Page 70 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas
"More specific," he ordered gently, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Where does it feel good? What do you want more of?"
"There," she gasped as Wes hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there, don't stop."
"Good girl," Elias praised, his voice rich with approval. "Wes, maintain that exact pressure and rhythm. Don't change a thing." His authority was absolute, and even I found myself responding to the command in his voice.
It should have been strange, it should have raised that alpha instinct inside of me that hated having someone else trying to take control. But it didn’t. There was nothing about Eliastaking control and making everything into giving Willa the most pleasure possible that could ever feel wrong.
When we finally had Willa completely bare, arranged between us on the soft throw blankets Elias kept on the back of the couch, she was trembling with arousal and something that looked like disbelief. Her skin was flushed pink all over, and I could see the slick beginning to glisten between her thighs.
"I can't believe this is happening," she whispered.
"What do you need?" I asked, my hands stroking her sides, feeling the way she arched into my touch. "Tell us what feels good."
"I don't know," she admitted. "No one ever asked what I wanted."
"Then we'll figure it out together," Wes said, his voice gentle but heated as his hands skimmed lower, over the curve of her hip, down her thigh. "We'll try things, and you tell us what you like."
I watched, fascinated, as Wes's fingers traced closer to where she needed us most. When he finally brushed against her slick folds, she cried out, her hips bucking toward his touch.
"So wet," he murmured reverently. "So ready for us."
"Please," she gasped, and the word nearly undid me.
"Please what, sweetheart?" I asked, pressing kisses down her throat. "Tell us what you need."
"Touch me," she begged. "Please, I need—"
Wes didn't make her finish the request. His fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with gentle pressure, and she arched off the couch with a cry that made my alpha instincts sing with satisfaction.
"That's it," I murmured against her throat as she began to climb toward her peak. "Let go for us. Let us make you feel good."
"So good," she gasped, her hands fisting in the soft throw blanket beneath her. "I never knew it could feel like this."
I could feel her getting closer, could smell the spike in her arousal, and I knew Wes could too from the way his movements became more focused, more deliberate. His fingers worked her clit in tight circles while I sucked and nibbled at her throat, marking her with gentle bites that made her whimper.
"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against Wes's hand. "I need… more…"
"What do you need?" Elias asked, his voice rough with want. "Tell us."
"Inside," she panted. "Please, I need you inside."
Wes looked at me over her head, and I nodded. This was about her, about what she needed.
"Are you sure?" he asked gently, even as his fingers traced her entrance, feeling how slick and ready she was.
"Yes," she breathed. "Please, Wes. I trust you."
He slid one finger inside her slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was bliss as her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned low in her throat.
"So tight," he murmured reverently. "So perfect. Does that feel good?"
"So good," she gasped, her internal walls fluttering around his finger. "More, please."
He added a second finger, stretching her gently, and I could see the concentration on his face as he worked to prepare her properly. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in her slick were obscene and beautiful, and I could feel my own cock straining against my jeans.
"Look at you," I murmured against her ear, watching her face as Wes finger-fucked her slowly. "So beautiful when you're being touched. So responsive."
"I can't…" she gasped, her head thrashing against the cushions. "It's too much, I'm going to…"
