Chapter 80
Kara
They're staring at me.
All three of them. Gold eyes gleaming in the dim light. Chests heaving. Hands clenched into fists at their sides like they're physically restraining themselves from pouncing.
And I'm spread out on the bed like a feast.
What am I doing?
But then Cole kneels between my legs, and his cool mint scent wraps around me like a blanket. Soothing. Safe.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. His hands slide up my calves. Over my knees. Stopping at my inner thighs. "So perfect. And so brave for trusting us."
"I'm not brave." My voice shakes. "I'm terrified."
"Then we'll take away the fear." Blake kneels on one side, Asher on the other. Blake's rough hand cups my cheek. "One kiss at a time. One touch. Until all you feel is us."
Asher's lips brush my other cheek. "And pleasure. So much pleasure you forget your own name."
"But first—" Cole's breath ghosts over my inner thigh. "First, we make you come. Again. So your body remembers how good we can make you feel."
His mouth closes over my clit before I can protest.
I scream.
It's too much—too sensitive after the three orgasms in the pool. But Cole doesn't stop. His tongue flicks and circles, never quite enough pressure to push me over but enough to keep me teetering on the edge.
Blake captures my mouth. Swallows my moans. His kiss is bruising, claiming, his tongue dominating mine until I can't think.
Asher's mouth closes over my nipple. Sucking. Biting gently. His hand kneads my other breast, pinching and rolling the peak until lightning shoots straight to my core.
"Please—" I sob against Blake's mouth. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." Asher's voice is pure command. "You will. Come for us, Kara. Show us you're ours."
Cole adds a finger—just one, slowly pressing inside. And the stretch, the fullness, combined with his tongue on my clit—
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like a storm. My back arches off the bed. My hands fist in Blake's hair, in the sheets, anywhere I can find purchase.
And through it all, Cole keeps licking. Drawing out every pulse, every aftershock, until I'm sobbing and boneless.
When he finally pulls back, his chin is glistening. His eyes are pure wolf.
"Four," he says hoarsely. "That's four orgasms tonight. And we're just getting started."
I can't speak. Can barely breathe.
But then Asher is pulling me up, arranging me so I'm sitting with my back against the headboard. Blake and Cole kneel on either side.
"Now," Asher says, his voice going dark and commanding. "You learn how to pleasure your Alphas."
My eyes widen. "I—I don't know how—"
"We'll teach you." Blake's already shoving down his swim trunks. His cock springs free—thick, long, the head already glistening. "Start with me, Princess. Show me that pretty mouth."
I stare at him. At the sheer size of him.
"I can't—that won't—"
"It will." Cole's hand cups my cheek, turning me to face him. "You don't have to take all of it. Just—let us guide you. Let us show you how to make us feel good."
Asher strips off his trunks too. Then Cole. And suddenly I'm surrounded by three massive, naked Alphas with cocks that should be physically impossible.
"Blake first," Asher instructs. "Kneel between his legs. Use your hands and mouth together."
On shaking legs, I position myself in front of Blake. He's sitting back against the headboard now, legs spread, cock jutting up proudly.
"Touch me," he rasps. "Please, Kara. I've been dreaming of this for years."
Tentatively, I wrap my hand around his shaft. He's hot. Silky skin over steel. Pulsing in my grip.
Blake groans. "Tighter. I won't break."
I squeeze. He hisses in pleasure.
"Now—" His hand tangles in my hair. Not forcing. Just guiding. "Lick the tip. Taste me."
I lean forward. Flick my tongue over the head.
The taste is salty. Musky. Purely male. And for some reason, it makes my mouth water.
"Fuck." Blake's head falls back. "Again. And take me in your mouth. As much as you can."
I open my lips. Slide him inside.
The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw—it should feel wrong. But through the bond, I can feel Blake's pleasure spiking. His wolf howling with satisfaction.
And it makes me want to please him.
I bob my head. Experimenting. Learning what makes him groan, what makes his hips jerk.
"Use your hand on what you can't fit," Asher instructs from beside me. "Twist as you stroke."
I obey. And Blake shouts.
"Kara—Baby—I'm gonna—if you don't stop, I'm gonna come in your mouth—"
I don't stop.
I want this. Want to give him this pleasure. Want to erase the memory of the boy who pushed me into the snow and replace him with the man who's sobbing my name like a prayer.
Blake's whole body goes rigid. "Kara—fuck—"
Heat floods my mouth. I gag slightly, but force myself to swallow. To take everything he gives me.
When he finally softens, I pull back. Wipe my mouth.
Blake's staring at me like I hung the moon. "You—you swallowed."
"Was I not supposed to?"
"God." He hauls me up and kisses me desperately. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
"My turn." Cole's voice is gentle but firm. He's already positioned himself in front of me. "But I won't come in your mouth. I just—I need to feel you. Please."
This time, it's easier. I know what to do.
And Cole is gentler than Blake—praising me softly, telling me how good I'm doing, how much he loves me.
When he's close, he pulls me off. Strokes himself to completion with his hand while kissing me deeply.
"Thank you," he whispers against my lips. "Thank you for trusting us."
Finally, Asher.
He's the largest. The most intimidating. But when I kneel in front of him, his hand cups my face with devastating gentleness.
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." And I mean it. "Show me how to please you, Asher."
His eyes flash gold. "Then take me as deep as you can. And when you can't anymore, use your hands. I'll guide you."
I do. And God, the sounds he makes—the way his controlled facade cracks, the way he gasps my name—it's the most powerful I've ever felt.
When he comes, he pulls out and finishes on his own hand, then uses it to stroke my lips. Marking me with his scent.
"Mine," he growls. "Ours. Our perfect little Luna."
And I realize:
I'm not afraid anymore.
Not of their size. Not of their strength. Not even of the bite that's coming.
Because they've shown me I have power too.
The power to bring three Alphas to their knees.