Page 119 of Follow Your Instincts

I wriggled into the lingerie that I’d selected for my plan: a black lace bra and cheeky panties that were - surprise! - crotchless. I also slipped on the filmy black sleeveless nightdress that concealed the more scandalous aspects of the ensemble and looked in the mirror.

I had never worn lingerie foranyone. But tonight felt like a special occasion and I wanted to dress the part. I adjusted the straps of the nightdress and fluffed my curls a little, but when I met my own eyes in the mirror I stopped.

I looked so happy. I was grinning from ear to ear, my eyes bright with excitement at what was about to happen. Happy tears welled in my eyes and I blinked them away.

“I love you too, girl,” I said to the mirror before walking back into the bedroom.

As soon as I stepped out, the guys all turned to look at me. I needed to make a trip to Haven + Harbor to buy more lingerie.

“Oh my god,” Ben breathed. He was leaning back on the bed, wearing nothing but pajama pants. Someone had turned down the lighting in the room, and the shadows picked out the dips and hollows of his chest and abs. “I love the plan so far, sweetheart.”

“Big fan,” Soren agreed in a rasp. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, elbows propped on his knees, his hands clenched together tightly. His expression was hungry as he stared at me, and I felt his lust coursing down our bond.

“You look gorgeous,” Lucas said from the far side of the bed, smiling at me. He was also shirtless in sweatpants, and I marveled at his beauty all over again.

A low, predatory growl broke my concentration, and wet heat pooled between my legs. I whipped my head to look at Lachlan. He was closest to me, still fully dressed, and he’d gone perfectly still. His green eyes were bright and almost reflective in the soft light. I was reminded of a jungle cat stalking its prey. My stomach fluttered in anticipation of being caught.

“So you like it?” I asked, playing with the bow between my breasts.

Lachlan growled again.

“‘Like’ is not the word I would use,” Ben said.

I suppressed a grin as I slid my hands from the bow to cup my breasts, my breath growing heavier. I traced around the hard points of my nipples and felt my perfume thickening. Slick dripped down the inside of my thigh, and I bit my lip on a whimper. Apparently, I liked being watched.

I caught the fluttering hem of my nightgown and pulled it slowly up and over my head.

“Fuck,” Soren cursed. I could feel him down the bond, holding himself back. The torrent of desire pulsing between us and my Alphas’ intensifying scents made me lightheaded.

Ben had caught his bottom lip between his teeth and was palming his cock through his pants as he watched me.

Lucas sat on the bed and was watching me intently, his gaze flicking over my body then back to my face.

I turned to look at Lachlan again as I traced my fingers across the lacy edges of the bra, down the center line of my stomach, and back up.

As soon as I met Lachlan’s eyes, the tension in the room seemed to snap. He prowled towards me and I met him with a crashing, all-consuming kiss. He touched me everywhere, my back, my neck, sliding his hands over my ass, gripping my breasts roughly. I moaned into his mouth as he swept his tongue in. I nipped at his lower lip, and he growled again, more of a feeling than a sound. He broke our kiss, gripping the hair at the back of my neck to hold me back.

“I want to be gentle,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “But I don’t think I can.”

“I don’t want gentle,” I panted. “I need you to claim me. Bite me. Now, preferably.”

Lachlan growled and consumed me with kisses again. I pulled at his shirt and he stripped it off, then stepped out of the rest of his clothes, and I felt his hard length pressed against me. I whined and reached down to stroke him, but he gathered me up in his arms and tossed me on the bed next to Ben.

Lachlan stood over me, panting. He looked undone. The low lighting and his scar made him look deliciously dark as he stared down at me.

He moved me further onto the bed until he could prowl on top of me. He pressed his knee between my legs, and I moaned at the pressure, at the wetness he could surely feel there. I bucked against him and reached for his cock. I needed him inside me.

“You are mine,” Lachlan said. He guided the head of his cock into place before pushing slowly in, his eyes never leaving mine. I moaned in relief as he filled me, canting my hips to take him in as fully as possible. He stayed still, vibrating with need.

“Yours,” I whispered.

He rumbled another growl then began to move, thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy with a torturing slowness. I tilted my hips to meet each thrust, and everything else fell away.

He started to increase his pace, snapping his hips forward, and I felt the base of his knot swelling. He reached down with one hand to circle my clit and I cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, love,” he said, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I can’t hold back. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Bite, Alpha. Please.”

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