Bought By My Alpha Mates

5: DON'T YOU DARE

TENNA.

It wasn't gentle.

Wasn't sweet.

It was claiming and possessive and desperate, his mouth slanting over mine like he'd been starving for it. His tongue swept past my lips, tasting me, and I moaned into his mouth.

The bond exploded between us, pleasure racing down my spine, and I clutched at his shirt, needing more.

He pulled back, his eyes blazing blue. "We should stop."

"Don't you dare," I breathed.

Rowan laughed roughly. "So much for taking it slow."

"f**k slow," I said, and kissed him next.

Rowan's kiss was different—hungrier, more playful. He bit my bottom lip, soothed it with his tongue, and I whimpered.

And then Torhana was spinning me around, his mouth crashing down on mine, and I was lost.

His kiss was pure possession. Pure dominance. His hand fisted in my hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted it, and I surrendered completely.

When he finally released me, I was panting, my lips swollen, my body on fire.

"Bedroom," I gasped. "Now."

They didn't need to be told twice.

The hotel bed was small, but we made it work.

Elliot laid me down in the center, his eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every detail. Rowan knelt beside me, his hand sliding under my sweater, and Torhana stretched out on my other side, his fingers tracing patterns on my thigh.

"Tell us what you want," Elliot commanded softly.

"Everything," I whispered. "I want everything."

"Then that's what you'll get."

Rowan pulled my sweater over my head, and I heard all three of them groan when they saw the black lace bralette underneath.

"f**k, you're perfect," Rowan muttered, his hands cupping my breasts through the lace.

Torhana was unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my legs, and when he saw the matching boy shorts, his eyes went pure silver.

"These are staying on," he growled, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. "For now."

Elliot captured my mouth again, swallowing my moans as Rowan pinched my n*****s through the lace and Torhana's mouth moved higher, his breath hot against my core.

I'd never felt anything like this. Three sets of hands, three mouths, all focused entirely on my pleasure.

"Please," I whimpered against Elliot's lips. "I need—"

"We know what you need," Torhana murmured, and then his tongue was pressing against my c**t through the lace of my panties.

I cried out, my hips bucking, and Rowan chose that moment to pull down my bralette and close his mouth around my n****e.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. I was shaking, desperate, climbing toward something that felt bigger than anything I'd experienced before.

"That's it," Elliot praised, his hand wrapping around my throat—not squeezing, just holding. "Let go for us, sweetheart. Show us how beautiful you are when you come."

Torhana pushed my panties aside, and his tongue finally made direct contact with my c**t, and I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and I screamed. The bond amplified everything, feeding our pleasure back and forth until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began.

I was still trembling when Torhana moved up my body, his lips glistening with my arousal.

"Best f*****g thing I've ever tasted," he said roughly, and kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue.

"My turn," Rowan said, and suddenly positions were shifting.

Before I could catch my breath, Rowan was between my thighs, his tongue replacing Torhana's, licking and sucking like I was his last meal.

Elliot's mouth was on my breast now, his teeth grazing my n****e, and Torhana was kissing my neck, my jaw, whispering filthy promises in my ear.

"Going to make you come so many times you forget your own name."

"Going to fill every hole, mark every inch."

"Going to ruin you for anyone else."

"Already ruined," I gasped. "Already yours."

Rowan added two fingers, curling them perfectly, and I came again, my back arching off the bed.

"f**k, she's so responsive," Rowan groaned. "I could do this all day."

"We will," Elliot promised darkly. "Once we get her home, we're not letting her out of bed for a week."

A week. God help me.

But even as my body trembled with overstimulation, I wanted more. Needed more.

The bond was screaming for completion. For them inside me. For the final claiming.

"Please," I begged, reaching for Elliot's belt. "I need—"

He caught my hands, pinning them above my head. "Not yet."

"Why not?" I was on the verge of tears from frustration.

"Because once we start, we won't be able to stop," he said roughly. "And I want our first time to be in our bed. In our home. Where we can take our time and do this right."

"But—"

"Trust us," Rowan said, moving up to kiss me sweetly. "We're going to take care of you. Right now, we're just helping with the edge."

Torhana's hand slid between my legs, and I gasped.

"Just one more," he murmured. "Give us one more, little mate, and then we'll take you home."

His fingers worked me expertly, and I was so sensitive, so overwhelmed, that it took less than a minute before I was coming again, sobbing their names.

When I finally came down, boneless and satisfied, they held me between them, their hands gentle now, soothing.

"Good girl," Elliot murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "So f*****g perfect for us."

"I hate you," I mumbled, but there was no heat in it.

"No you don't," Rowan said with a laugh. "You love us. You just won't admit it yet."

He wasn't wrong.

I was already falling. Had been falling since I was twelve years old.

And now that they'd finally caught me, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to let go.

––•––

An hour later, we were on a private jet heading home.

I was curled up between Elliot and Rowan on the leather couch, wearing one of Torhana's hoodies because my sweater was... somewhere. Probably destroyed.

Torhana sat across from us, watching me with those intense silver eyes, a small smile playing at his lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Just thinking about how good you looked coming apart for us."

Heat flooded my cheeks. "Stop."

"Never." But his smile gentled. "How are you feeling?"

Honestly? Terrified. Overwhelmed. Deliriously happy.

"Good," I said instead. "Tired."

"Sleep," Elliot ordered softly, his hand running through my hair. "We'll wake you when we're home.”

I closed my eyes, letting their scents and the steady rhythm of their heartbeats lull me.