Page 15 of Big Bad Alphas

“Nothing,” I manage to squeak out. “It’s all… you’re all… perfect. It can’t really be this easy, can it?”

“If you want us the way we want you, precious mate, then it’s as easy as breathing,” Ezra whispers. My breath catches in my throat, and I find myself nodding, wanting more. Wanting everything.

“C-can we go s-somewhere more… private?” I ask in a trembling voice. I’m not nervous or scared. I’m debilitatingly turned on.

“Fuck yes,” Patrick answers at the same time as Wade and Ezra.

“Hell yes, mate.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

The next second, I’m lifted up in the air, and my mates are carrying me toward Patrick’s house. We get to the front porch, and I’m finally placed back on my feet. Looking up at Patrick and then around at Wade and Ezra, I’m not sure where to go from here.

The air is thick with some kind of energy I’ve never felt before. It coats my skin in goosebumps and sends awareness to my aching center and sensitive nipples. Are they feeling what I’m feeling? How does this evening end? What—

Before I can finish that thought, Patrick spins me around and crashes his lips down on mine, walking me backward until my back is pressed up against the cool wood of the front door. It's so surprising, so sudden, so overwhelmingly delicious; I gasp into his mouth. He groans and slips his tongue between my lips, tasting, treasuring, and turning me on even more.

His fingers tangle in my hair and angle my head to the side so he can deepen our kiss. I’m lost in the way his tongue caresses mine, the minty taste of his kiss, the way his breathing is shallow like mine. The kiss lasts so long that I think I might pass out from lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, Patrick rips his mouth away from mine and peels me off the door, turning me slightly and giving me a light push into Ezra's arms. I barely have time to suck in fresh air before Ezra kisses me as well. His lips are soft, his kiss gentle. It's perfect.

Patrick was wild and untamed, taking me, claiming me, letting me know beyond a shadow of a doubt he wants me. All that power and strength coursed through him and washed over me in a delicious wave of pleasure. Ezra is more cautious, taking his time to explore me, giving me long, languid strokes of his tongue that make me roll my body against his.

He grunts and spears his fingers into my hair, gripping the strands and holding me in place while his kisses turn more desperate.

Once again, I'm spun around fast enough that I stumble a bit. Wade is right there to catch me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back so my ass is brushing up against his very obvious erection. Patrick smirks, cupping my cheek in one massive hand while brushing a few strands of my hair away with the other.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” Patrick whispers against my lips before kissing me again, softly this time. Wade plants kisses up and down my neck, making me melt against him, even as I grip Patrick’s shirt to pull him closer.

My free hand reaches out for Ezra, needing his touch to feel complete. His fingers lace through mine, tugging me slightly toward him so he can kiss the other side of my neck.

God, having all three of their warm, chiseled bodies pressed against mine, surrounding me with their strength, their touch… It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. I can’t believe they want me like this, but the way they are touching me, caressing me, kissing me, and worshiping my curves, leaves no room for doubt.

Patrick’s hands roam down my body, cupping my breasts and kneading them gently. I instinctively bow my back, thrusting my breasts further into his hands.

“Does that feel good, beautiful? You like it when I play with your amazing tits?” Patrick murmurs. Ezra slides his hands from my hips to the hem of my dress, inching it up slightly so he and Wade can caress the insides of my thighs.

“God, yes, everything…” I gasp when I feel Ezra’s fingers skim up the inside of my thighs, up and down, lightly touching me, teasing me, driving me wild. “Everything feels so good,” I finish, my voice a breathy whisper.

Ezra’s hand rubs the thin fabric of my panties, making my breath hitch. “Mmm,” Ezra growls behind me. “Fuck, mate. This pussy is begging for attention, isn’t it?”

I whimper and jerk my hips into his touch, practically humping his hand. I don’t even care anymore; I’m so lost in this, in them, in us. Wade groans, the vibrations rolling over me as he tickles my thighs with the tips of his fingers. “Please,” I whisper, trying to control my voice. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but my mates do.

Ezra continues to slide his fingers up and down my panty-covered slit, just that small touch is setting me on edge. When his hand is joined by Wade’s, I can’t hold back the moan. Ezra pushes my panties aside while Wade slips his finger into my soaking wet slit. Patrick nuzzles into the side of my neck, licking and nipping my skin while my other two men explore my heated, over-sensitive flesh.

“God fucking damn, Emily,” Wade rasps out, circling my clit with his fingers. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back so I’m resting on Ezra’s shoulder.

Ezra turns his head and kisses the other side of my neck, his lips trailing up, up, up until they brush against the shell of my ear. “Love feeling you, touching you, getting you all worked up for us,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and filled with desire.

I’m so wrapped up in what is happening I almost miss the fact that Ezra rips my panties right off me. I squeal, but then Patrick captures the sound with a punishing kiss.

“Hey!” I whisper-shout once we break apart. “I liked those panties!”

Patrick grins and kisses me again while Ezra slides one finger in and out of my tight channel. I gasp at the invasion, twitching in their arms. “I bet you’ll like this more,” Wade whispers, replacing Ezra’s hand with his own.

He’s right. I like their touch, their attention, theireverythingmore than I like my panties. More than I like anything, really, and that should scare me. However, I don’t have time to be scared when I have three mouths kissing my neck, face, and chest anywhere they can. I don’t have time for doubts when six hands touch, massage me, and bring me more pleasure than I’ve ever known.

I’ve lost track of who is touching me and where. All I know is that I’m being stretched and stroked by three gorgeous men who can’t seem to get enough of me. “Oh God,” I gasp when I feel a finger circling my asshole. I hardly recognize this wanton woman I’ve become, but I can’t say I don’t like it. Patrick, Ezra, and Wade give me such confidence; how could I not give myself over to this unquenchable lust?

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