Page 86 of In Too Deep

Logan gives me a filthy smirk, his bottle-green eyes dark with intent already. But he keeps his hands to himself for the moment, which is more than I can say for myself. Oli rounds the hood, and I meet him at the foot of the stairs, leaning heavily on him and running my hand across his lower belly.

“Is this okay? We can do something else if—”

Oli cuts off my words with a bruising kiss, one of his hands threading into my hair at the nape of my neck as the other finds my ass over my skirt, squeezing it.

“You want a show? Then you’re going to get a fucking show,” he mutters against my lips when he pulls away.

My smile is a little dazed, but my heart flutters like a bird about to take flight. He steps back enough to keep walking, but he threads his fingers through mine, pulling me up the stairs after him. It’s all I can do to gather my skirt to prevent myself from tripping on my way up one staircase, and then another, though I can hear Eli and Logan talking a few paces behind me.

When we reach the second floor, Spencer is there, leaning against the wall between his bedroom door and mine, hands in his pockets. The only light comes from a nightlight in the bathroom to his right, a soft blue that paints his features in harsh highlights and shadows. But his eyes are focused entirely on me, the ocean depths roiling with heat. I tuck my chin, my face and ears going hot from the intensity of that look even as my feet continue toward him.

“You look incredible right now, like the perfect treat wrapped up in the most extraordinary paper,” Spencer says as he takes my hand from Oli and pulls me into his chest.

“Well, as the great Dr. Taylor Alison Swift once said, I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Spencer chuckles, his hands drifting to my hips, his fingers digging in as he pulls me even closer and his lips slant over mine. The kiss is short, but his scent is everywhere, like I’m drowning in a sea of blackberries and spearmint. Another hand wraps around the back of my neck, massaging the muscles with expert pressure, making my head loll backward as Spencer breaks away. I look up and smile softly as Logan looms over me.

“Do you want to show Daddy your nest, precious?” he mutters, leaning down to nuzzle my temple with his nose.

Nodding, I look back at Spencer one more time before I step away. His lips are turned up in a smirk, but the fire in his eyes hasn’t dimmed in the slightest. Logan’s hand drifts down to my lower back as I open my bedroom door, leading the way inside.

“Beautiful, just like you,” Logan says after a moment to take everything in.

There’s an odd tightening in my belly, his praise doing something to my primal instincts that I’m still not sure I understand. But it heats my cheeks and makes me tuck my chin toward my chest, twisting slightly in place as I mutter my thanks. Logan closes the distance between us again, gathering me in his arms as the others file inside, the door closing lightly behind them.

“Are you going to be my good girl tonight? I would hate to have to teach you a lesson in front of the boys,” Logan says into my ear, his hands wandering across my stomach and back.

I’m tempted to sass, but in truth, I’m not in the mood for games. My pussy aches hollowly, my instincts frantic and screaming to be filled by an alpha’s knot. Looking up, my eyes connect with his, my breath catching at the intensity of his inspection. It feels like he’s gazing through me rather than at me, and it’s easy to shed my pride and nod.

“I’ll be good, Daddy. Just…please don’t…” I trail off, the words too vulnerable to say out loud.

Please don’t tease me. Please don’t pull away. Please don’t leave me.

Logan’s gaze softens, and he nods, reading something in my face before he leans down and kisses me gently.

“Never, precious. I’ve got you,” he whispers against my lips as he pulls away.

“Fuck, Joker!”

Spencer’s shout makes me jump, and Logan and I turn toward the noise. I let out a startled laugh before flushing hot as I take in the scene before me. In the short moment Logan took to check in with me, the boys had stripped down to their skins, and now Eli is on his knees in front of Spencer, head bobbing in a familiar motion. Oli is behind Spencer, his hands touching his linemate’spale, heaving chest, his face toward the side of Spencer’s head, no doubt whispering the filthiest words in his ear.

“Seems they started the show early.” Logan chuckles, turning us until he’s behind me and I have an unobstructed view of the display.

I don’t have words, my heart hammering as my eyes go wide, trying to take everything in at once. The idea of the boys together had been a fantasy lingering in my mind since the hurricane. But the reality is so much more than I could have dreamed. Three alphas in peak physical fitness, moving together in a carnal dance I know all too well. I jump slightly as Logan pulls my zipper down, but I don’t take my attention away.

“Tell our omega what Eli’s doing, BlackJack,” Oli orders, loud enough for me to hear now.

Spencer swallows hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as Eli slurps and sucks like his life depends on it.

“He’s…he’s sucking my cock. Fuck, he’s using his tongue and taking me so fucking deep,” Spencer manages to pant.

Logan’s hands push my dress down, and Spencer lets out a groan as my tits fall free of the bodice, my nipples already hard enough to cut glass. I step out of the fabric as it pools on the floor, Logan stooping for a moment to move the mountain of fabric to the side before pulling me back against his chest. His cock, still trapped in his pants, presses insistently against my lumbar, making me whimper.

“It’s so much. I can’t — I’m gonna—” Spencer stutters, his abs flexing as he tenses.

Oli’s hand fists in Eli’s hair, yanking him back as Spencer lets out a groan, his cock bobbing as it pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum across Eli’s face and chest. My knees buckle, and Logan’s chuckle rumbles behind me, his hands coming up to cup my breasts in his hands.

Oli tuts, and my pussy clenches, slick dripping as I recognize that sound. But he’s looking at Eli, not Spencer, a stern frown on his handsome face.

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