Page 36 of Rescued by Four Alphas (Claimed by the Four Alphas #2)

I jolt awake to the sound of birds outside our window. I can barely remember last night after all the champagne, laughter, and stolen kisses after we put the babies down to sleep. My head throbs with a dull hangover, but I don't regret a single second of our wedding celebration.

The bed feels emptier than usual. I roll over and find only Dahlia beside me, her curls spread across the pillow like a dark halo. The other guys must have slipped out early.

I put a gentle kiss on Dahlia's forehead and slide out of bed. The floor feels cool beneath my feet as I check the baby monitor on the nightstand. The screen shows Emily and two nannies in the nursery with all four babies. Knox waves his tiny arms while one of the nannies changes him.

My bladder won't wait any longer after all the champagne. I pad across the bedroom floor and push open the door.

Married. The word bounces around in my brain as I turn on the shower.

I am a fucking married man. I check my reflection in the mirror.

My lips curve into a smile I can't control.

Happiness bubbles up inside me like the fizz in champagne.

For the first time in my life, I want family dinners, quiet nights, and a house full of laughter.

Things I didn't know I needed until Dahlia and the babies came along.

The shower feels incredible, and I step out and wrap a towel around my waist soon after.

The bathroom door opens, and Dahlia steps in. She wears one of my old band shirts, the fabric stopping just under her ass—the sight of her punches all the air from my lungs.

"Good morning, wife," I say with a grin.

Dahlia smiles back, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Morning, husband."

I drop a quick kiss on her lips, but she pulls me closer and deepens it. Her tongue slides against mine, and her hands slip around my waist. The towel threatens to fall as she presses against me.

I want her. God, I want her. But we made a promise that we wouldn't touch her until she felt ready, physically and emotionally.

I break the kiss and step back, my chest heaving with want and restraint. "Wow, someone woke up with an appetite."

"You smell good," she murmurs, her eyes tracking down my body.

I grab another towel and start to dry my hair. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine. The bed was empty when I woke up, though."

"The others probably went to finalize a few things for work." I move to the sink and grab my toothbrush. "Emily and the nannies have the kids."

Dahlia nods and steps towards her sink. "Do you think our guests are still passed out all over the house?"

I squeeze toothpaste onto my brush. "Most of them stayed in the guest wing. Rivera left before midnight, though."

I pull on a pair of boxer shorts, hyper-aware of Dahlia's eyes on me. Every nerve in my body stands at attention. My skin feels too tight. I want to cross the bathroom, push her against the wall, and kiss her until neither of us can breathe. But I shouldn't…

"So, what's on the agenda today? Should we have breakfast with everyone before they leave?" I ask, desperate to keep the conversation casual.

Dahlia doesn't answer.

I turn and find her staring at me, her eyes filled with tears. "Dahlia? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

She wipes roughly at her eyes. "Am I not attractive anymore?"

The question knocks me back a step. "What? No - fuck no! Why would you even think that?"

"Because none of you will touch me!" Her voice cracks. "Every time I try to get close, you all pull away. I know I was sick, but it's been months, Axl. I'm not an invalid anymore."

"That's not it at all." I step toward her and raise my hands. "We all want you. Fuck, you have no idea how much. But we promised to wait until you were completely healed."

"I am healed!" She gestures at her body with frustration. "Dr. Marianna cleared me nearly three months ago. Three months, Axl! And still, nothing. I am practically standing here half-naked in front of you, and you can't even get aroused by me."

The accusation is so ridiculous I almost laugh. "Not aroused? Jesus, Dahlia, look at me."

My boxer shorts do absolutely nothing to hide my obvious erection—the thin fabric tents in front of me.

"Then why?" She steps closer, her eyes locked on mine. "Why won't you touch me? It was our wedding night, for God's sake, and all four of you just kissed me goodnight and went to sleep."

"We thought you needed more time," I explain. "After everything you went through..."

"What I need," she cuts me off, "is for my mates… either of them to fuck me."

The crude word in her mouth sends heat straight to my groin. Dahlia rarely talks this way. She stalks toward me, and before I can step back, her hand slides down my stomach and cups my cock through my boxers.

"Fuck," I moan as she squeezes gently.

"That's exactly what I want," she whispers. Her lips find my neck, and she presses open-mouthed kisses along my throat.

My control slips away as her fingers stroke along my length. Every touch sends electricity through my body. The sound of her breath against my skin makes my knees weak.

"Dahlia," I gasp. "Wait…"

She ignores me, and when she looks up at me, her eyes wide and pleading, I know I'm lost.

"Please, Axl," she begs. "Fuck me. Please."

I swear under my breath as my control snaps. The towel drops to the floor, and I spin Dahlia around to face the bathroom mirror. Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement.

"Hold the counter," I command.

She grips the marble edge, and I bend her forward until her perfect ass points up at me. The shirt rides up her back, revealing the curve of her spine. I run my hand along it, savoring the softness of her skin.

"God, I've missed touching you," I murmur as I drop to my knees behind her.

My fingers trace the backs of her thighs, and she shivers. When I reach the junction between her legs, heat radiates from her core. I slide one finger through her folds, and I groan at how wet she already is.

"You're soaked," I whisper in awe.

"I told you I'm ready," Dahlia pants, pushing back against my hand.

I stand and reach around her to grab the hem of her shirt. "Put this in your mouth," I tell her as I lift it up. "Hold it there and watch yourself in the mirror."

Her eyes lock with mine in the reflection as she takes the fabric between her teeth. The sight of her, bent over, ass exposed, shirt in her mouth, nearly ends me before we begin.

"Look at yourself," I demand, sliding one finger inside her. "I want you to see what I see when I fuck you."

She moans into the shirt as a second finger joins the first. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight as I curl my thumb to touch her clit.

"Three months of waiting," I say as I pump my fingers in and out. "Three months of wanting you. Three months of holding back."

"Please, faster, Axl." Her hips buck against my hand. I pick up the pace, and I finger-fuck her toward the edge.

"You have no idea how much we love you," I tell her. "How much we want you. How fucking beautiful you are, even more now than before."

Dahlia's eyes squeeze shut as her body tenses. I slap her ass with my free hand.

"Keep your eyes open, baby," I command. "I want you to watch yourself come."

Her eyes snap back to the mirror just as her orgasm hits. Her body convulses around my fingers, her moans muffled by the shirt in her mouth. Her face transforms with pleasure, until her cheeks are flushed red.

"Dahlia?" Leo's voice comes from the doorway. "I'm coming in… are you okay?"

The door opens, and I turn to find him frozen in place, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the scene before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Looks like I arrived at the perfect moment," he says.

I slide my fingers out of Dahlia, and she whimpers at the loss. "Our wife thinks we don't want her anymore," I tell Leo. "Can you believe that?"

Leo steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. "She thinks we don’t want her? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

Dahlia lets the shirt fall from her mouth. "Then prove it," she challenges, her chest heaving with each breath.

Leo crosses to her in three quick strides. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her deeply. When he pulls back, his eyes burn with intensity.

"Get on your knees, dear wife," he says.

Dahlia sinks between us, her eyes bright with excitement. Leo unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, already hard and ready.

"Show me how much you missed this," he says as Dahlia takes him in her hand.

She leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of his cock. Leo's head falls back with a groan as she takes him deeper.

I position myself behind her again, pulling my boxer shorts down and off. The sight of her on her knees, ass in the air as she sucks off Leo, pushes me to the edge of my control.

"Please," she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder. "I need you inside me."

I line myself up with her entrance and push in until I'm buried inside her. The sensation almost blinds me. It's hot, tight, and perfect.

"Oh... fuck … damn. That feels so good." Leo says as Dahlia moans around his cock.

"I love you," I gasp as I pull back and thrust again. "I love you so fucking much."

I grip her hips to pull and push her on my cock. Each thrust pushes her forward onto Leo's cock, creating a perfect pace between us.

"We've always wanted you," Leo tells her, his fingers tangled in her curls. "Every minute of every day."

I slap her ass again, harder this time, and she cries out around Leo's cock. The sound spurs me on, and I increase my pace. The bathroom fills with the sounds of skin against skin, muffled moans, and harsh breathing.

"You're everything to us," I say. "Everything."

"I'm coming… I'm coming.” Dahlia’s body tenses as her orgasm approaches. I reach around to find her clit, circling it with my thumb as I slam into her.

"That's it," I encourage her. "Come for us, beautiful."

She screams around Leo's cock as she comes, her entire body shaking with the force of it as tears stream down her face.

Leo holds her head as her orgasm rocks through her.

"I'm close," he warns.

His hips stutter as he finds his release, spilling down her throat with a groan that seems torn from his very soul. Dahlia swallows every drop, her eyes locked on his face.

I thrust once, twice more, and then I pour into her.

For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, all three of us panting and dazed. Then I slowly pull out and help Dahlia to her feet. She sways slightly, and Leo holds her from the front.

"Bedroom," I suggest.

Without waiting for a response, I scoop Dahlia into my arms. She weighs almost nothing as I carry her from the bathroom to our bed. Leo follows, still adjusting his clothes.

I lay her down gently on the crisp white sheets. Her eyes are half-closed, and her body flushed. She looks thoroughly pleased and yet somehow still hungry for more.

"That was..." she starts, but words seem to fail her.

"Just the beginning," Leo promises as he strips off his shirt.

I step back from the bed, my cock already hardening again at the sight of her. Leo moves between Dahlia's legs and pushes them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

"Yes," Dahlia breathes. "Please, Leo."

He enters her, and she arches off the bed with a cry. I pump my cock as I watch them, entranced by the sight of my wife and packmate joined together.

Leo sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against hers with each thrust. Dahlia whimpers beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"More," she begs. "Please, more. Harder."

Leo obeys, and his pace almost becomes brutal in its intensity. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and Dahlia's cries grow louder.

"So beautiful," I murmur as I stroke myself.

The door bursts open suddenly, and Evan and Onyx rush in, their eyes wild. They stop short at the scene before them.

Evan's nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. "I smelled you from the door," he says, his voice thick with want.

Onyx's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of our wife, spread open and writhing with pleasure. "Your Alphas are here now."