Page 62 of Pumpkin Patch Pack
Slowly, deliberately, Rowan lowers his head. His lips meet mine, gentle at first, a question more than a demand. I answer by pressing closer, my hand coming up to cup his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of evening stubble against my palm. He deepens the kiss, and I open to him willingly, a soft moan escaping me as his tongue slides against mine.
The sound breaks something loose in the room. Theo’s hand squeezes my knee, while Liam moves closer, his scent sharpening with desire.
When Rowan finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, and his breathing is uneven. “We should stop,” he says, though his tone suggests he’d rather do anything but.
“Why?” I ask, surprised by my own boldness.
“Because if we don’t stop now…” He trails off, but his meaning is clear.
“We don’t have to go all the way,” Theo suggests, his voice rough with arousal. “There are plenty of other ways to please our mate.”
The thought sends a shiver of anticipation, but I’m not ready for everything.
“What about just… touching?” I suggest. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
The temperature in the room seems to rise instantly. Rowan’s scent intensifies until I can taste burnt sugar on my tongue. Theo’s breath catches audibly beside me, and across from us, Liam goes completely still, his gaze fixed on my face, which makes me want to tear my clothes off… immediately.
“We’ll take care of you,” Liam promises, his voice husky with desire.
Rowan’s fingers trace my jawline, tilting my face toward him. “We want to make you feel good, Emma. Let us worship you.”
A whimper escapes me at his words.
Liam’s large hands hover just above my shoulders. “May I?” he asks, his deep voice rumbling through me.
The cool air hits my heated skin as my tank top is pulled over my head, leaving me in sleep shorts and a thin cotton bra. All three men go still, their eyes dilating as they drink in the sight of me.
“Beautiful,” Rowan says, his voice reverent. “So fucking beautiful.”
Liam makes a sound deep in his throat, almost a growl, that sends slick gushing between my thighs. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but all I feel is desired, as three pairs of hungry eyes devour me.
“Tell your mates what you need,” Rowan asks.
“Touch me,” I whine.
Theo’s fingers trace the edge of my bra, feather-light touches that make me shiver. “Here?”
“Everywhere,” I say.
Rowan’s hands slide up my back, finding the clasp of my bra. As the fabric falls away, my nipples tighten in the cool air, and all three men make appreciative sounds.
“Look at these perfect tits,” Theo says, his usual playfulness giving way to raw desire. “So pretty and pink for us.”
Rowan’s thumb brushes across one hardened peak, and I moan at the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight to my core. “Sensitive,” he observes, repeating the motion and watching my reaction with heated interest.
Three sets of warm, firm hands caress my body as they lay me back into the nest and explore my skin.
I can feel the grounding weight of Liam’s hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing away any remaining tension, Rowan’s featherlight touches down my hips and thighs, sending shivers through my core, and Theo’s playful grasp as he gently tweaks my hardened nipples.
“Please,” I moan.
“You want us to make you come, Sweetheart?” Rowan asks, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes,” I manage, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but my body on fire with need. “Make me come.”
Rowan hooks his thumbs into my sleep shorts and swiftly peels them down my legs. I’m completely naked now, exposed to all three of them. Slick drips from between my thighs, and the scent of my arousal fills the room, drawing answering growls from all of them.
“God, you smell divine,” Rowan groans, his hand sliding up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I’m aching for him. “Like sweet apple pie.”
