Page 71 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas
"That's it," Wes encouraged, crooking his fingers inside her to hit that spot that made her cry out. "Come for us, beautiful. Let us see you fall apart."
Her first orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching off the couch as she cried out our names. I watched in fascination as pleasure washed over her features, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezed shut. Wes worked her through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor.
"Fuck, that was beautiful," Wes breathed, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her still-fluttering channel.
But we weren't done. Not even close.
"How do you feel?" I asked, stroking her hair as she came down from her high.
"Amazing," she whispered, then looked up at us with renewed heat in her eyes. "But I want more. Is that okay?"
"Sweetheart, you can have anything you want. Anything at all."
Elias's hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "What would you like, Willa?" His voice was silk over steel. "And don't you dare say you don't know. Your body knows exactly what it wants."
She looked between all three of us, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and want. "I want... I want to feel you. All of you. Is that possible?"
"Of course it's possible," Elias said, his lips curving in a smile that was both gentle and predatory. "We're going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again. But you're going to do exactly as I say. Can you do that for me?"
"You want us to take turns?" Wes asked gently, and she nodded.
"But I don't know how," she admitted. "I've never... with someone who actually cared about my pleasure."
The admission made protective rage flare in my chest, but I pushed it down. This wasn't about him. This was about showing her what real love looked like.
"We'll take care of everything," I promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "All you have to do is tell us what feels good."
"No," Elias said firmly, his hand sliding to the back of her neck in a grip that was unmistakably dominant. "She's going to do more than that. She's going to learn to take what we give her without guilt, without thinking she needs to give anything back." His eyes locked on hers. "Tonight, you belong to us completely. Your only job is to feel everything we do to you. Let go, Willa. Sink into the sensations we give you and just feel. Understood?"
Elias was right, this was what she needed. This was the final barrier that Sterling had built around her and tonight we were going to break it down. "Tonight, you don't think. You don't worry. You just feel everything we give you," I told her.
We rearranged ourselves on the wide couch, pillows supporting her as Wes positioned himself between her thighs. I could see his cock straining against his jeans, thick and hard, and when he finally freed himself, Willa's eyes went wide.
"You're so big," she whispered, and I could hear the mix of want and nervousness in her voice.
"We'll go slow," he promised, stroking himself once before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
He pushed in slowly, so slowly, and I watched her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was wonder as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp.
"Eyes on Wes," Elias commanded softly, his hand gripping her chin. "Let him see every expression that crosses your face. How does he feel inside you?"
"Full," she breathed, her gaze locked on his. "So full. So good."
"Good. Now, Wes, I want you to stay perfectly still until I tell you otherwise." His voice brooked no argument. "Willa needs to feel every inch of you, needs to understand that this is about her pleasure, not your need to move." His thumb traced her lower lip. "Tell him when you need more, sweetheart. Not when you think he wants to hear it, but when your body actually craves it."
Wes was only halfway inside her, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. "You feel incredible," he groaned.
"More," she whispered. "Please, I can take more."
He sank deeper, and she moaned low in her throat, her hands fisting in the throw blanket beneath her. When he was fully seated inside her, they both went still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation.
"Okay?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Perfect," she breathed. "You can move. Please move."
He started with slow, careful thrusts, watching her face for her reaction. But as she began to respond, her hips rising to meet his, he picked up the pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her breathy moans and his low groans.
I watched in fascination as pleasure built in her features again, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parted. When she reached for me blindly, I took her hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her palm.
