He traces my cheekbone with his thumb before tipping my chin up so he can take a kiss. His lips are so soft, a stark contrast to how he presses in, suffocating me with his mouth in the most delicious of ways. A faint trace of copper bursts across my tongue. The blood from the binding tastes perfect in this moment. A reminder of what we are now. When my bra springs free, I smile against his mouth, only slightly annoyed I didn’t feel him messing with the strap.

Backing away from the kiss, he narrows his eyes on me. “I can’t wait to wreck you.”

Squeezing my thighs together, I try not to let him know how wet he just made me, but nothing escapes his notice and his chest rumbles in approval.

“It’s not my turn yet, Little Red.” He slides the bra down my arms, freeing my tits to his hungry gaze.

“Who said anything about turns?” I ask, shoving my chest toward him and chuckling when he licks his lips.

Draco nips my neck, making me yelp in surprise. “We said something about turns. Be a good girl and listen.”

“Make me,” I whisper, biting my lip to fight off a big grin.

“Naughty little thing,” he says, moving his hand from my stomach to cup a breast, pinching my nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

My back arches in response, and I whimper, not exactly hating the pain, but not quite sure I enjoy it either. Brayden steps closer, grabbing my other boob and gently caressing that nipple, offsetting the pain Draco delivered.

“Are you going to listen?” Brayden’s breath brushes across my lips, his mouth centimeters from mine, teasing and tempting.

I’m so wet right now, and my core aches with the need to be filled. While I’d like to explore the twin sandwich a little more, I’m eager to get to the main part, so I nod.

“Good girl,” Draco says, releasing my nipple from his fingers and trailing his hand down my stomach, resting it above my panties.

Brayden leans closer, and I move to meet him for another kiss, but he pulls away a second before our lips touch and steps aside. “Patience.”

I’m about to tell him where he can shove his patience when Carter approaches, wasting no time hooking his fingers into the edge of my thong. My gaze collides with his, seeing a hungry, carnal desire deep in the depths of his green eyes I haven’t seen before. Without ceremony, he yanks my underwear off, lifting the soft material to his face and burying his nose in them, taking a deep drag of my arousal. Part of me wants to look away from his intense stare, but I don’t. I hold it and watch his pupils dilate and eyes flash yellow with his wolf as he inhales me. It should be wrong, but it’s not. It’s fucking delicious how turned on he is right now. With a small smile, he stuffs them into his pocket and turns away from me, side-stepping my reaching arm.

Huffing, I drop my hand and let out a soft growl. “Don’t I get to touch you?” I ask them all, shooting an annoyed look around the room.

Adler is on the edge of the group, watching this all unfold with a curious glint in his gaze. This is as new to him as it is to me.

“Yes.” Everett slides in front of me, completely naked andveryerect. He flicks his gaze over my shoulder to meet Draco’s. The zeta reluctantly releases me. “Come here,” Everett says, opening his arms. The other’s clothes drop to the floor and my stomach tightens.

Every shred of doubt evaporates, replaced by a soul deep need to take them all, mark them with my teeth. Make them mine.

Taking two steps, I throw myself at him. He catches me mid jump, letting me wrap my legs around his middle and gripping my ass to keep me in place. My lips catch his in a needy kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth and tangling with his, earning a deep, rumbling growl from him. Spinning with me in his arms, he tosses me onto the mattress. No sooner does my back hit the bed when he climbs over me, pressing his hips between my legs and lowering down so our bodies are perfectly lined up.

Pulse pounding against my skin, I suck in a breath when he teases the head of his cock over my slit, running his silken length back and forth.

“Luna,” he says in a gruff voice. “I’m yours.”

I moan when he positions his dick and thrusts into me, stretching me in one, hard stroke. Wrapping my legs around his waist and linking my feet above his ass, I pull his mouth to mine and take what I can from him while he rocks into me. Lifting my hips to meet his and grinding against him, I match his pace.

“Harder,” I say, breaking away from our kiss with a pant.

He groans, grinding against me with his cock deep enough to make me tremble.

“Any other day, I’d fuck you so hard the bed would break, but today is about more than me.” His words make my forehead wrinkle in confusion, then he pulls out of me, slapping my pussy and kissing me. “Sharing is caring, Luna.”

Cold air sweeps over me as he rolls to lie on his side, fingers tracing over my tits, tweaking and tugging on my nipples. I turn my head to demand he finish what he started, but stop short when a hot mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard.

“Oh fuck.” I glance down and see Brayden between my legs. Digging my fingers into his black hair, I shamelessly roll my hips, forcing more of myself against his mouth as Everett smacks my breast. A ridiculous string of noises passes my lips, begging for more, and Everett smacks the other one.

With a dark chuckle, Brayden lets go of my clit, moving his tongue over my slit before parting my folds with his hands. My grip on his hair tightens, and I direct his position with my hands, not at all worried he doesn’t like how I’m nearly suffocating him. He sticks his tongue inside of me, swirling it around before moving back to my clit for another mouthful, humming and licking my most sensitive parts.

“Brayden,” I gasp his name, pulling on his hair to ask for more.

His eyelids flutter open, and he stares at me, lips clamped around me as he teases me to the brink of an orgasm. I lift my hips, but he slams his hands onto my thighs, ripping his lips from me and shaking his head. “Not yet,” he says, denying me an orgasm but making my heart flutter in excitement.