Page 35 of For What It's Worth

Four simple words and I felt the tension leave my shoulders. I hadn’t realized I was sitting up straight enough to sharpen a knife, but my muscles thanked me for a break in posture.

Last to enter was Enzo, who didn’t hesitate when climbing into my nest and immediately made himself comfortable laying out. He bundled up the clothes I’d worn earlier to act as a pillow and didn’t even acknowledge me until he was all laid out.

“I thought we were sleeping,” Enzo said.

“We are. We are.” I looked back and forth between Aidan and Jen. My instincts weren’t as strong now, leaving room for other emotions to seep in—hence my nerves. “How are we going to do this?”

Aidan dragged me toward him, forcing my knees to straddle him. “Just relax, I’m getting comfortable.” And that was exactly what he did. Somehow, half cradling me to his chest, he maneuvered around, and then proceeded to lay down with me on top of him. When he finally got comfortable and stopped fidgeting, I pushed my hands against his chest and sat up.

That put me in the perfect position, specifically over the bulge that pressed against the space between my thighs. It was exactly what I’d wanted in the car earlier. His arms were bent behind his head like he was trying to feign casual, but the strain in his muscles and the scent of his need gave him away.

I let my fingers wander where they wanted, tracing invisible circles over his warm skin, pressing against his ribs to feel him breathe, and scratching gentle white lines down his pecks. When his nipples tightened to points, I circled the light pink skin and gently pinched them.

The moan from Aidan moved through his whole body until I felt it along my thighs. Just the sound alone sent a rush of wetness to my core. The knowledge that I was somehow pleasuring Aidan—it was a heady thought that seemed to short circuit my remaining common sense.

“What are you waiting for, little bear?” Jenson rasped. Where Jen was barely breathing, my chest heaved with deep breaths. “Kiss him.”

I didn’t need any other encouragement. My lips pressed against Aidan’s. A hand came up to hold my head in place, as if I would’ve even considered putting any space between us. The kiss wasn’t a gentle press of lips. No, it was more like hunger, as if we’d been starving and needed each other’s lips in order to survive. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, demanding I felt him. Demanding a taste of me. My lower stomach tightened with arousal, my entire body clenching against the incoming pleasure.

His natural brewing storm scent grew stronger, mixing with his arousal, to the point he was the only scent I was breathing in. The tension in his body reminded me of the thunderstorm he smelled of. The thunder was his heart, beating so hard in his chest I felt each boom against my fingers. When his hips rolled against my body, the brilliant light flashing behind my eyes was the lightening. His scent, the desert rain, forcing the flowers to bloom so all I wanted was to take deep gulps of the smell.

Aidan’s lips left mine to trail kisses down my jaw, but I still whimpered at the loss of his lips on mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the long length and forcing his mouth back where I wanted it.

The growl didn’t come from Addie, and it was my only warning before hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head. My top was thrown blindly, but I didn’t even care about the disorganization in my nest.

Two hands wrapped around me from behind and squeezed my breasts. With so much stimulation, I pulled my lips away from Aidan’s to try and catch my breath, enjoying the feel of warm hands touching me. Even if I hadn’t scented Enzo’s nearness, his rough hands and slightly calloused fingertips clued me in on who was touching me. His tank top must have been in a pile with my own shirt, because I felt his chest, the hairs I had wanted to run my fingers through earlier, pressed against me. Free to kiss me wherever, Aidan returned his lips to my jaw and down my neck while Enzo’s lips were on the opposite side.

Fresh pine battled with the desert storm, but neither was as strong as my own growing scent. My slick was drowning my underwear. The emptiness in my core was becoming almost painful. I wanted to be filled by one of my alphas, but I couldn’t get the words out.

Hands moved to my hips, guiding them to rock back and forth over Aidan’s cock in a way that helped relieve the ache but also made me more desperate.

“How are you doing, little bear?”

I turned my head slightly to look at Jen. His muscles were tense, his scent aroused even as he held himself back. I wanted to growl at the distance between us. All three of my alphas should’ve been touching me, but I didn’t know how to ask without feeling as if I was forcing him.

“Good.” I managed this single word between breaths.

Enzo pinched my nipples and I cried out from the sudden pain. Aidan sat up, taking the sore point into his mouth, tonguing one peak before moving to the other after Enzo pinched that one.

I threw my head back, not caring about anything but increasing my pleasure. I needed it. I needed more.

Reaching my hands out to Jen, I bent my fingers in the universal sign for him to get his ass closer to me.

The male didn’t move, however. Instead, he kept watching me, his rising scent of fresh linen and arousal I wanted to grow until he couldn’t stay away from me.

Enzo growled his frustration, bringing my attention back to the duo. I grabbed his hands, trying to gather my thoughts for a second—just a second—but Aidan took up the vacancy with his own touch. He wrapped his whole hand around my breasts, squeezing as he cupped them from underneath, pushing them together. His grip was tight, and he went from teasing my nipples to biting the side of my breasts, leaving temporary marks.

Unceremoniously, I shoved Enzo’s hands toward my dripping pussy, hoping he’d get the idea of what I wanted without me having to form words.

His chuckle shook his body, but he didn’t disappoint, gliding his hands up the middle of my panties and shoving the top down enough to reveal the curls there to anyone who looked.

I glanced over at Jen, watching his gaze flutter back and forth between Aidan and Enzo’s hands.

A frustrated growl came from him.

There was something intriguing about having Jen watch but that was for another time. For my first time, I wanted all three of them to touch me. To choose me.

Enzo ran his fingers through the curls, moving lower until he could feel the wetness leaking from me. I wasn’t even embarrassed when he pulled my underwear away from my body and gently fingered my outer lips. The light touch was too much like a tease, so I rolled my hips toward his hand, encouraging more. Begging for more without words.

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