Page 36 of Mating With My Grumpy Alphas (Hollow Haven #2)

Rhett

T he moment hung between us like a held breath.

Standing in Elias's warm living room, watching Willa look between the three of us with understanding dawning in her eyes, I felt something fundamental shift in the air.

This wasn't just about wanting her anymore.

This was about showing her exactly what it meant to be loved by a pack, to be cherished without conditions or expectations.

"Yes," she whispered, and the word hit me like lightning. "Yes, I want that."

I exchanged a look with Wes and Elias, seeing my own mixture of desire and protective tenderness reflected in their faces. We were really doing this. Together. For her.

"Are you sure?" Elias asked gently, his healer's instincts making him double-check even though we could all scent her arousal, see the way her pupils had dilated with want.

"I'm sure," she said, her voice stronger now. "I trust you. All of you."

That trust was humbling. After everything Sterling had put her through, the fact that she was willing to be this vulnerable with us, to let us show her what real love looked like, made my chest tight with emotion.

"Then come here," I said, settling onto Elias's comfortable couch and holding out my hand to her.

She took it without hesitation, letting me guide her to sit between Wes and me while Elias arranged himself in his favorite armchair, close enough to be part of everything but positioned to watch and guide.

"How are you feeling?" Wes asked softly, his hand finding her shoulder and beginning a gentle massage.

"Nervous," she admitted. "But good nervous. Excited nervous."

"We're going to take such good care of you. That's all this is about. Taking care of you."

"But what about you?" she asked, the question so typical of her generous nature. "Don't you need...?"

"We need you to understand that your pleasure is our pleasure," I said firmly. "Seeing you happy, hearing those delicious sounds you make, knowing we're the ones making you feel good? That's everything we need."

I leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away, and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, gentle, but when she melted against me with a small sound of pleasure, I deepened it, tasting the sweetness I'd been craving since our first kiss at the waterfall.

Wes's hands moved from her shoulders to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands. "So beautiful," he murmured against her ear, his breath making her shiver. "So perfect."

"Can we take this sweater off?" Wes asked, his hands at the hem, callused fingers barely brushing the skin beneath. "Only if you want to."

"Yes," she said without hesitation, and we helped her lift it over her head.

The sight of her in just her lace bra and jeans, flushed and breathing hard in the warm light of Elias's living room, made my mouth go dry.

Her skin was luminous in the firelight, and I could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat.

The scent of her arousal was getting stronger, that sweet honey-and-vanilla scent that made my alpha instincts roar with need.

"Beautiful," Wes murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder while I traced the soft skin of her arms, feeling her shiver under our touch.

"You're both being so gentle," she said, wonder in her voice.

"You deserve gentle. You deserve everything good."

Elias rose from his chair, moving closer to us with predatory grace. "That's it," he said softly, but there was steel beneath the velvet of his voice. "Willa, look at me."

When her eyes met his, I saw something shift in her expression, a recognition of the authority Elias rarely showed.

"May I touch you?" he asked, but it wasn't really a question.

At her breathless nod, he settled beside us on the couch, his hands immediately taking charge, positioning us exactly where he wanted us.

"You're going to learn what it means to be properly worshipped," he murmured, his fingers tracing deliberate patterns on her skin that made her shiver.

The three of us took our time, mapping every inch of her skin with careful hands and reverent mouths.

When Wes's fingers found the clasp of her bra, he paused, looking into her eyes for permission.

At her breathless nod, he unhooked it slowly, reverently, and we both watched in fascination as her breasts were revealed.

"Fuck," I breathed, unable to stop myself. "You're perfect."

Her nipples were already peaked, rosy and inviting, and when Wes lowered his head to take one between his lips, she arched off the couch with a cry that went straight to my cock.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended as I watched Wes work her with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

"So good," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair. "Oh god, yes."

I couldn't resist leaning down to lavish attention on her other breast, feeling her body tremble between us as we worshipped her. Her skin was so soft, so responsive, and the little sounds she made, those little breathy moans and whimpers, were driving me wild.

"How does this feel?" Elias asked, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper as his hands took control again, guiding Wes's movements while his other hand tilted her chin to make her look at him. "Tell us exactly what your body needs, sweetheart. I want to hear every detail."

"Amazing," she breathed, but he wasn't satisfied with that.

"More specific," he ordered gently, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Where does it feel good? What do you want more of?"

"There," she gasped as Wes hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there, don't stop."

"Good girl," Elias praised, his voice rich with approval. "Wes, maintain that exact pressure and rhythm. Don't change a thing." His authority was absolute, and even I found myself responding to the command in his voice.

It should have been strange, it should have raised that alpha instinct inside of me that hated having someone else trying to take control. But it didn’t. There was nothing about Elias taking control and making everything into giving Willa the most pleasure possible that could ever feel wrong.

When we finally had Willa completely bare, arranged between us on the soft throw blankets Elias kept on the back of the couch, she was trembling with arousal and something that looked like disbelief.

Her skin was flushed pink all over, and I could see the slick beginning to glisten between her thighs.

"I can't believe this is happening," she whispered.

"What do you need?" I asked, my hands stroking her sides, feeling the way she arched into my touch. "Tell us what feels good."

"I don't know," she admitted. "No one ever asked what I wanted."

"Then we'll figure it out together," Wes said, his voice gentle but heated as his hands skimmed lower, over the curve of her hip, down her thigh. "We'll try things, and you tell us what you like."

I watched, fascinated, as Wes's fingers traced closer to where she needed us most. When he finally brushed against her slick folds, she cried out, her hips bucking toward his touch.

"So wet," he murmured reverently. "So ready for us."

"Please," she gasped, and the word nearly undid me.

"Please what, sweetheart?" I asked, pressing kisses down her throat. "Tell us what you need."

"Touch me," she begged. "Please, I need—"

Wes didn't make her finish the request. His fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with gentle pressure, and she arched off the couch with a cry that made my alpha instincts sing with satisfaction.

"That's it," I murmured against her throat as she began to climb toward her peak. "Let go for us. Let us make you feel good."

"So good," she gasped, her hands fisting in the soft throw blanket beneath her. "I never knew it could feel like this."

I could feel her getting closer, could smell the spike in her arousal, and I knew Wes could too from the way his movements became more focused, more deliberate.

His fingers worked her clit in tight circles while I sucked and nibbled at her throat, marking her with gentle bites that made her whimper.

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against Wes's hand. "I need… more…"

"What do you need?" Elias asked, his voice rough with want. "Tell us."

"Inside," she panted. "Please, I need you inside."

Wes looked at me over her head, and I nodded. This was about her, about what she needed.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, even as his fingers traced her entrance, feeling how slick and ready she was.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please, Wes. I trust you."

He slid one finger inside her slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was bliss as her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned low in her throat.

"So tight," he murmured reverently. "So perfect. Does that feel good?"

"So good," she gasped, her internal walls fluttering around his finger. "More, please."

He added a second finger, stretching her gently, and I could see the concentration on his face as he worked to prepare her properly. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in her slick were obscene and beautiful, and I could feel my own cock straining against my jeans.

"Look at you," I murmured against her ear, watching her face as Wes finger-fucked her slowly. "So beautiful when you're being touched. So responsive."

"I can't…" she gasped, her head thrashing against the cushions. "It's too much, I'm going to…"

"That's it," Wes encouraged, crooking his fingers inside her to hit that spot that made her cry out. "Come for us, beautiful. Let us see you fall apart."

Her first orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching off the couch as she cried out our names.

I watched in fascination as pleasure washed over her features, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezed shut.

Wes worked her through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor.