onto my exposed breasts.
"Perfect," Blake breathes. His hands cup them, thumbs brushing over my nipples. "Fucking perfect."
Cole's hand joins his, covering my other breast. They're not rough—they're worshipful. Like I'm something precious and breakable.
"These are ours now," Blake says. "Every inch of you. Ours to touch. Ours to taste. Ours to mark."
Asher's hand slides down my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "Last chance, Kara. We can stop here."
"Don't stop," I beg. "Please don't stop."
He pulls the fabric down and off.
I'm completely naked now, exposed under the stars and the moonlight, surrounded by three Alphas whose scents are so thick I'm drowning in them.
Blake's gaze drops to between my thighs. His eyes go pure gold. "She's swollen. Wet. Look at her, brothers—look at how ready she is for us."
"I can smell her," Cole groans. "Sweet and ripe. Like she's going into Heat."
Asher goes very still. "That's because she is."