Page 137 of Pack Choice

“All of us,” he says, leading me through the grand entrance and into an elevator that may actually be lined with real gold. It seems we aren’t required to check in. We can stroll right upstairs.

The suite is huge, like I suspect a room in an actual palace would be. There’s ornate furniture and several doors leading to various bedrooms and bathrooms. Colt carries Harper through into one of the rooms and tucks her into bed, and then it’s just the four of us again, standing in the middle of the huge room, staring at each other.

For the first time since the beginning of my heat, it feels a little awkward, like everyone wants to speak but no one wants to go first.

In the end, I plunge in. “Will she be okay in there on her own or will you sleep in there with her?”

“Jesus, no. She snores like a little pig,” Colt says collapsing down into a chair.

I giggle. “She’s so tiny. It can’t be that bad.”

“It is,” River confirms.

“So,” I twist a strand of hair around my finger, looking up at the three alphas through my eyelashes. Their scents are doing funny things to my insides – insides that remember how good those alphas made them feel. In fact, their scents have been doing funny things to me for the entire journey over to Europe. I’m wetter than Niagara Falls. “Shall we pick bedrooms?”

“Are we sleeping in separate bedrooms then?” River asks with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t you have the race tomorrow? I assume you need a good night’s sleep,” I tease.

“True,” he says, swaggering towards me. “But you know what would ensure I do sleep well?”

“No,” I say innocently.

“You in the bed with me.”

“Is that so, Alpha?” I say. “Because I wasn’t planning on getting much sleeping done.”

“You won’t, huh? What were you planning to do then?”

“Hmmm, let me show you.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks in that lopsided manner. “Go right ahead, little one.”

I let my jacket fall down my arms and onto the floor so I’m standing in the middle of the room in just my tight black dress. Then I reach up and pull the tie from my hair, letting it tumble down my back, shaking it out with my hands.

The alphas are all watching me, their breaths ragged. I like being the center of their attention. I like commanding it.

Next, I bend over, reaching up under the hem of my dress and sliding my panties down my legs, stepping out of them and tossing them across the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” River mumbles, eyes swinging between the discarded underwear and me.

I look at each of them in turn holding their gaze in mine, and then I stalk towards Colt, hips swaying as I do.

I stop in front of him and his hands come to claim my thighs almost immediately.

“You smell so wet, sweetheart.”

“That’s because I am,” I tell him. “Want to taste?”

“Of course he fucking does,” River calls out.

Eyes full of fire, Colt slides his hand up my inner thigh, finding me swollen and sensitive. He strokes along my seam, before ringing my entrance, making me moan. Then he withdraws his hand, staring at his glistening fingers before licking them clean.

“Better than I remembered,” he mumbles. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, about this.”

“Me neither,” I say, a little breathless, a little needy. It’s been three long days since my heat finished, and all I’ve been able to think about is when they’d fuck me again.

I lean forward, resting my hand on Colt’s shoulder, bringing my knee up, ready to lift myself into the alpha’s lap.