Chapter 54
Kara
"Don't hide from us," he murmurs, his ebony scent wrapping around me like silk. "You're beautiful, Kara. Let us see you."
His hands replace mine, cupping my breasts fully, and I gasp at the heat of his palms against my bare skin. His thumbs brush over my nipples—once, twice—and they harden into tight peaks.
"Asher—"
"Shh." He leans down, his face inches from mine. "Just feel. Don't think."
Then his mouth crashes onto mine.
The kiss is nothing like the gentle pecks from before. This is claiming—his tongue sliding past my lips, exploring, dominating, stealing every breath from my lungs. His ebony and tobacco scent floods my senses, making my head spin.
I whimper into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, one hand tangling in my hair while the other continues to knead my breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make me arch.
"Good girl," he breathes against my lips. "You taste so fucking sweet."
"Lie down," he commands softly, his Alpha voice making my body obey before my brain catches up.
I sink back onto the bed, and Cole's hands join his brother's, cupping my other breast, his touch gentler but no less devastating. "So perfect," he whispers, his mint scent cooling the fire Asher's igniting. "Made for us."
His mouth descends to my neck, sucking at the mark he left earlier, and the dual sensation—Asher's fingers on one breast and Cole's lips on my throat—makes me dizzy.
Then I feel Blake's hands on my thighs, spreading them apart.
"Blake, what are you—"
"Relax, Baby." His voice is pure gravel. "I'm just going to make you feel good."
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and before I can protest, he's sliding them down my legs.
The fabric is soaked.
"Fuck," Blake groans, holding them up to his face and inhaling deeply. "You smell like heaven."
"Blake!" My face burns with humiliation, but Asher's mouth is back on mine, kissing me until I can't think straight.
Cole's fingers replace Asher's on my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while his other hand trails down my stomach.
"You're trembling," Cole murmurs against my ear. "Are you scared? Or excited?"
"I—I don't—"
Blake's hands grip my knees, pushing them wider. "Let me taste you, Kara. Just a little. Please."
"No—that's—"
But Asher's tongue is in my mouth again, and Cole's fingers are circling my nipple, and when Blake's breath ghosts over my core—hot and wet and so close—I nearly come apart.
"You're dripping," Blake says in wonder. "So wet for us. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn't."
His thumb presses against my clit, and I scream into Asher's mouth.
"That's it," Asher growls, pulling back just enough to watch my face. "Let go, Kara. Let us make you come."
Cole's mouth descends to my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, and the combination of sensations—Asher kissing me breathless, Cole's tongue on my chest, Blake's fingers circling my clit—is too much.
My hips buck involuntarily.
"Please—I can't—"
"Say it," Blake demands, his fingers sliding lower, teasing my entrance. "Say 'mark me.' Say 'I'm yours.' Say it, and I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life."
His finger pushes inside—just the tip—and my body clenches around him.
"Blake—"
Asher's hand wraps around my throat gently, tilting my face to his. "Look at me, Kara."
I meet his blue eyes, now burning gold, and he whispers:
"This is what it means to be ours. To be touched. Worshipped. Owned. Your body already knows. Why won't you just surrender?"
Blake's finger pushes deeper, curling inside me, and Cole's teeth graze my nipple.
The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my belly, and I'm so close—so fucking close—
"Say it," all three of them command in unison.
But through the haze of lust and the screaming of my wolf, one word breaks free:
"Stop."
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They freeze.
Blake's finger withdraws immediately. Cole's mouth releases my breast. Even Asher's hand falls away from my throat.
"Are you sure?" Blake asks hoarsely.
I'm shaking, tears streaming down my face, my body still throbbing with need.
"I… I can't. Not yet. I'm sorry."
Asher's expression softens. He reaches for the gray T-shirt and gently pulls it over my head, covering my nakedness.
"Don't apologize," he says quietly. "You said stop. We stop."
The shirt falls to mid-thigh, swallowing me in his scent—ebony and smoke and safety.
Blake stands abruptly, fists clenched, his chest heaving. "I need to get out of here before I do something we'll all regret."
He slams his fist into the wall as he passes, leaving a dent in the plaster.
Cole presses a kiss to my forehead, his hands trembling. "Goodnight, Goddess. We'll be right outside if you need us."
Asher is the last to leave, pausing at the threshold. "If you need anything—water, food, or…" His gaze drops to the bed. "… anything—Cole's room is next door. Blake and I are down the hall."
The door clicks shut.
And I'm alone.
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I collapse onto the bed, pulling the T-shirt down over my bare skin. The room is too big. Too empty. Too quiet without their warmth pressing against me.
From the hallway, I hear muffled sounds—Blake's fist hitting the wall again, Cole's ragged breathing, Asher's low curse.
They're suffering too.
And God help me, part of me wants to run to them. To open that door and beg them to finish what they started.
But I don't.
Because if I do, there will be no going back.
Instead, I curl into a ball, clutching the oversized T-shirt, and try to ignore the ache between my legs and the way my wolf is howling at me for refusing our mates.
My body remembers everything—Cole's hands on my breast, Blake's finger inside me, Asher's tongue in my mouth.
And from next door, I hear Cole's muffled groan.
My face burns as I realize what he's doing.
What they're all probably doing.
Because of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pull the pillow over my head, but it doesn't block out the sounds—or the knowledge that I could end their suffering with three little words:
I am yours.
But I'm not ready.
Not yet.
So I lie there in the darkness, torn between desire and fear, until exhaustion finally drags me under into restless dreams of three black wolves circling a white one, their golden eyes burning with hunger.