Page 94 of My Three Hometown Alphas

Will’s strong hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. He settles between them until his breath ghosts across my clit, which is begging for attention.

Then, they’re everywhere. My neck. My lips. My nipples. My pussy.

I lose track of who’s who. I’m lost at sea, swimming in the endless pleasure they’re bringing me. I come so many times from their hands and mouths alone, I lose track.

I’m a boneless mess on the bed, quivering with aftershocks of pleasure from orgasm number… whatever.

“Mmm… I love seeing you like this,” Will murmurs in my ear. “Can you take any more?” His voice is raspy and unbelievably sexy.

“No… uhh… I don’t know,” I get out between labored breaths.

“We’ll be gentle,” Owen says from my other side. He delicately runs his finger over my pussy.

I’m so sensitive, the feather-light touch makes me buck off the bed and whimper. I don’t know if it’s to get away from him or to beg for more.

“Do you want us inside of you?” Miles asks. My eyes aren’t even fully open, so I don’t know exactly where he is.

Despite how exhausted I am from coming so many times in a row, the answer to that question is a resounding yes.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”

I feel them shifting around on the bed, and then Owen is hovering over me. His hands slide into my hair as his forearms rest on either side of my head and his lips descend on mine.

The kiss is sweet and passionate. It’s entirely us.

His hard length slides through my wetness. Each time he grazes over my clit, shivers race through me.

He angles his hips just right, and then without even breaking our kiss he’s sliding inside me. My hands grip at his back as we start to move against each other.

Nothing is rushed or frantic in our movements. It’s slow and sensual in a way two lovers would be when they’ve spent years together, and know they have countless more ahead of them. Two things we don’t have.

The build-up of my orgasm is a slow climb to the top of a mountain. It’s fueled on by the way he’s kissing me just as much as the way his cock is building pleasure from deep within me.

My fingernails bite into his skin as the tingles start to build at the base of my spine and explode outward. I moan into the kiss. My hips writhe against him.

Seconds later, his grip on my hair tightens. “Fuck,” he groans between breathless kisses.

I wrap my arms around him as tightly as I can manage, feeling him come inside me. I’ve never felt this close to another person in my life, and I never want to let him go. I want to stay here in this bubble forever.

The strong muscles in his back clench and tremble beneath my hands as wave after wave of pleasure moves through him. “Angel,” he groans, burying his head in my neck.

I have to swallow through the dryness in my mouth so I can talk. “I know,” I say, the two words threatening to make tears spring to my eyes for some reason.

We lie wrapped around each other for countless minutes while our breathing returns to normal, or as normal as mine could possibly be in this situation.

When he finally starts to pull away, he peppers kisses all over me. It’s like he’s cataloguing the look and feel of every part of me, so he can savor the memories when I’m gone.

I guess that probably is exactly what he’s doing because without even consciously deciding to do so, it’s what I’ve been doing with him and his brothers all day.

When the weight of his body disappears, my eyes close. Another set of arms wrap around me, rolling me to my side.

Without even opening my eyes, I know it’s Miles. He scoots closer until our bodies are pressed together. One of his long legs moves over mine.

“What are you doing?” I half-laugh against his chest.

“Holding you together,” he says. His tone seems light and airy, but I can tell he means it. He wants to shield me from whatever feelings are crashing through me.

“Just make me forget for a few minutes,” I say. I know it isn’t really possible, but maybe we can escape into each other for a sliver of time.