Page 109 of Storm
"I can feel you," Fox whispers, his voice filled with wonder. "Can feel how close you are."
Alex's fingers increase their pressure, their speed, pushing me toward the edge. Fox buries his face against my neck, his hot breath against my skin sending shivers down my spine as he thrusts deeper, harder.
When my climax hits, it crashes through me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I've experienced before. I cry out, my body arching beneath Fox as pleasure radiates from my core to my fingertips.
Alex sits up, stripping his clothes, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as his shirt slides over his head. He's breathtaking; raw desire carved into every line of his body, his alpha scent intensifying. He pauses for a moment, his vivid green eyes locking on mine, the question clear in his gaze. I nod, not bothering to hide how much I want him too, how my body is already responding to the thought of everything we could do together.
Before I can reach for him, Fox shifts, his thighs trembling slightly. I stroke Alex, my hand wrapping around the hard length of him, feeling his cock twitch as I give it a few teasing strokes. Heat floods through me as I picture the three of us tangled together.
Alex groans, low in his throat, then slides behind Fox. He moans as our bodies press closer.
"This okay?" Alex asks, his voice rough but tender as he runs a hand down Fox's spine.
A shudder passes through Fox at Alex's touch, his slim body arching immediately in response. "Yes," he gasps, the word barely more than a breathless rush of sound.
Alex's fingers prepare Fox, slick and patient as he stretches him. I watch, mesmerized, as Fox rocks back against each press of Alex's hand, his body vibrating with need. The sight alone is enough to drive me wild, my own hips moving in time with theirs as the tension builds again with dizzying speed.
Fox moans as Alex pushes his cock deep. The intensity of Fox's reaction sends a fresh surge of heat through me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, the three of us joined now in an intricate tangle of limbs and skin.
Fox gasps my name, his forehead dropping to rest against mine as the overwhelming pleasure of having us both together makes him shudder. The three of us fall into a wild, perfect rhythm, our bodies straining together as the room fills with the scents of sandalwood, dark chocolate, and honey. Everything melts into a blur of sensation and breathless cries as we chase the climax building between us.
All three of us shatter at once, our voices blending as we ride the intense pleasure. My head is spinning and my heart is thundering in my chest, the pleasure almost too overwhelming.
Panting, our bodies collapse into a tangled heap of trembling limbs and sweat-soaked skin. We stay like that for a while, talking quietly about nothing important as Alex remains joined with Fox. We exchange soft touches and lazy kisses as the forgotten movie reaches its conclusion. Eventually, Alex checks the time and sighs.
"We should clean up," he says.
Fox stretches beside me. "Shower first?"
Alex helps us both up, his hands lingering on my skin as if reluctant to break contact. I feel strangely vulnerable now as we gather our scattered clothes, the evidence of our encounter obvious in the disheveled state of the media room. My mind is still reeling from what just happened between us—how natural it felt, how right, despite everything I'd been taught at the Omega House.
"Go ahead," I tell them, gesturing toward the door. "I'll straighten up in here."
Alex hesitates, his brow furrowing slightly. His green eyes search my face, concern evident in his expression. "I’ll come back and fix it up. You don’t have to, Storm."
I reach up and kiss him, tasting Fox on his lips, tasting myself. "Go. I'll have a shower soon. I just want to make it look less...messy."
Alex shakes his head and laughs, though I can still see the concern in his eyes. "It smells like sex. It smells like us. And we might need a new couch." His tone is teasing, but there's a gentleness beneath it, checking if I'm truly okay.
Fox reaches for me, his slender fingers wrapping around mine. I hold his hand, feeling the slight tremble in his touch. Is he experiencing the same whirlwind of emotions as I am?
"I just need a few minutes if that's okay," I admit, my voice softer than I intended. They both look at me with matching worried expressions, and I realize they're afraid I regret what happened. "I promise I'm okay. That was just...a lot. In the best possible way," I add quickly.
Relief floods both their faces. Fox kisses me softly, his lips lingering against mine for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Then he follows Alex to the door, their fingers intertwined as they leave. I watch them go, a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside me. Wonder, satisfaction, confusion, and something deeper I'm not ready to name.
I'm smoothingthe last throw blanket when the door opens behind me. I turn, expecting Fox or Alex returning, and instead find Jonathan standing in the doorway, his green eyes taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow.
"Had a good evening?" he asks, his tone carefully neutral, though his eyes sparkle with amusement.
Heat floods my cheeks as I realize how obvious it is about what happened here. The lingering scents alone would tell the story to anyone with a nose. "We watched a movie," I say lamely.
Jonathan's lips twitch. "Must have been quite the film."
I bite my lip, fighting a smile. "It was The Notebook."
"Ah," he says, nodding as if that explains everything. "Ryan Gosling does have that effect on people."
A giggle bubbles up from my chest, unexpected and carefree. "Jonathan Kingsley, did you just make a joke?"
