Page 106 of Storm
Alex moves behind Fox, his larger frame making Fox look even more delicate by comparison. His hands slide around Fox's waist, a possessive gesture.
"May I touch you, Storm?" Alex asks, his voice dropping to that alpha deep that sends shivers down my spine.
I nod, unable to form words. Alex's hand reaches across the space between us, his fingers trailing down my neck, along my collarbone, before coming to rest at the curve of my breast. His touch is firmer than Fox's, more assured, yet still gentle as he explores.
Fox watches Alex's hand on me, his hazel eyes darkening with desire. Then he leans forward, his mouth finding my other breast, lips closing around my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. I gasp at the dual sensation, my head falling back as pleasure spirals through me.
Alex growls, low and approving, as he watches Fox pleasure me. His free hand tangles in Fox's light brown hair, guiding him gently, praising without words. There's something intensely intimate about the way he includes us both in his care, his protection.
"Beautiful," Alex murmurs again, as Fox and I learn each other's bodies with his guidance. His hand slides to the clasp of my bra, pausing there. "May I?"
I nod, and he unhooks it, letting the straps slide down my arms. Fox pulls back slightly to look at me, appreciation clear in his eyes.
"I've never..." he begins, then trails off, a flush rising to his cheeks.
"Been with another omega?" I ask. I can barely breathe as he shakes his head and looks away.
"Been with a woman," he confesses at last, his voice barely above a whisper.
The admission surprises me, though it shouldn't. I know Fox's history only in pieces. Of course, his experiences would be limited.
"We don't have to—" I begin, but Fox shakes his head, determination replacing uncertainty in his eyes.
"I want to," he says firmly. "If you do?"
His honesty touches something deep inside me. I reach for him, drawing him closer until our bare chests press together, skin to skin.
"I do," I whisper against his lips before kissing him again.
Alex watches us, his hand sliding down Fox's back in a gesture both possessive and encouraging.
Fox's hands grow bolder, roaming over my bare skin with increasing confidence. I mirror his movements, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of his shoulders, feeling the subtle strength beneath his slender frame.
"You can touch me anywhere," I whisper against his ear, giving him explicit permission.
His breath catches, a soft whimper escaping him as his hands slide lower, hesitating at the waistband of my leggings. Alex's hand covers his, guiding him gently.
"Like this," Alex murmurs, showing Fox how to touch me through the thin fabric of my leggings. Fox follows his lead, his fingers tracing where Alex shows him, growing more confident as my breath hitches in response.
My hips rise to meet his touch instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction. Fox watches my face with fascination, noting every reaction, learning what makes my breath catch and my scent spike.
"She likes that," Alex murmurs encouragingly when Fox finds a particularly sensitive spot. "You can feel how slick she is through the fabric."
Fox's eyes widen, his pupils dilating further as he registers the dampness beneath his fingers. "Because of me?" he asks.
"Because of you," I confirm, reaching for his face to draw him into another kiss.
As our lips meet, Alex shifts behind us, his hands moving to Fox's pants, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. Fox lifts his hips, allowing Alex to slide his pants down, revealing his arousal straining against his boxers.
I watch the beauty of Fox's slender body, the flush spreading across his pale skin. Alex's larger hands against Fox's narrow hips making my heart race faster.
"Your turn," Fox whispers, his fingers playing with the waistband of my leggings, seeking permission.
I nod, lifting my hips as both Fox and Alex help remove my leggings, leaving me in only my underwear. Fox's scent spikes with desire as he takes in the sight of me, his honey-chamomile perfume wrapping around us all.
"You're beautiful, Storm." He breathes, his hands hovering uncertainly.
Alex guides Fox's hand to my thigh, showing him how to touch, how to stroke the sensitive skin along my inner thigh. I shiver at their touch, Fox's gentle fingers guided by Alex's stronger ones. Together, they create a sensation unlike anything I've experienced before—the perfect balance of strength and tenderness.
