Page 65 of The Flavor of Us

Ryder holds me tightly, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move, his pace slow and deliberate. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, my orgasm buildingquickly. I am so close but I want to hold on, to savor this moment with my Alphas.

As if reading my mind, Ashton leans down and whispers in my ear, "Let go, Tati. Come for us." His hot breath against my skin sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing around Ryder's cock as my orgasm washes over me.

Ryder grunts, his thrusts becoming more urgent as my pussy clenches around him. "That's it, sweetheart. Milk my cock," he growls, voice thick with desire.

I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, when I feel Ryder’s cock swelling inside of me. Panic takes hold until I realize that his knot is pressing against my entrance but not actually inside of me. And because I’m a sucker for punishment, wanting more, wanting to beselfish,I jam myself backward, my pussy swallowing his knot whole.

And now it’s swelling inside of me, my senses overwhelmed as it stretches me impossibly wider. Ryder is both growling and purring as I breathe through the stretch but it’s just on the side of too much. “Oh, fuck!” It sends me spiraling into another wave of pleasure as I come again, Ryder then coming inside of me. I feel so fucking full, so completely possessed by Ryder.

“Shit, sweetheart. I didn’t think you were going to take my knot.”

“I really wanted it,” I push out, my voice strained as my Alphas hold me through another, third, smaller orgasm. I am definitely not going to be doing this every day. Maybe once a month? Twice a month?

As I lay there, panting, I become aware of a presence at the door. Carleen’s signature scent fills the room, a wild smile on her face. “I only came to say that breakfast was ready but I can always wait and watch the show if you need another round.”

I groan but with nowhere to go, I just bury my face into the pillows beneath me. It’s an awkward twist, made even worse as Ashton slides two fingers between us and starts playing with my pussy stretched around Ryder’s knot. There’s no fucking way that—

He stuffs them in beside Ryder’s cock, a cry for relief tearing from my throat. I both want more and hate this sensation. “One day, we’ll both fuck you here, little doe. Both fill you and knot you until you pass out from pleasure. Maybe we’ll overwhelm you. Let you taste Carleen while we’re filling you.”

My gaze darts to Carleen by the door, a hint of desire lingering in her expression. Oh, she wants that. But that’s a tomorrow thing or next week thing. I’m going to be sore as fuck, Ryder’s knot already deflating as Ashton slowly lets go of my thigh. I groan at the loss of Ryder’s cock but quickly push to my feet and scurry to the bathroom before someone can claim a shower with me.

As much as I love the three of them, I need a minute. Oh, goddess, I love them. I’m not even sure when that happened. Needing to say something now, I rush back out to my nest, falling to my knees and grabbing Ryder and Ashton’s hands. “I love you. Fuck, that should have been a little more romantic but I do. I know it’s too soon to say it but my feelings aren’t changing.”

Maybe I should have waited till after my shower because saying it to a naked Ryder and a half-naked Ashton after they just rocked my world makes this moment even more awkward. Ryder laughs, pulling me into a firm hug. “I love you too, sweetheart. And I don’t think there’s a timing on when you should or can say it. If it feels right, then it’s fine.”

I’m pulled away from Ryder, Ashton peppering kisses all over my face. “You already know that I love you, Tati. You’ve been my little doe for far longer than you’ve been my Beta but you’vealways been mine. And now that I get to keep you, fuck, this is probably the best day ever.”

Chapter thirty-two

TATI

We fall into an easy rhythm over the next few weeks, Ashton and Ryder consuming our every waking moment but I’m not complaining. Neither me nor Carleen can get enough of them. The trial is long over but no one has made anything official and I’m starting to get antsy. Carleen has picked up a few easy catering gigs, both of us taking time to visit Ellie around our busy lives but I just don’t know what I’m supposed to make of the new pack we built.

Is there a forever or is this all I have to look forward to?

Ashton asked me out this morning to a little coffee date and I caved, mostly because time with him is better than sleeping the day away before my shift. I’m also tempted to ask him where he sees this going. Selfish? Tactless? Maybe. But I’m just… confused.

The air smells like freshly roasted coffee and a faint hint of caramel as I sip from my cup, warmth spreading through my chest. Ashton sits across from me, his long fingers wrapped around a mug that looks almost too small in his hands. He’s got that easy smile on his face, the one that makes me feel like the center of the damn universe, and it’s messing with my head.

“How’s the mocha thing you got?”

He knows the answer to that so I just shrug, mulling with my feelings. It’s the same thing I get every time and the first few times, I was ecstatic as he ordered it for me. Now, it feels weird.

We finish our drinks, and before I know it, Ashton’s grabbing my hand, lacing his fingers through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It feels like home, his hand solid and warm, confusing me even further.

We wander through the little shops lining the street, poking around in a tiny boutique with overpriced candles and a record store that smells like nostalgia. Ashton keeps his hand in mine the whole time, occasionally brushing his thumb over my knuckles, and I swear it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.

Finally, I can’t help but try to push the issue. “This,” I say softly as we step out into the evening air, “this is what I’ve always wanted. A pack of my own, someone to hold my hand and just exist with me.”

He stops walking, tugging me gently until I turn to face him. His expression is serious now, those brown eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “Tati,” he says, his voice low, almost hesitant. “Can I be your Alpha?”

Holy fuck, I thought he would never ask. Some part of me thought I was looking for an actual bondmark or something to officially be his but this is priceless. So priceless that I almost forget to answer.

“Yes,” I finally manage, and then louder, more sure of myself, “Yes! Of course, yes!” I launch myself at him, my arms wrapping around his neck as he catches me effortlessly, laughing into my hair. “I thought you weren’t going to ask, Ashton.” I’m about to keep celebrating when I remember that there’s another half to this quad. “But what about Ryder? I mean, you guys are kind of a package deal. And I come with Carleen. What—”

Ashton smirks, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek. “Ryder’s handling the hard part. He’s asking Carleen.”

I blink at him, stunned. “Ryder? Asking Carleen? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

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