Amara's POV Before I could even protest, or wipe the cream away, he ducked forward with a lightning-quick movement and, with an utterly brazen flick of his tongue, licked it off, his teeth lightly grazing the tip of my nose. I gasped, startled and delighted, swatting playfully at him, my cheeks burning. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, trying to sound stern, but unable to hide the soft smile that tugged at my lips. He only winked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and stole a bite of my pancake directly from my plate before casually sitting on the counter beside me, one long leg swinging lazily, his hip brushing mine. We ate together—well, I tried to eat, but they certainly didn’t make it easy. It was a constant dance of affection and playful disruption. Every few bites, Jaxon’s large, warm hand would slide along my thigh under the table, his thumb tracing slow, sensual circles against my skin, sending waves of delicious heat through me. His presence was a grounding, erotic h
Amara's POV By the time we finally left the steamy, intimate confines of the bathroom, the sun was high enough to spill bright golden light through the grand kitchen windows, painting the polished countertops and gleaming appliances in a warm, inviting glow. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, the cool marble a pleasant contrast beneath my skin. I was wrapped in one of Caden’s soft, oversized shirts that hung comfortably to my mid-thigh, a faint, lingering scent of pine and his unique musk clinging to the fabric. My wet hair clung in damp tendrils to my neck and shoulders, and the phantom bite marks and tender kisses they’d left on my skin still tingled, a constant reminder of our shared morning. When I walked in, all three of them were already there—or rather, they’d followed me down the wide staircase and immediately claimed their spots around me, as if I were the undisputed center of their very orbit. Caden stood at the gleaming stovetop, flipping pancakes with a casual ease
Amara's POV Caden stepped in last, moving in closer, his body fitting perfectly against my side, until I was completely surrounded – Jaxon in front, Caden at my side, Ryder at my back – their hands and lips finding every available inch of me, their heat and hunger blending with the hot, cleansing water. We were a tangled knot of limbs, of desire, of absolute belonging. Jaxon’s mouth, firm and demanding, captured mine in a slow, consuming kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before plunging deeper, drawing me into a whirlwind of sensation. His lips molded against mine, tasting of the water and him, dark and all-consuming. As his kiss deepened, Ryder’s hands, agile and teasing, trailed down my stomach, his thumbs brushing the insides of my thighs, coaxing my legs apart, inviting a deeper connection. Caden’s hand, gentle yet firm, tilted my chin toward him, claiming my mouth next – his kiss gentler than Jaxon’s, but no less commanding, no less filled with urgent desire. His
Amara's POV The hot water cascaded down my back, a comforting, almost meditative torrent against my skin as I stood under the spray, my hands braced against the tiled wall of the Alpha mansion’s luxurious bathroom. The heat worked its magic, loosening the delicious soreness in my muscles, a lingering ache from the triumph and tension of the night before. But it couldn’t quite touch the deeper ache that lived within me – the profound, exquisite one that came from being loved too fiercely, too thoroughly, too completely by the three Alphas who had somehow unraveled me, piece by beautiful piece, until I was utterly, wonderfully undone. I closed my eyes, letting the steam surround me, blurring the edges of the marble and glass. For just a moment, the world outside the shower stall was quiet, a perfect, serene bubble of solitude. Until I felt it. That familiar, undeniable pull in my chest – the subtle tightening of the bond, a delicious prelude. A shadow behind me, dark and certai
Amara's POV Caden and Jaxon weren’t idle. Caden’s mouth found my breast again, his teeth grazing my nipple before he sucked it deep into his mouth. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core, heightening the intensity of Ryder’s thrusts. Jaxon’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling and teasing as Ryder moved inside me. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, and I could feel another orgasm building, faster and harder this time. Ryder’s pace increased, his hips slamming against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Amara,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m close.” “Me too,” I gasped, my body tensing as the pleasure crested. With a final, hard thrust, Ryder came, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his release. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing around him as I came undone once more. We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ryde
Amara's POV By the time we finally escaped to their suite, the mansion had grown quiet, the sounds of celebration fading into silence. The door closed behind us with a soft click, sealing us off from the world. For a moment, no one moved. I stood just inside the room, still wearing my ceremonial Luna cloak, the moonlight filtering through the window, bathing the four of us in a silver glow. The air was thick with anticipation and the weight of the day’s events. Jaxon was the first to speak. His voice was low and rough, but soft in its honesty. “You don’t know what you do to us when you stand there like that,” he murmured, his dark eyes drinking me in. The intensity in his gaze made my heart race. Caden stepped forward, his fingers gentle as they unfastened the clasp of the cloak at my throat. “You don’t have to carry anything else tonight,” he whispered, letting the heavy fabric slide from my shoulders to the floor. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered, not from the chill, bu