Chapter Six

Ashley hung up the phone after having smoothed out a scheduling issue with an irate client. He’d started out fuming, but by the end, he’d changed his tune and been thanking her.

Working felt nice. Not just working under the table, not just trying to survive, but doing work she enjoyed. The alphas had picked something absolutely perfect for her. She felt useful, challenged, and even after just her first morning of work, she hadn’t felt so content since before she’d first been driven from her home.

Maybe even before then.

She’d yet to see the alphas, and Renee had set her up, given her access to the scheduling apps, and by ten in the morning had taken off, complaining of sore feet.

Which had left Ashley alone for the past three hours, during which she’d done everything scheduled for the day and more.

Her stomach grumbled, and it reminded her that she’d yet to take lunch.

Though she also had another three weeks before she expected her first paycheck. She’d grown used to getting cash from working under the table, so she had no real idea how she’d feed herself.

There was food in the fridge of the apartment, so she could easily move to one meal a day to make it stretch.

The math she was doing in her head halted when the door opened and Liam walked in. He offered a sinful smirk, one that melted her.

He held up a bag. “You haven’t taken lunch.”

“Were you spying on me?”

Liam shut the door to the office behind him before placing the bag on the desk.

The office was like most other things she’d seen from them—impressive. A large window sat along the back wall, and the desk was huge.

Liam took boxes from the bag, spreading them across the desk. “Of course. I did tell you Erik and I handle security.” Liam popped open the lids and the scent of food wafted out.

“How much do you think I eat? There’s enough to feed six here.”

“Didn’t know what you like.” He pointed at the different boxes—a salad in one, chili fries in another, hamburgers in yet another. Box after box revealed options of every sort.

“There’s way too much,” Ashley said.

Liam shrugged. “Torrin is like a mother hen sometimes.”

Torrin did this? The thought stilled her. Gregory had attempted to help a few times, especially at the start, before she’d run away, but he’d always demanded appreciation for his actions. Once he’d bought her a car, making a huge show of bringing it over, of making sure she knew exactly how much he’d done. It had been one of a hundred red flags she should have seen sooner.

Torrin, however, had done this without even showing up, without mentioning it. He’d done the same with the furniture, content to take care of her without her even knowing.

Liam pulled out a chair of his own, then pointed at the food. “Hurry up and pick something, because I’m starving.”

Ashley laughed before grabbing the hamburger.

Liam pulled the fries over to him and sat as well, making it clear he planned to eat there with her.

And she couldn’t say she minded it.

Erik was exhausted by the time he reached Ashley’s office. Liam had sent him a text message letting him know about lunch, but he couldn’t get away from his meeting.

Some contacts were easy to handle—people who gave him what he needed without trouble, either because they wanted to stay on his good side or because they wanted something from him.

Then there were the others, ones who required far too much of his time. One such meeting had stolen hours of his morning.

It meant when he entered the office, his mood was far darker than normal and he had no doubt the food had grown cold.

A single look at Ashley, however, sparked something inside him. It was as though, with nothing more than a look, she could help him slide off that weight.

Her hair was pulled back from her face, showing off her blue eyes and her flushed cheeks.

Just what were they talking about to draw a blush like that?

Torrin’s warning echoed in his ears. She’s a virgin? He recalled how her skin had tasted, the sweetness that had clung to her when he’d scraped his teeth over her pulse. How she was still a virgin he didn’t know, and he couldn’t quite wrap his head around his own opinion of it.

While he’d be a fool to not admit he liked the idea, he also groaned at the reality. Being taken by Liam and him for the first time was not ideal.

Virgins should have their first time with someone they love. It should be awkward and sweet and memorable. It shouldn’t be with killers who are lying to her about who they are.

Not that should had ever kept him from what he wanted.

Shoulds were for other people, for those who gave a damn about social niceties. That wasn’t a world he’d ever lived in.

Which meant he had no doubt that the sweet little omega there wouldn’t be a virgin all that much longer, especially with how she’d melted at their touch.

A loud gulp from Ashley made Erik realize he’d been standing in that doorway for far too long, all but eye-fucking her.

Instead of apologizing, Erik simply shut the door and took a seat at the large desk.

Liam pushed a box of food over to him. Heat radiated from it when Erik popped the top, and he frowned at it.

“Torrin ordered this one later.”

Of course he did. Torrin always is one step ahead, isn’t he? Inside the box sat lasagna—Erik’s favorite—and he couldn’t stop a small grin. Nothing ever got past Torrin, including that Erik would be late. He must have ordered it for later so it would stay warm.

“How has your first day been?” Erik took a fork and ate while he waited for Ashley to fill in the conversation.

“It’s been okay.”

“She’s being modest,” Liam offered. “She’s already done more than a day’s worth of work. She even made Hardwitch happy.”

Erik lifted an eyebrow. “Hardwitch is never happy. Just how did you manage that one?”

Ashley dropped her gaze. Embarrassed? “He isn’t that bad.”

“He made a temp cry and quit the first day.”

“Maybe they were just sensitive—”

“The temp’s last job was in the army.”

Ashley paused, as if trying to decide if he was being serious, before breaking into a soft laugh.

He was being serious, but he’d let her think it was a joke.

She smiled, her food already set away. “I can read people pretty well. He wants to be the smartest person in the room, but he wants other people to know it. It wasn’t too hard to get him on board with the meeting change.”

“Better keep an eye on her,” Liam said, sitting back in his seat. “She’s charming enough that if we aren’t careful, she might just talk us right out of our pants.”

Ashley’s mouth fell open before she stuttered out something that didn’t a make a lot of sense. After a moment, she tried again. “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? I remember how you smelled last night, how you teased us. We were just trying to give you a job offer, and I’ve got say, I don’t think your behavior was all that appropriate.” Liam’s grin was broad across his lips.

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s how I remember it. Erik?”

While Erik didn’t love games as much as Liam did, he had to admit, he enjoyed Ashley’s reaction. “I’m afraid there might have to be a discussion with HR about it.”

Ashley reached over and pushed Liam’s shoulder in a playful shove, to which Liam captured her wrist. He tugged her until she sat in his lap, her back to his chest.

She wiggled, but his strong arm kept her in place.

“Relax,” Liam all but purred. “Your chair just didn’t seem very comfortable.”

“And your lap is?”

“Yes, it is. Though if you keep wiggling, you’ll find it isn’t quite as soft.”

Her gasp was scandalized, and Erik found his mouth dry and his appetite gone. He thought back to his last time indulging in a female.

Months?

Things had been so busy, he’d hardly had time to think, let alone have fun. The last ‘fun’ had been a redhead he and Liam found in one of the shadier bars in the city. She’d been fun, and her nails in his back had helped to stave off the loneliness.

However, he had a feeling it would be nothing compared to the woman who had gone still in Liam’s lap.

Liam’s lips played against her earlobe. “Are you really a virgin, sweet?”

A tiny shiver ran through her, her eyes closing as she nodded.

The way she lost herself to desire fascinated him. The tiniest touch and she no longer seemed capable of thinking straight. The all-encompassing reaction was maddening.

“Good girl,” Liam praised as he slipped his hands along her waist and ribs. “So how far have you gone? We can play the bases game.” He brushed the undercurve of her breast through her button-up shirt, rewarded with a gasping moan.

Erik pushed aside his food and flipped the lock before crossing the office, moving around the desk so he could position himself just in front of them. The movement of Liam’s hands was like magic, skirting across her without touching anything too personal, as though each was nothing more than a promising tease.

“I haven’t…” There went that red on her cheeks again. Why was her shyness so attractive?

Erik reached out and caught her chin, the action making her snap her eyes open. “Have you been fingered? Oral?”

Her head shook, and he hardened painfully with each denial, each thing she’d never done, each one he wanted to show her.

“Kissed?” That one got a nod, but he paused. “Besides us, I mean.”

She blew out a soft moan when Liam’s fingers teased up the side of her full breast. “Once.”

The tone said it wasn’t a memorable time, which let Erik write off the instance as not needing him to track down the fucker who had taken her first kiss.

“So you’re not just a virgin, huh? You are entirely innocent.” Liam pressed his lips to her neck in a gentle kiss.

“I’m not a child,” she complained, though any heat was stolen from it when Liam teased his fingers beneath the fabric of her shirt in the space between the buttons. Her large chest, pushed out as it was in an unconscious offer, pulled at the buttons until the shirt gaped. She sounded delightful when she moaned.

Erik and Liam never minded a bit of dominance. Some girls required a firm hand. They got off on having someone there to lead them. Erik enjoyed that, though he had no love for brats who pushed just to push. Funny, given how hard-assed he was in general, but he much preferred a submissive woman who wanted to be taken, to please, rather than a woman he’d have to fight every inch of the way.

Ashley seemed just the sort girl he liked.

“Trust me, I know you aren’t a child,” Liam assured her as he teased the skin peeking through the tiny gaps in her shirt. He set his other hand on her hip and pulled her more firmly into his lap, and her widened eyes said Liam was making it clear how much he wanted her. “Though, I’m thinking a little show and tell might not be out of line right about now.”

“Show and tell?” Confusion saturated her words.

But Erik knew exactly where this was headed, and he was all in for it.

And Ashley? She looked like the best snack he fully planned on devouring.

How could they do this to her again? It had gone from an innocent lunch to Erik locking the door while she was perched in Liam’s lap.

She’d always been someone who took things slowly, who was careful. She thought everything through and never acted rashly.

So how was it that every tiny touch from these two could turn her to fire?

Erik slid off the jacket to his suit, and his shirt showed off his impressive physique.

Liam didn’t stop teasing her with his touches, stroking along the bottom curve and side of her breast but avoiding her pointed, desperate nipples. She shifted, the action causing his rigid erection to rub against her.

She wanted to keep shifting, to grind down until she could get him to tease her clit enough to throw her over that edge.

She might have no experience with sex, but she could get herself off, and using him seemed a great idea. Except, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, to admit she wanted that. It felt like a different woman who would do that, some vixen.

Erik undid the buttons of his shirt, and each one parted the material to show his tan skin. Scars sat there, tiny white lines that only made him more attractive. How did he get those? He tugged the fabric so it wasn’t tucked into his pants, but didn’t remove it. It hung open down the front and gave her a hell of a sight. When he reached for the fastening at the waist of his pants, her breath stilled.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that scent,” Liam whispered into her ear. “You look and act like this naive, innocent little thing, but then you just warm up so fast. Are you wet, sweet?”

Yes. She was drenched and she knew it.

Liam chuckled as his brother worked down his zipper. “Of course you are. Don’t worry—we’ll take good care of you.”

Erik parted the fabric of his pants and shifted them down, taking his boxers along with them. He didn’t remove them entirely, just enough so his cock was free.

And the moan Ashley let out was so embarrassingly loud, she had to believe the other offices around could hear it.

Erik’s cock was thick, the skin darker than the rest of him, and it curved slightly toward his body. He was long, with a thatch of dark, curly hair at his groin.

Her mouth watered at the sight. What would he feel like? Would the skin be warm beneath her touch? How does he taste?

Something wrapped around her wrist, and it took a moment to realize she’d reached for Erik. Liam’s hand grasped hers, and he pulled it back, trapping both her hands behind her back. “It’s look but don’t touch,” he said into her ear with no shortage of humor.

Erik didn’t stop, didn’t slow. He wrapped a large hand around his cock and stroked himself slowly, a deep groan leaving him as if the feeling were the best thing in the world.

“Look at you,” Liam said. “So desperate, aren’t you? I guess it isn’t a surprise, being a virgin at your age. You must be pretty pent-up.”

Ashley shifted in Liam’s lap, her pride nothing compared to how much she needed some relief. She shamelessly rubbed herself against Liam’s dick, her gaze locked on Erik’s mouthwatering length.

Liam moved her hands so they crossed behind her back, then pinned her against him so she couldn’t move her arms. He cupped her heavy, aching breasts in his large, strong hands, squeezing for a moment before working the buttons of her shirt loose. “You’d get yourself off just like this, wouldn’t you? Rutting against me because you can’t wait another moment?”

A spark of embarrassment started in her, but somehow it mixed with her want and only made her burn hotter. She liked that edge of humiliation, especially when it washed over her along with Liam’s voice.

Her shirt opened beneath Liam’s coaxing hands, and he hardly spared a momentary stroke of his fingers over the line of her bra before venturing beneath, into the cups to finger her pebbled nipples.

Liam rolled them between his warm, rough fingers and pushed the fabric of her bra out of the way.

She was sitting in the lap of an alpha she barely knew, her shirt open and his hands on her breasts while she was at work. Another alpha stroked his cock inches away from her, and the only reason it hadn’t gone further was that they hadn’t let her take it further.

Again, she questioned her sanity. She questioned the effect they had on her.

Not that any of it mattered, because she couldn’t stop just how much she needed this.

Erik stroked himself faster, though he would stop at the base and offer a squeeze, as though for no reason other than her viewing pleasure.

And what a view it was. She’d watched porn before, knew what men looked like unclothed, but it hadn’t ever sparked any interest in her. It had been clinical, like reading a book on biology. She’d even wondered if she was sexual at all, because she hadn’t felt anything from watching.

Now, though? Despite Erik masturbating in front of her hardly being the most risqué thing she’d ever seen—at least in porn—it had her pussy clenching in want.

Erik’s growl was dark, and when Ashley jerked her gaze to his, she went breathless. He reminded her of a wolf she’d seen in the woods once. Its golden eyes had glowed from the flicker of the campfire, wild and untamed.

Erik’s eyes held that same fire.

Liam tightened his fingers around her nipples in a pinch that forced her hips to roll again, the delicious friction from his erection helping her get impossibly closer but not quite there.

“Do you need some help, sweet?” How could Liam’s voice sound so coaxing and yet be so filthy?

“Yes.” Her rough voice gave away just how badly she needed him. Needed them.

Liam released one nipple and moved that hand down. He tucked it between her legs, which she spread as if she didn’t even have to think about it. He didn’t reach for her pants button, bypassing that and cupping her pussy through the slacks instead.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “She’s on fire.”

Erik’s gaze drifted lower until he stared where Liam’s hand covered her cunt. “I can’t wait until we get her completely naked. If her breasts are this good, just imagine what she’s hiding between those thighs of hers.”

Their words were even more dangerous than their touches, or so Ashley thought, until Liam shifted his grasp so his fingers rubbed up her pussy to find her clit.

The shocking sensation of the strong touch made her jerk backward and gasp, as if her entire body were alive and drowning in lust.

Liam didn’t stop, only choosing to chuckle at her response as he ground two fingers against her needy clit through her clothing.

Erik stroked his cock faster, his fist working up and over the thick head then back down. A glistening on his length said he’d spread his pre-cum over his shaft, and her tongue itched to taste it.

Not that she could do anything, with the way Liam had pinned her.

The muscles of her thighs twitched as Liam shoved her toward a frightening release. Everything inside her coiled tighter, as if Liam could wind her up from those simple touches.

Erik moved closer, close enough she could have leaned forward and touched him. He trapped her with his gaze, the cords of his neck standing out before he released a deep growl and came, painting stripes of white over her chest just as Liam released her breast and captured her chin, forcing her gaze to stay on Erik.

The heat and scent of Erik’s cum were the last straw, the thing that stole away any ability she had to resist the pleasure coursing through her. She snapped, her release so powerful it crashed over her, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her power. Her thighs closed around Liam’s hand, but he kept grinding his fingers against her clit, kept the rising and falling pleasure going until she feared she’d drown beneath it.

It was an epiphany, like the world opening up, or perhaps some part of her that she’d never recognized before waking. She dragged in a ragged breath as soon as all that tension inside her melted away, and she leaned against Liam’s strong form.

His lips toyed with the side of her neck, the warmth of his breath helping her to slow her heart rate.

As the chaos in her body eased, as she opened her eyes to find Erik still staring down at her, as the lust from the moment of insanity drifted away, she had to face how monumentally stupid this had been.

And how much I want it to happen again.