Page 27 of The Honor of Being Hers (Terms of Devotion #1)

The sheets were still warm when she slid between them.

Not from the heat of the day, but from bodies.

Her pack had been waiting, not with expectation, but with stillness, the kind that said they had all night.

The windows were cracked open, the curtains shifting with the soft evening breeze, and the scent of crushed sage and burned wood drifted faintly across the room.

Ryan was on the mattress already, stretched across the middle with one arm behind his head, his eyes tracking her every movement with quiet heat.

His broad chest was bare, the defined muscles she’d traced so many times now relaxed but ready.

Dark hair fell across his forehead, and those sharp green eyes held the familiar intensity that now focused entirely on her pleasure.

Tyler stood near the edge of the bed, shirtless, fingers flexing slightly at his sides like he was holding back from reaching as he watched her with characteristic warmth.

William was sitting in the armchair, and even so, his muscular body commanded attention.

The subtle scars on his hand were visible as he gripped the arms of the chair, sitting with his legs spread, still fully clothed, but only just. His gaze alone was enough to make her skin tighten.

Lauren let her dress slip to the floor.

She wasn’t coy about it. She didn’t pretend this made her nervous.

They knew her now, how arousal pooled low in her belly when they watched her, how she felt bound in place by the gravity of their attention.

She crossed the room with bare feet and steady breath, climbed onto the bed without being asked, and knelt beside Ryan’s ribs.

He didn’t move. Just looked up at her, hungry and aroused.

She leaned down slowly, dragging her fingers across the flat of his chest, and kissed him, open and deep, without hesitation. He groaned into her mouth, his hand finding her waist, then her hip, before sliding down to anchor her as she swung one leg over and settled on top of him.

His cock was hard beneath her already. She wasn’t ready for him, not yet, not all of him, but she ground down gently and watched his throat work as he struggled not to thrust up into her.

“I want all of you tonight,” she murmured, her voice low and steady.

“You have us,” Ryan said. “Tell us how.”

She turned to Tyler next.

“Undress me?”

His mouth parted slightly, then he nodded.

He stepped closer, careful and slow, eyes never leaving hers as he helped her shift off Ryan, rising to her knees.

His hands brushed over her breasts, down her ribs, over her thighs, reverent and firm.

He kissed her shoulder before he reached behind to unclasp the thin bra she’d worn.

When he slid the fabric down her arms, his mouth followed, over the slope of one breast, then the other, tongue flicking gently until she gasped and tangled a hand in his hair.

William was behind her before she realized he’d moved. His hands slid over her waist, holding her steady as Tyler sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth dragging lightly across the edge.

She cried out, leaning back into William’s chest.

“Good?” William murmured against her ear.

“More,” she said.

He turned her in his arms, his hands hot and wide over her bare hips. He kissed her neck once, then again, harder, and guided her down to her knees at the edge of the bed.

Tyler knelt in front of her, cock already flushed and full.

She took him in her mouth without being asked.

He hissed through his teeth, fingers trembling in her hair. She sucked him slowly, deliberately, working her tongue over the head, then deeper, loving the way his control cracked inch by inch.

Behind her, William stroked between her thighs, dragging his fingers through the slick that had already gathered there, spreading it with practiced care. When he slid two fingers inside her, she moaned around Tyler’s cock, the sound vibrating through both of them.

Ryan climbed off the bed and knelt beside her, cupping her jaw as she released Tyler with a gasp. His thumb brushed her bottom lip.

“Let me taste you,” he said.

She nodded, barely managing the word yes before he laid her back on the mattress and spread her thighs.

He ate her like a man starving.

Tongue deep, relentless, curling against her clit until she twisted beneath him. William held her down, one hand on her wrist, the other bracing her thigh open. Tyler stroked himself slowly, standing above her, his gaze locked on her mouth as she cried out.

When she came, it was sharp and hard and sudden, her body clenching, Ryan groaning into her as he held her hips down.

They didn’t stop, in fact they had only gotten started.

Tyler slid behind her as Ryan rose, lifting her into his lap, kissing her neck, her shoulder, his cock hard between her thighs. William moved in front of her now, pulling her gently forward, guiding her onto her hands and knees. She was surrounded. Anchored. Wanted.

“Please,” she said, voice breaking.

William kissed her temple. “You want it?”

“Yes.”

Tyler reached down and guided himself inside her, slow and thick and perfect. She gasped, her head falling forward. William kissed her again, softly this time, and then slipped into her mouth, groaning as her lips wrapped around him.

They moved in sync, Tyler thrusting deep and steady, William fucking her mouth with gentle control. Ryan watched from the foot of the bed, stroking himself, his eyes dark and wild with hunger.

When she came again, it was with all three names on her lips, broken and tangled.

They followed her over the edge one by one, Tyler moaning her name as he spilled inside her, William gritting out a curse as he came on her tongue, Ryan spilling over her stomach with a low, shuddering breath.

After, they cleaned her with quiet hands, pressed kisses to her damp skin, and wrapped her in warmth.

She fell asleep with Ryan’s broad chest warm against her back, Tyler curled around her legs like a protective shield, and William’s scarred hand wrapped securely around hers. The room smelled of sex and satisfaction, of a pack finally complete.

Safe.

Claimed.

And still entirely her own.

In the morning, she would wake to gentle kisses and the repeated promise of forever.

There would be mating marks to discuss, a future to plan, and she just knew Samantha’s story was waiting to unfold.

But tonight, she was exactly where she belonged.

Claimed by choice, loved without condition, and free to be entirely herself.

The woman who had once hidden from her own desires now slept peacefully in the arms of the Alphas who had taught her that submission and strength were not opposites, but partners in the dance of love.

The End