A Game Of Temptation

Elena   

I was trapped between two Alphas in the pool, their bodies pressed tight against mine, hands on me, their scents—dark cedar, sandalwood, and something uniquely male and powerful—filling the air until it was thick enough to taste. 

I could feel it—as if I could dart my tongue out and I’d taste it in the air.

Then I felt it. The hardness of their bodies pressing into me from both front and back.

Simultaneously.

“Let me go,” I whispered, trying to make my voice sound strong, but it came out weak. Because, fuck, no matter how brave I was—they were lethal, and now I was here, suspended in water, in the middle of the Alphas I had tormented enough that they had every reason to kill me right here and they could get away with it.

They have killed thousands.

I knew it.

Everyone knew it.

And right now—this situation for me? It wasn’t right.

“Why don’t you try going by yourself?” Jax murmured, his lips brushing near mine so I could feel their shape without a touch. 

Fuck.

That felt good. Left my mind spiraling— how would his lips taste right now?  

“But do you think you can make it to the end by yourself?” Ashton asked, teeth grazing my earlobe, and I felt the tiny shiver it sent down my spine.

The game had shifted.

This wasn’t about seduction anymore.

It was survival.

“You were all about not touching me,” I stammered, forcing my voice low and sharp. “And now you suddenly feel it’s fine to trap me like this in the middle of the pool?”

Jax chuckled, low and dangerous. “Oh, Little wolf,” one of his hands slid down, grazing my waist over the wet nightdress, then lower, to my shorts where he played with the band of it, his touch against my skin was tempting, evoking desires it shouldn't have,  “Sometimes you need to cross certain boundaries to discipline pretty little things,” he murmured, lips impossibly close, “And apparently—”

“We are really good at that,” Ashton finished for him, voice deep and controlled, as his hands slid down from my shoulders slowly, deliberately, before moving further to my hands—and finally grabbing my hips under the water.

“At crossing boundaries? I doubt it,” I shot back, fighting to keep my defiance alive, and felt Ashton’s lip curve into a smirk.

Jax chuckled again, the sound rough and throaty. “Oh no…” And then without any warning, his hand slipped into my shorts cupping my pussy over my panty, “At disciplining pretty things like you.”

A gasp slipped past my lips.

Shockwaves traveled up and down my body. Foreign sensations exploded.

And I looked at him, wide-eyed.

He did not—

Fuck. I could still his hand against my pussy.

This was real.

“Well, that did cross a boundary, Jax,” Ashton murmured before his lips landed against my neck, kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder. My wide-neck top made it easy for him to find.

“But I guess we can allow ourselves this much,” he added, his hands slipping down to my ass and squeezing it.

I held my breath, trying to stop the moan that threatened to escape all at once.

“Let me go,” I muttered. “I know you guys can’t do more than threaten me with these stupid little moves.” My voice tightened, and the urge to clench my thighs together was almost irresistible — but Jax’s hand was right between them. “So unless you plan to fuck me here in the pool, I suggest you let me go.”

“What if we did fuck you right now, Princess?” Ashton’s teeth grazed my earlobe from behind. “Would that solve all your problems?”

My body betrayed me before my mind could. My hips pressed against Jax’s hand at the thought itself, and my thighs clenched instinctively. If we weren’t in the water, they would have felt how wet I was — for them. In more ways than one.

“You like that, little wolf?” Jax murmured, noticing my reaction. “Like our hands on you?” His fingers slid over my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, and a moan nearly slipped out.

Almost.

“No,” I lied, the word barely a puff of air. “Not nearly as impressive as I thought.”

My mind was fogged. I wanted to fight back — at least in some way. Even trapped here, knowing I couldn’t really resist.

If I fought them… I’d drown.

And even if I didn’t? I’d still fucking drown. Drown in them and this game of theirs.

“Liar,” Ashton growled low behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, pulling me tighter against him. His warm body pressed against mine, and desire coiled low in my stomach, tight and consuming.

Jax’s other hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head to the side and exposing the line of my throat to him. “You’ve been begging for this ever since we stopped your little escape plan,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my throat, stripping me bare as a shuddering breath escaped me.

“And now you’re saying you don’t like it?” His teeth grazed my skin lightly.

Oh god…

Save me.

I opened my mouth, and an unbroken gasp tore out. To cover it, I let out, “Like I said… not as impressive as I thought it’d be.”

“Let me see that,” Ashton murmured low. One of his hands slid up, and before I realized, it landed on my boob — and bad news: I wasn’t wearing a bra. His fingers pinched my nipple, and a moan left me before I could stop it.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, Jax’s hand slipped inside my panties, finally landing on my bare folds.