Page 9 of The Honor of Being Hers (Terms of Devotion #1)

Ryan wiped his thumb gently across her swollen lips and soothed, “Shh, love, I know. I’d kiss you for the rest of eternity if I could, but I think the others would like a taste of those sweet lips, too.”

“Damn right,” came a rumbling agreement in her ear, before she could blink, Tyler had turned her head toward him and claimed her mouth in a kiss that made every hair on her body stand up straight.

His kiss was different from Ryan’s, gentler but no less passionate, with an underlying tenderness that spoke of his therapeutic nature. She tried awkwardly to kiss him back while her arms were still looped around Ryan’s neck, as the men around her chuckled at her predicament.

“Give her some room, man,” William said with amusement. “Her arms are all tangled up.”

With his tongue still deep in her mouth, Tyler pulled back just enough to nip at her lower lip. “Let go of the Neanderthal and put your arms around me instead.” Not giving her time to comply, he pushed at his packmate’s chest gently and helped her transfer her embrace to him.

Before leaning back in, he murmured against her lips, “I like it when you play with my hair, and I’ll love it if you pull on it while we kiss.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before swooping back in and kissing her until she no longer knew where she was or when she’d last taken a proper breath.

Electricity sparked throughout her body, more intense than anything she’d ever felt.

Her panties had been damp before, but now they were completely soaked, and she couldn’t help grinding her hips back into William’s lap, seeking friction against the growing ache between her legs.

When she felt him start to pull away again, she knew what was coming and decided she wasn’t having it.

She liked kissing, dammit. So, tightening her arms around his neck, she gave his hair a deliberate yank.

Feeling him moan and kiss her even harder in response, she smiled in triumph, until she was suddenly lifted away from his lap entirely.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she yelped in protest.

“Taking my turn,” William said hungrily, holding her steady until she found her footing before pulling her flush against his broad chest.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” he whispered with a smile against the side of her head before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “You wouldn’t want me to feel left out, would you?”

He continued placing gentle kisses across her face.

Her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her forehead, the tip of her nose.

She tried to angle her lips toward his, but he held her head firmly in place, his control absolute.

The deliberate teasing made even more heat coil in her stomach than she’d thought possible.

She could smell his arousal now, mixing with the others until the air was thick with desire. Her Omega biology was responding to their combined scents with increasing desperation, her body preparing itself for what it hoped was coming.

She attempted to lift her chin in anticipation, but he skipped her mouth entirely and kissed her chin instead, then traveled lower to explore her neck before working his way back up to her ear. This time her whine was loud and followed by a frustrated growl that made all three men smile.

“Ah, so you do want me to kiss you properly,” William teased, his lips mere fractions of an inch away from hers. “I wasn’t entirely sure.”

Then his mouth finally descended, and all coherent thoughts left her head completely. She pulled him closer, all she knew was the heat of his body, his distinctive taste, the broadness of his chest, the feel of his large hands traveling freely over her, stroking and exploring with growing boldness.

His kiss was hungry, possessive in a way that made her Omega nature sing with satisfaction. She could taste his desire, feel the restraint it was taking him to keep the kiss from becoming something more consuming.

It was a long while before they finally released each other, both breathing hard. When they did, Ryan pressed a brief, claiming kiss to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, followed by a gentle nip that made her shiver and whimper.

“Welcome home, love,” he murmured against her skin, his words carrying the weight of promise and belonging.

As she stood there, surrounded by their warmth and desire, breathing hard and wanting more than she’d ever allowed herself to long for, she realized this was just the beginning. They’d opened a door that could never be closed now, awakened something in her that had been sleeping for far too long.

For the first time in her adult life, she wasn’t afraid of what that might mean.

Later that evening, as she lay in her bed replaying every moment of the afternoon, she could still taste them on her lips, still smell their combined scent clinging to her skin.

Her body hummed with unsatisfied desire, but underneath the physical need was something deeper, a sense of rightness that no amount of rational thought could diminish.

She’d found her pack. Whether she was ready to admit it or not, whether it terrified her or thrilled her, the truth was undeniable.

They were hers, and she was theirs, and everything else was just details to be worked out.

The thought should have sent her into a panic. Instead, it lulled her into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she’d had in years.