Page 17 of The Honor of Being Hers (Terms of Devotion #1)

The scent of her heat soaked the walls. Wild honey and night-blooming jasmine clung to the silk curtains, the Egyptian cotton sheets now damp beneath her fevered skin, making the air itself feel dense and intoxicating. Even the carved wooden headboard seemed to pulse with it, warm and saturated.

The whole room throbbed with Lauren’s want, her aching core, and the way her body had surrendered to this natural part of her biology slowly over the past hours. She could feel each drop of perspiration as it beaded and rolled across her skin. Every breath dragged fire through her chest.

She wasn’t out of control, but her body was no longer interested in negotiation. Her skin felt too tight, hypersensitive to every breath of air, every brush of fabric. The cotton sheet beneath her was soaked with sweat and arousal, clinging to her thighs.

She needed it.

And they were here.

Tyler knelt beside the bed, shirtless, his sandy hair disheveled, the soft strands damp at his temples.

Those gentle hazel eyes that usually soothed her were nearly black with hunger, and his hands trembled slightly from his own need where they rested on her thigh.

He had been the one to keep her grounded as her temperature climbed, his voice in her ear, guiding her breath, stroking her hair when the ache grew sharp.

Ryan stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, as his broad chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, dark hair falling across his forehead.

Sharp green eyes held an almost feral intensity, and his jaw was clenched so tightly she could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin.

His cock was straining against his pants.

She hadn’t touched it yet. He hadn’t asked.

William moved last, steady and silent, his military bearing was evident even in his aroused state—spine straight, movements precise.

Silver threaded through his dark hair, and steel-blue eyes cataloged every response.

The subtle scars on his hands stood out pale against his flushed skin as he folded the edge of the sheet down from her hips.

His palm dragged slowly over her thigh, fingers brushing the slick heat between her legs.

“Still wet,” he murmured. “Still hungry.”

“I need more,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I need you.”

Ryan’s jaw flexed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest, so deep she felt it in her bones.

William leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. “You have us.”

“Let us give it to you,” Tyler said, sliding a hand up to cup her breast. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

Ryan was the first to move. He stripped quickly, every motion clean and controlled. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already wet. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, his body long and taut, eyes never leaving hers.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he said, voice dropping to a growl that made her Omega side sing. “You can tell me to stop. I’ll stop. But if you want this, if you want me, I need to feel you take it.” His hands clenched into fists as he tried to restrain his Alpha instincts.

Lauren wrapped her legs around his hips. “Then take it.”

He slid into her in one slow, devastating thrust. The stretch was exquisite, her body yielding and gripping him simultaneously. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the thick head of him pressing deep until she was claimed entirely.

She cried out, clutching at his shoulders as her body stretched around him. Full. So full. Ryan cursed under his breath and held still, letting her adjust. Her walls clenched around him, desperate already, and she didn’t know if she was shaking from the stretch or the relief.

“You feel, fuck,” he groaned, lowering his mouth to hers. “So good, little Omega. So fucking good.”

He fucked her with deep, punishing thrusts, her body slick and open beneath him.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, obscene, primal, punctuated by her breathless cries and his harsh breathing.

She took him greedily, thankful for her Omega nature that made all of this possible without pain, even if it was her first time.

The friction set fire to every nerve inside her.

His hands gripped her thighs, then her waist, holding her in place as he drove into her again and again.

Tyler knelt behind her head and leaned down to kiss her mouth, swallowing her cries with his tongue. His hand threaded through her hair, holding her steady as Ryan took her harder, her orgasm cresting again like a wave.

She came with Ryan still inside her, the force of it pulling him deeper, his knot swelling and locking him inside of her.

Her body clenched and trembled. Ryan gave a broken growl and kept rocking inside of her while telling her how perfect she was.

How hot and wet she felt, how good it felt to feel her clamp down on him.

He bent and kissed her hard, then dragged a shaking breath against her cheek. His come felt warm inside of her, and she whined when, after a few minutes, his knot released and he slipped out of her.

“You’re mine,” he said. “But not just mine.”

Tyler moved next. He cleaned her gently, dragging a cloth across her body, everywhere but between her legs, then kissed down her belly to her thighs. He spread her legs again, whispered something low and filthy against her pussy, and slid two fingers back inside her.

“You’re not done,” he said. “Not even close.”

She moaned, arching her back.

William moved in behind him, naked now, cock thick and straining. “On your knees,” he commanded, his undeniable authority bleeding through the careful control.

Tyler helped roll her, Ryan returning to pull her upright as William knelt behind her.

He didn’t speak. Just pressed in slow and thick, his cock sliding into her with one deep push that made her cry out again. His rhythm was slower than Ryan’s, more deliberate, like he was mapping the shape of her from the inside.

There was no time to think about their differences as Tyler appeared in front of her and kissed her mouth, then her throat, before standing and letting her pull his cock into her hands. She stroked him eagerly, lips parting as he guided himself into her mouth.

Lauren moaned around him, body shaking as William fucked her from behind, her mouth stretched around Tyler’s cock, her whole body pulsing with need and fullness.

When she came again, it tore through her, made Tyler curse and pull free, stroking himself over her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively, tasting salt and musk as he spilled across her tongue, some landing on her cheek, her chin, marking her thoroughly.

William thrust twice more and followed her into release with a low, feral groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her, locking his large knot so deep it felt impossible.

When William’s knot finally released, Tyler was there immediately, his hands gentle but urgent as he positioned her on her back again. Her body was slick and open, marked by her other Alphas, but still hungry for more.

“My turn properly this time,” he murmured, settling between her thighs. His cock was thick and ready, and when he pressed into her, she was so wet and stretched that he slid home in one smooth thrust.

“Tyler,” she gasped, her hands finding his shoulders.

His rhythm was different from the others, steady and deep, with a tenderness that made her chest ache even as her body responded with desperate need. He leaned down to kiss her as he moved inside her, swallowing her moans and whimpers.

“So perfect,” he whispered against her lips. “So beautiful taking all of us.”

When his knot began to swell, she was already climbing toward another peak. The pressure and stretch sent her over the edge with a broken cry, her body clamping down on him as he groaned and spilled inside her, his knot locking them together.

They stayed joined for long minutes, Tyler pressing soft kisses to her face and neck while she trembled through the aftershocks.

When he finally slipped free, they laid her back down again and kissed her skin soothingly.

After they had cleaned her once more, she ended up curled around and between them like a newly formed climbing vine.

She was still trembling when Tyler tucked a blanket around her shoulders.

Ryan brushed damp hair from her face. “You’re claimed now,” he said. “You can still back out, but we need you to know that for us, you are ours. We want it all. Scent markings, bonding, your love… Just everything”

Lauren blinked slowly. She could feel them inside her. Around her. Still hard, still wanting, but holding.

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ve been yours.”