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"You're perfect," I told her now, fingers gripping her hips. "Every inch of you is perfect."
I gazed up the line of her body, catching the moment she bit her lower lip, uncertainty flickering across her face. Even here, even now, with five Alphas reacting to her, wanting her, needing her, she couldn’t chase away the doubt.
"I'm going to worship every inch of you," I promised, my voice thick with emotion. "And when this heat is over, I'm going to feed you everything you've ever denied yourself. I'm going to watch you eat until you're satisfied, just like you’re going to watch me now."
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking a silvery path down the side of her face and into her hair. I blinked, Levi and Boone coming into focus next to her. The latter brushed away the trail of wetness with his thumb. The former rubbed a hand over her scalp and down her hair lovingly, cupping the back of her head to relieve the strain of looking down at me.
I shuffled slightly back, giving myself room to angle my upper body and bury my face in her most intimate place. She bent her knees, thighs falling open, revealing the glistening pink of her sex, slippery with desire and readiness. The sight made my mouth water and my cock throb painfully. I lowered myself, feeling like I might explode as my pulse quickened, and my body tingled.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly bone dry despite how much I wanted to taste her. The smell of her slick made my head swim. Better than chocolate croissants. Better than berry compote over cheesecake. Better than anything I’d ever baked. I couldn't wait another second.
My first taste was gentle, a slow, broad stroke of my tongue splitting her folds. The flavor of her juices exploded across my taste buds, more intense than I could have imagined. Nelly's back arched off the blankets, a ragged cry tearing from herthroat. Her fingers found my hair, tangling in the strands, pulling me closer.
She started saying my name but was interrupted. I glanced up, seeing Boone stealing her voice with his mouth. Levi’s head was burrowed against her chest, lips locked around her nipple. Through my daze of hunger that could only be satisfied by Nelly’s body, I realized Wyatt and Wade weren’t part of the intense, soul-shifting event. I hoped they could get past their bullshit reservations. I hoped they’d see what our lives could be like, if they stopped worrying about conventions.
I hoped, I’d stop thinking about anything except the taste of her, and the way she made me feel.
I groaned against her—both from the flavor and the view—the vibration making her shudder. Her thighs trembled around my head as I explored her with my tongue, discovering what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her pull my hair so hard it hurt. She gushed as I pleasured her, coating my lips and chin, marking me with her scent just as surely as her teeth had marked my wrist. I lost myself in the glory, lapping at her folds, circling her entrance, flicking my tongue against the bundle of nerves at her apex.
"Oh God," she cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair again, this time with more urgency. "Cooper, that feels—it's so?—"
Her inability to form coherent sentences sent a surge of Alpha pride through me. I doubled my efforts, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst who'd finally found water. No, not water. This was a nineteen eighty-two Chateau Lafite. Ripe, and full-bodied. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, her back arching again off the blankets. I cataloged every reaction, noting what made her grip my hair tighter, what made her hips surge upward seeking more contact, what made her chant my name like a prayer.
The sweetness still flooded my mouth.
Decadent.
Addictive.
Nectar.
I wanted more. I needed more. I would never get enough of her. I’d become a glutton for this woman.
"Cooper, please," she begged, her voice breaking on my name. "I need—I need?—"
I knew what she needed. What we both needed. But I wasn't done feasting on her yet. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently, simultaneously lashing it with my tongue. Nelly released a sound that couldn’t decide if it was a sob or a scream. Her body went rigid beneath me, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode out the waves of pleasure against my eager mouth.
I kept licking, gentler now, helping her through the aftershocks, unwilling to part from the sweetest meal I'd ever had the privilege to enjoy. She was my new favorite dish; one I intended to savor for the rest of my life.
"I could eat you forever," I murmured against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver. And I meant it. I'd found my new favorite meal, and I intended to gorge myself at every opportunity.
I felt, more than saw, Wade and Wyatt finally enter the chat.
48
WADE
Wyatt and I hung back. The dusty barn air was impossibly thick with our pack’s six mixing chemistries. It made me sway on my feet, brain foggy, joints feeling too loose.
I didn't know what was churning through my twin's hazy mind. In my case? ‘Certified brother fucking’ and ‘We don’t cross swords’ and ‘Keep it in the family, except for that’. I was warring with long established reservations; a line me and my twin drew a long time ago. Now, we stood on the brink of crossing that boundary. We'd undressed in front of Nelly, sure. We'd kissed her in succession, our lips meeting hers with bare seconds between. But now, as we stood over the writhing tangle of bodies on the tattered blankets, we were faced with something more involved and infinitely more intense.
The invisible barrier we'd drawn years ago would blur into nothing if we joined our pack mates.
Cooper's head was buried between Nelly's thighs, his shoulders flexing as he devoured her with obvious pleasure. Levi stroked her hair while his mouth claimed one perfect breast. Boone's large hands framed her face as he kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans. The sight of them ignited a feeling dangerously close to jealous rage. I didn’t want to stand here,frozen by my own inhibitions. I wanted to toss my worries out the window and worship Nelly too.
But we had a code, dating back to when we were seventeen, and it resided in the marrow of our twin bond.
We’d already established pack bonds with Levi and Cooper back then. The four of us had fallen into friendship as little kids, but then they’d fallen into love as teens over shitty parents and drunken abuse. During a camping trip, just before me and Wyatt turned seventeen, I’d had a bit too much beer by the campfire. I knew I’d catch shit from my grandpa the next day for drinking, but the buzz finally let me face something I’d been wanting for a while—to be a part of what Levi and Coop had. It might have started out as not wanting to be left out—of their inside jokes, their quiet affection, their ability to blow off steam in the comfort of each other’s arms—but then it grew into something more. After our birthday, me and Wyatt freshly minted seventeen-year-olds, I’d told him he should join us one night. He’d looked horrified. Right then and there, he made me promise to not suggest shit like that again, that we weren’t brother fuckers.
