Page 87 of Patiently Yours
Actually, I probably shouldn’t think about that right now. My perfume is already flooding the space among us.
Maybe I should also try to be sexy, fluster them with my dares and questions.
I turn to my blond alpha. “Kendall, truth or dare?”
His flirty grin sends lightening to my stomach. “Dare, sweetheart.”
“I dare you to… take off your shirt.”
Damnit,that’swhat I came up with? So much for my plan on being sexy.
Given, I was picturing him without a shirt on. The dare just seemed like the easiest way to make it a reality. And I didn’t have any other dares anyway. Sue me.
He keeps that beautiful smirk on me as he tugs his shirt off. The really sexy way guys do it by reaching behind their heads and tugging on the collar. His stomach is chiseled and shining, almost like he’s been out in the sun.
It’s the middle of Winter, how is he so fucking tan?
Kendall turns to our prime. “Atlas, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“In your humble opinion, do you think our omega understands how much she deserves to be worshipped? Despite what everyone else has told her… do you think she knows?”
I falter at the random questioning, my eyes widening as I look around. They’re all staring at me, different levels of trouble in their eyes.
“Now that you mention it, Kenny,” Atlas starts, his gaze never leaving my face. “No, I don’t think she does. I think she’s still questioning. I think she still doesn’t know what she fully deserves.”
I feel my throat dry up at the same time my clit nearly begs for friction. “And what is that?”
Atlas bites the side of his lip in a smirk, his eyes puncturing mine. There’s so many words in his expression, but I’m so sidetracked that I can’t read a single one.
“Omega,” he says as lust drips between us, our eyes never wavering from each other. “Truth or dare?”
I swallow audibly at the promise in his tone. “Truth.”
“Would you like us to show you how you deserve to be worshipped?”
A whine gets stuck in my throat at the same time something flips in my stomach.
I suddenly feel Uriah at my back, his fingertips skimming down my sides, sending streaks of fire through my tank top and right to my skin. His incense of a scent goes right to the apex of my legs, making me squirm slightly in my spot. “What do you say, Stacia?” he whispers in a low rasp by my ear. Goosebumps erupt all over. “Will you let us worship you?”
My head moves of its own accord as my own perfume adds to theirs. “Yes,” I finally say just before Atlas is in front of me, his lips ghosting over mine.
“Will you let us take some control, baby?” The feather-like touch from him causes a shiver to flow through me. I give him a more demure nod. The pad of his thumb softly brushes over my lip. “Pick a safe word. Just in case it becomes too much. We will always listen to you. You have my word as a prime and as your alpha.”
The butterflies inside me soar as I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking it slightly before giving it a gentle bite. “The word is chamomile.” He gives me a small smirk, his eyes glued to where his thumb still lingers. “Now… please. Worship me, Alpha.”
His mouth lands on mine and I instantly lose myself in him. Our tongues dance to a familiar rhythm, one that stirs something deep inside me. Something primal. I feel another set of lips on my shoulder, sucking and kissing feverishly as I let out a groan that Atlas swallows. I’m already wound so tight, I feel like the slightest touch will set me off.
I’m abruptly turned, my face now cradled by Uriah. His eyes sparkle as they scan me, his expression turning soft at the pleasure he sees. Atlas’ hands swipe over every bit of skin they can as he takes over the treatment of my neck with his lips. I see my other two scent matches watching us from the side, both with such deep desire written into their looks that it makes me whine unintentionally.
“You like having our attention, don’t you, Omega?” Uriah asks as Atlas continues his exploration of my body. “You also have our complete devotion. Complete adoration. Not being with you, by your side, would feel like a wasted life.”
I moan just as he kisses me, the movement slow and purposeful.
From their demeanors, you’d think Uriah would enjoy the dominating role in the bedroom and that Atlas would be more gentle. But I’ve seen how they both let their facades down when we’re sensual with each other. Atlas likes to be in charge, likes to let the trouble-making alpha he really is come to the surface. Uriah enjoys the intimacy. He’s the most gentle of the four, always making every touch meaningful.
Atlas starts to undress me, a hurriedness in his movements. Uriah only removes his lips from mine when Atlas starts to pull my shirt over my head. I feel a little bit uncertain about my mismatched set of underwear but the swirl of scents that float over me, along with a few groans that they try to hide, lets me know that they love what they see. The insecurity suddenly smothers itself, and I am squaring my shoulders, feeling revered and wanted.
