Page 61 of Heat Hesitation

"You're a naughty girl, Ophelia." I've grown to love the teasing nicknames, but when he says my name, dripping with authority and sex and heat?

I swallow hard. "Are you mad I told you I love you?"

He steps forward. It's more of a stalking, and I've never felt more like prey. He looks down at me from his height, and though there's an electric current in the air, he still has that casual, carefree smile on.

His eyes never leave mine as his fingers aggressively work the buttons on my pants. My perfume bursts between us, and his nostrils flare. His movements are jerky, and when my pants are open, he shoves his hand into my underwear and pinches my clit.

I cry out, but he grips my chin with his other hand, forcing me to keep looking up into his eyes.

"I'm not mad you told me you love me. I'm mad you did it in the middle of the sidewalk where I couldn't show you how much I love you right back. How much you fucking mean to me. How much you've flipped my life upside down, changed me, made me fucking yearn for something I never thought possible. Happiness. True, honest to god, pining, aching, all-consuming happiness. I feel it every fucking time I look at you."

He pinches me again. "I feel it whenever I scent or think about you."

He rips his hand out from my underwear and dips his finger between his lips, and sucks off my slick. "Every time I taste you," he rasps.

I don't know who pushed first, but suddenly, my jeans are ripped off, and I'm splayed out on his deep, low leather couch. I try not to think about how it's the perfect shape to have sex on and like to imagine it's only here for us.

His face dives between my legs and he devours me, and when the scent in the room changes, a burst of bright eucalyptus and mint blending with Theo's sweet honey and lemon, I open my eyes and find my mate leaning against the wall. I guess we didn't lock the door, but I'm ecstatic about it.

I swear I come harder than ever with the way Enzo watches silently from the door, his expression nearly devoid of emotion, glancing between Theo's head between my legs and my pleasured expression. If I didn't know his tells, I'd think it was more clinical fascination.

But his lids shudder slightly behind his glasses, his jaw ticks, and when he slightly adjusts his posture, I know he's doing everything he can to keep his alpha in check.

"You like when he watches?" Theo teases, unbuttoning his pants and pulling everything off. I'm down to just a tank top when he pulls the material at my neck down to expose my breasts and Enzo's bite mark. He growls, "Be a good brother and lock the door."

Enzo takes his time but eventually does as Theo says. I'm distracted between the two, from Enzo's quiet, controlled movements and heavy stares to Theo readying himself between my legs.

When he finally thrusts inside of me, I cry out. He slaps a hand over my mouth, "Try not to make too much noise, okay tiger?"

"Tiger?" I whimper back while he pushes inside me again. I can't help my moaning; it's his fault we're in this position in his office in the middle of a work day, but I try to smother the desire to cry out.

He bucks, grinding me into the couch, and I chase the movement, canting my hips, bringing my knees to the air, letting him feed every inch of his weighty cock into me. I feel every slip as he pulls in and out, every vein and curve.

"God, you take it so well, tiger. So fucking well. You're a good girl, aren't you, Ophelia?" Theo grunts, hammering into me. Enzo's just watching, and when I glance over and see his cock in his hand, that blank expression on his face in contrast with the flush of red on his cheeks, my perfume bursts, and more slick floods from me.

His hand whips up and down his cock, periodically pausing to squeeze his fist tighter.

My mouth is watering, and Theo grins wickedly. "You might want some slick for that, brother?"

Enzo doesn't hesitate, approaching us with his impossibly stiff cock, so hard it doesn't bob, just points forward like a fucking missile. He dips his hand where Theo and I meet. Theo doesn't pull out, but he pauses his thrusting, allowing Enzo to squeeze a finger into my pussy. The pressure is incredible, and I have a visual of both their cocks inside me at once. There are a few occasions when I think about how being an omega is the absolute tits, and this is one of them. I could take them both. They'd fit.

I whimper when Enzo, after pumping a few times, pulls his finger away. Theo's bright blue eyes find mine, and he knows exactly what I was thinking. It's not a threat; it's a promise that we're going to explore. I don't know how it's possible, how I'll fit all four, but Theo's eyes don't waver from mine as he plunges forward again, harder this time, thinking about all the ways he and his brothers can take me.

Enzo's rapidly fucking his fist beside us while Theo pounds into me, and I'm nearly cresting.

"Open your mouth, tiger. Let Enzo feed you his cock."

I look up at Enzo as he releases his grip, letting it swing in my face.

"Fuck my mouth, alpha," I tell him. His expression doesn't change, still stone-faced and serious.

He slips his length between my lips. He has to kneel since the couch is low, and he's hesitant at first but builds momentum until he's fucking my throat. I swallow him down, and once we find a rhythm, Theo picks up the pace. Both men pound into me, and I suck and hollow my cheeks, squeezing Enzo's knot with my hand, preening each time they grunt or moan.

Enzo's the first to come, his thrusts becoming shaky the tighter I squeeze. His bond lights up as he empties down my throat, his salty, minty flavor bursting on my tongue.

Only when he softens does he pull away and, with the same calculating focus, kneels to the side of the couch and begins working my clit.

Theo's already panting, but with both my mates touching me, I can't hold it in any longer. My orgasm breaks through, and I cry out. Enzo doesn't relent even while Theo comes, his final thrusts punishing and jerky.

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