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Jax's hands squeeze my shoulders gently. "We can definitely arrange that," he says, his voice a low rumble that I can feel through his hands.

Darren stands, offering me his hand. "Should we move somewhere more comfortable?"

I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. The others rise as well, moving with that strange, synchronized grace they seem to share. As if they can read each other's intentions without a word.

I can't help but wonder how that plays out in the bedroom.

"My room has the biggest bed," Jax offers, his gray eyes meeting mine. "If that's alright with you."

I nod, suddenly nervous but excited by the same token. "Lead the way."

Jax's bedroom is exactly what I would expect from him. It's spacious, tastefully furnished in rich, masculine tones, with a massive king-sized bed as the centerpiece. The sheets look expensive, a deep charcoal gray that complements the room's color scheme.

I stand just inside the doorway, five men arrayed around me, and for a moment I wonder if I've gotten in over my head. Then Darren's hand finds mine, squeezing gently, and the momentary anxiety fades. I'm exactly where I want to be.

"How do you want to do this?" Jax asks, his voice calm and steady, grounding me further.

I consider for a moment, then decide honesty is the best policy. "I'm not sure," I admit. "I haven't exactly done this before. With multiple partners, I mean."

"Neither have we," Aidan reminds me, his smile reassuring. "Not as a pack, at least."

"So we'll all discover this as we go," Zayn adds, moving closer. "But I have a few ideas, if you're interested."

"I'm all ears," I say, curious about what he has in mind.

"Let us worship you," he suggests, his dark eyes intense on mine. "One at a time, or all together. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"Worship me?" I echo, the phrase sending a shiver through me.

"You're our mate," Dmitri says simply, as if that explains everything.

"Let us show you what that means," Darren adds, his blue eyes warm on mine. "Let us give you pleasure."

The offer is tempting. Beyond tempting. Five skilled men focused entirely on my pleasure? What woman would say no to that?

"Yes," I agree, my voice steadier than I feel. "I'd like that."

Zayn steps forward, his movements fluid as he reaches for the hem of my sweater. "May I?" he asks, fingers brushing the fabric.

I nod, lifting my arms to help as he carefully pulls the sweater up and over my head, leaving me in my simple black bra. His eyes gleam as they sweep over my newly exposed skin, appreciation evident in his gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing a light path along my collarbone.

Dmitri moves next, kneeling before me to remove my shoes. His movements are gentle as he helps me step out of them. He looks up at me from his position near the floor but still nearly at eye level, those piercing blue eyes somehow both respectful and hungry at the same time.

I'm starting to see why they call him the Wolf.

Aidan approaches from behind, his hands gentle as they gather my hair, lifting it away from my neck. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms. "Is this okay?" he whispers, and I nod, not trusting my voice.

Jax and Darren watch from a few feet away, their gazes intent, waiting their turn. There's something powerful about having these alphas waiting patiently, deferring to my comfort and pace.

Zayn's hands move to the button of my jeans, pausing there. "Let's get these off."

"Please," I manage, the word catching slightly in my throat.

He smiles, something knowing and slightly predatory in the curve of his lips as he deftly unfastens my jeans and slides the zipper down. With a gentle tug, he helps me step out of them, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I should feel exposed. Instead, I feel sexy as hell. Five pairs of eyes are fixed on me with varying degrees of heat and hunger, five powerful bodies practically coiled with desire, all for me. A beta. A woman who's been told she's not enough more times than she cares to count.

Here, now, I am enough. More than enough. I am desired, adored, worshipped.

Jax approaches next, his movements measured as he comes to stand before me. His fingers trace the strap of my bra, following it down to the cup. “Let's take this off,” he suggests, his voice low.

I nod, turning slightly to give him access to the clasp. He unfastens it with ease, drawing the straps down my arms until the garment falls away completely. His sharp intake of breath is gratifying, as are the similar sounds from the others.

"Perfect," Darren says from where he stands, his blue eyes full of desire as they roam over my nearly naked form.

Dmitri, still kneeling at my feet, looks up with those intense eyes. "May I?" he asks, his large hands hovering near my hips, near the waistband of my simple black panties.

"Yes," I whisper, bracing my hands on his broad shoulders as he carefully slides the last barrier down my legs, helping me step out of them.

And then I'm completely naked, surrounded by five fully clothed men who look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.

"What now?" I ask, my voice husky.

Darren steps forward, finally joining the circle around me. His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing across my lower lip. "Now," he says, his voice a low rumble, "we show you what it means to be ours. If you'll have us."

He kisses me again, deep and thorough, as his hands begin to explore my naked skin.

At the same time, I feel other hands joining his, exploring every inch of me like they can't get enough.

It's overwhelming in the best possible way, five distinct touches that collectively have me gasping into Darren's mouth.

They guide me backward toward the bed, supporting me as I sink onto the edge of the mattress. For a moment, they step back, drinking in the sight of me naked on the bed.

"You should get comfortable," Jax suggests, his voice rougher than usual. "Lie back, let us take care of you."

I do as he suggests, scooting back on the massive bed until I'm propped against the pillows. The sheets are cool against my heated skin, the contrast making me more aware of my nakedness.

"What about you?" I ask, my gaze moving deliberately over their still-clothed forms. "Seems unfair for me to be the only one naked."

Zayn smirks, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. "That can be arranged."

What follows is a surprisingly coordinated display as five men strip with efficient grace. Shirts are pulled over heads, revealing torsos sculpted by years of professional athletics. Pants and underwear follow, until five gloriously naked men stand around the bed, each impressive in his own way.

I let my gaze wander, taking in the differences between them.

Jax is all lean muscle and controlled power.

Zayn has the kind of aesthetically perfect proportions that wouldn't look out of place in a renaissance painting of a young god. Dmitri is massive in every sense, broad-shouldered and powerful, with a body built for sheer strength. Aidan’s frame is slightly less bulky than the others, but still impressively athletic and powerful, with a smattering of freckles across his shoulders that match those on his face.

And Darren… Darren I know intimately already, but seeing him in this context, surrounded by his packmates, throws his beauty into even sharper relief.

The defined muscles of his chest and arms, the narrow taper of his waist, the powerful thighs.

I already know how those thighs feel pressed against mine, how those hands feel on my skin.

Now I get to learn how the others feel too.

Jax is the first to join me on the bed, moving to stretch out beside me. His hand settles warm on my stomach, just resting there as his gray eyes meet mine. "What would you like?" he asks, his voice pitched low for intimacy.

Before I can answer, Zayn joins us, settling on my other side. "I have a suggestion," he says, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Let's hear it," I encourage, curious about what he has in mind.

"We've all kissed you now," he points out. "But there are other places we could kiss. Other ways to taste you."

The meaning of his words sends heat flooding through me, pooling low in my belly. "Oh?" I manage, my voice breathier than intended.

"Let us taste you," Darren agrees, joining the conversation from where he stands at the foot of the bed. "All of us."

"One at a time," Jax clarifies, his hand sliding lower on my stomach, fingers brushing the curls between my thighs. "Or however you prefer."

The idea is both intimidating and wildly exciting. Five men, five ravenous mouths, all focused on giving me pleasure. The thought alone is enough to make me squeeze my thighs together, seeking friction.

"Yes," I agree, the word coming out as little more than a sigh. "I'd like that."

"Who goes first?" Aidan asks, settling onto the bed near my feet, his hand coming to rest on my calf.

"Ladies' choice," Dmitri suggests, his accent thicker than usual as he joins us, completing the circle of men around me on the bed.

I look at each of them in turn, considering. The choice feels significant somehow, even though I know I'll experience all of them eventually. Finally, my gaze settles on the one who's been the most patient, the most controlled.

"Jax," I decide, meeting those steady gray eyes. "You first."

He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he shifts his position, moving down the bed until he's kneeling between my legs. His hands are warm on my thighs as he gently spreads them wider, making space for himself.

"You're already wet," he observes, his voice a low rumble that I can feel in my bones. "So responsive."

I blush at the observation, though it's hardly surprising given the circumstances. Of course I'm wet.