Page 31 of The Alpha: Part Two
I know they'd stop everything they're doing, and we could lay here together and reconnect without taking off a single piece of clothing, but I want them. I need them. I need to feel their skin against mine. I need to feel their hands and mouths on me. I need to touch them and feel for myself that they're whole, and I need the taste of them on my tongue to wash away all the bitterness that has been thrown at us. "No, don't stop. Please, Ben. This is what I need."
"Good," Michael breathes against the shell of my ear. "We need it, too." He palms my breast, cups it, then rolls my pebbled nipple between the pads of his fingers before dragging his hand down my stomach to tease the waist of my pants. "I missed you so much, baby. I was so worried."
Ben sits up and yanks his shirt over his head. He drops it over the side of the bed into the floor and bends to give me another gentle kiss before he starts tugging at my hoodie. His reaction isn't what I want it to be. I want to see the same look on his face that he always has when I start losing clothes, like he's been starving for me. I want to hear the hungry growl in his throat as he looks me over, but I get icy, sharp rage instead. It takes me a moment to catch up, I was so caught up in him and Michael that I forgot about the fingerprints spotting my arms, the dark bruising and scrapes on my shoulder, the marks on my neck. I look at Michael and glance down at Seth and find them glaring at various injuries as the energy surrounding us turns frigid.
"I'm alright," I promise. Iamalright. I'm a little banged up and emotionally ragged, but I'm okay. I'll be okay as long as I have them.
Ben runs a fingertip over my shoulder. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. "That must have happened when I fell off the bed." I thought explaining how the bruise could have gotten there would make them feel better, but their low growls tell me exactly how wrong I was. Seth sounds especially murderous. "I rolled us off," I continue awkwardly. "I needed to get to the other syringe. My head hurts worse than my shoulder." Furthering the explanation doesn't help anything.
"He should be dead," Michael says lowly.
"He will be," I assure him.
He doesn't say anything about that, either, but his opinion is more than obvious.
Ben moves his hand to cover my breast, cupping it and thumbing my nipple. "We'll just have to be extra careful with you, then, won't we? Why does your head hurt?" he asks, breathing the question against my ear and making me shiver. "Did you hit it when you fell?" He sucks my earlobe between his lips and drags his teeth over it. "We need to know what happened, so we can take care of you."
"He pulled my hair a lot earlier," I tell him, letting my words rush together. I don't want to think about Flores or his hand ripping my hair out of my scalp. I sure am not going to tell them about him hitting me if this is their reaction from just seeing bruising. I want to lose myself in my boys, all three of them. "It doesn't matter, now. It's over."
Michael leans over me and licks across my other nipple. My hands automatically move to hold him there, demanding more attention. My fingers sink into hair that hasn't been long enough to sink into for years, and I tug on the ends just to give him the experience. "You need a haircut," I mumble. "Ben, too. And a shave." It isn't that I mind the scruff on Michael's jaw and chin, I actually like ita lot. It's that they've kept their hair too short to pull for years, and neither of them have the patience to try to grow a beard.
"What? You don't like how it feels?" Michael purposefully drags his scruff across my skin, making me arch into him.
I tug at his hair again, still pressing closer to him. "You still need a haircut."
"You don't like it longer?" Michael asks, drawing my nipple into his mouth and letting it go with a pop.
"I like it," I gasp. "I'm just used to it being short. I don't care if you let it grow to your feet."
I shiver as Ben laughs softly against my neck. "Not that long, but I think I'm going to grow mine out a little bit if you like pulling it that much." Then he moves down to my other breast and my eyes roll back with the attentions of both him and Michael.
Almost as if they planned it, Michael lifts up to pull me into another kiss while Ben slides down to the foot of the bed, kissing and nipping bits of skin along the way. I give half a thought to whether or not he's pushing Seth away, but Michael's mouth is too demanding for me to concentrate on anything but him. Ben is suddenly between my legs, yanking my pants down and off, and pushing my knees apart and up. Just as Michael's tongue licks deeply into my mouth, he swipes his own tongue across my clit. I buck up off the bed, gasping into the kiss. I don't know how they do this to me so well. They work together and against each other at the same time, like they're competing, and the goal is to make me melt and scream but the only way to win is to work together. It's overwhelming and wonderful.
I lose myself in them, just like I wanted, and when a hand touches my jaw to turn me away from Michael I growl in protest. But it's Seth, and that's nothing to complain about. He kisses my forehead, then my nose, and it's such a sweet contrast to the intensity of Ben's mouth moving between my thighs and Michael's hand palming my breast that my breath hitches.
"I'm going to kiss you," he whispers. "I'll be careful."
I want to tell him that he doesn't have to be careful, but all that comes out is a groan because Michael chooses then to lick a wide path across the marks he and Ben put on my neck. The only thing keeping me from coming up off the mattress is the fact that this is the first kiss Seth has tried to give me since I've had him back. He presses his lips against mine so, so gently, his long fingers spread around my jaw and behind my ear. He pauses, pulling in a deep breath before his grip tightens enough to urge my mouth open, then he covers my mouth with his, swirling his tongue aggressively against mine. Seth kisses me like he's been starving, deprived of everything he's ever needed, and I'm the only sustenance he'll ever want. It leaves me gasping and whimpering, tightening my fingers into his hair as my body catches fire.
I can feel it. This is going to throw me into a heat spike. All three of them, all three of my alphas, using their hands and mouths to make sure I know I'm theirs is the most satisfying and erotically stimulating thing I've ever felt in my life. The need and pleasure rushing along the twins' bonds is waging war on my mind and I'm going to have a spike. Then Seth is going to have a panic attack; and I don't want that. Even knowing that, I can't bring myself to push him away or make Michael and Ben slow down. I need them too much.
Instead of trying to back away from the inevitable, I leap into it. I hook my calf around Ben's back, pulling him even closer to me, and get an even tighter grip on Seth's and Michael's hair. Hot energy crackles through my bonds when the scent of the oncoming spike starts winding around us. Seth growls deep in his chest and my body physically reacts, releasing a flood of slick and causing Ben to groan and double his efforts. Michael somehow covers both marks on my neck with his mouth and sucks hard before raking his teeth across them. They're going to make me cum before the spike ever crests.
Michael's hand leaves my breast and snakes across my stomach to pull my knee up, spreading me wider, then Ben's fingers push inside me, and I moan into Seth's mouth. Seth drags his hand from my face, trailing his touch along my neck and between my breasts, never pulling away from our kiss while he plucks at my nipple.
Then three things happen at once that send me careening into an orgasm that I had no idea how badly I needed. Ben flicks the stiff point of his tongue over my clit in quick, firm circles and pushes in another finger, the stretch burns deliciously as he thrusts them inside of me again and again. Michael bites into my marks, causing me to see actual stars behind my eyelids as a pleasure so sharp it almost hurts spikes through me. Seth forces his tongue into my mouth groaning in pleasure when I suck it deeper, and when his fingers close around my nipple to roll it between them, I begin thrashing. I don't know if it's because I'm finally safe after weeks of misery and fear, or if it's because I finally have the pack I've always needed, but the orgasm that screams through me is blinding.
You'd think that an orgasm like the one I just had would put off a heat spike, but apparently that's not going to happen because I can still feel it coiling tighter. The only thing that will make this better is one of them helping me through it. But I need to check on us first. When I can manage it, I open my eyes and find myself looking into Seth's sky blues. I don't think I like him having two eyes. The last time I saw him, he only had one. I reach up to touch the space under the fake. "Is this going to be a regular thing?"
"Do you want it to be?" he asks quietly.
I answer without hesitation. "No."
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Okay." Then he kisses me again, just a gentle press of his lips. "I'm not going anywhere, but I am going to go take a shower. I washed my hands earlier, but I'm not comfortable with all this mess being so close to you. I'll be back in a little while." I open my mouth to argue, I don't care about any mess he thinks is important, but he puts a finger over my lips. "Michael and Ben need this. And I need a minute. You're in the middle of a spike and I still might have a hard time with that. I want good things for you, and good things for them. This is how I'll take care of my pack, that's what we are now, right?"
I nod, my eyes filling with emotion.
"So, let me take care of us like this. I need to wash the penthouse off of me just like you did. I'm sorry I'm in your bed with all this, but you needed me more than I needed to be clean. Ben and Michael will take care of you while I'm in the shower, and I need to check in with Kaleb. Then we can all get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be exhausting and we need rest. Okay?" He cups my cheek in his palm and kisses me again.
