Page 3 of Take All of Me

“No fucking way?” he says, voice pitching up. “Seriously?”

I prop myself up on my elbows, chuckling. “Yeah, seriously.” I can’t help but remember the first time Roman caught a whiff of her scent on me, four years back—vanilla sugar clinging to my shirt after a night with her. He’d pinned me to this very bed and fucked me so hard I saw stars, growling questions about her the whole time.Who is she? What’s she like?I’d admitted I knew her—loved her, even—and he’d been hooked ever since, obsessed with a girl he’s never met.

“I’m wounded that you went to see her without me,” he mocks, like I’ve betrayed him personally. I just groan, sitting up to lean back against the nightstand.

“Ro, she doesn’t even know you,” I tease, dragging a hand through my hair. “Why the fuck would I take you over there?” He pouts and I can’t tell if he’s serious or just messing with me. Probably both. Roman’s always been a little feral about her, ever since I let her name slip one drunken night. Holt’s quieter about it, but he’s no less tangled up in this mess.

We’ve had these talks—lengthy, messy discussions about Maya, about us. Holt made it clear from the start: we’re free to be with whoever we want, no strings, no guilt. But if it’s permanent—if it’s pack—it’s a group decision. Roman’s been half in love with her from my stories alone, painting her into his fantasies like she’s already his. Holt’s never even seen her, just listened to me and Roman ramble about her like lovesick idiots, but I catch the way his jaw tightens sometimes, like he’s jealous of a ghost. I try not to bring her up too often—it hurts too much, a dull ache that’s been there since she left four years ago. She took a piece of me with her, and now she’s back, and it’s like that piece is clicking into place, which frankly is fucking terrifying.

“Well, you smell like a goddamn vanilla factory, Kota,” Roman muses. He flops off the bed in one fluid motion and lands on the floor straddling my thighs. His hands brace on my chest as he leans in sucking at my throat with wet eager pulls. Then he starts grinding down on my hips, heat building in my lower belly in a way that doesn’t completely make sense. Roman’s always been the fun one of us three. Laidback golden retriever energy mixed with a streak of obsession that flares up when he catches a scent he likes. Right now that’s Maya all over me and he’s losing his damn mind.

But it’s the way I respond to him and Holt that has me worried just like everything else. The way my instincts flare up, telling me that they’re proud of me when they give me attention like this. Ignoring all of that, I wrap my arms around him just to stall his hips before I explode in my pants like a goddamn teenager. My attention is stolen by our Alpha as he slips off the bed, stretching his arms upward, his back cracking and echoing in the silence. Muscles ripple under his skin, that thick Alpha cock swinging between his legs, my mouth instantly watering.

He knows exactly what he’s doing showing off like that, Holt flashing me a soft smile. “First off Ro, if you’re asking for moreI didn’t do it right. And Kota, I’m glad she’s back but don’t let it ruin you if she’s not the same girl who left okay?” His voice carries that quiet weight he gets when he’s worried. I nod understanding how hard it is for him to trust anything good. Losing his sister and his career on the ice in the same year carved something out of him. Left him guarded. But I’m hellbent on keeping him happy even after we all graduate. Him and Roman both.

Roman’s still working my throat, nipping and licking as I catch Holt’s nostrils flare. He’s picking up Maya’s lingering vanilla sugar scent no doubt and his cock twitches half-hard. I smirk knowing it’s only a matter of time before she slots right in with us where she belongs.

Holt clears his throat and adds “Make sure you both are on time for practice or

there’ll be extra laps for the two of you.”

Roman pulls back from my neck long enough to chuckle. “I’d love to go a few rounds with Dakota. Hmm, what you think?” He wiggles his eyebrows, hoping I’ll crack but I can do damn well better than that.

I grab his shirt and drag him into a kiss

crashing our mouths together. He tastes like citrus and trouble and I deepen it

until Holt reaches over with a playful tug yanking Roman back. “Both of you

have an exam tomorrow morning. I’ll happily fuck you both later if that’s what

you need. Right now? Showers. Food. Then practice.”

Roman slumps with a dramatic sigh flinging his head back. “God, yesDad.” Laughter ripples through the room bright as I haul myself up to grab a change of clothes and then head toward the cafeteria for sustenance. Roman takes the opportunity toclimb back onto the bed, sprawling out again like Holt isn’t going to drag him into the shower in a few minutes.

Holt follows me, the lingering conversation I don’t want to have, heavy between us. Pausing just outside our attached bathroom, I lean back against the wall, Holt caging me in with his broad frame, his fingers brushing along the side of my face. Roman’s snores erupt into the room, the goddamn bastard so easily falling asleep while I’m trying to figure out what’s changing,whyit’s changing. My Alpha lets out a small sound, something between a grunt and a purr and I sag against the wall, letting my guard drop. Holt’s the only one I get vulnerable with. Feels weird doing it with anyone else like I’d be handing over too much.

Holt leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, lingering there for several seconds before pulling back. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been distracted and you’ve had a stomach bug for what, a few weeks now?”

I shrug, shifting under his gaze. “It’s not a stomach bug. Just irritable? I don’t know.”

He frowns, deepening the lines on his forehead and grumbles, “Kota I need you to take care of yourself, which means going to a fucking doctor. I know you hate them but whatever this is, isn’t going away.”

“Yeah, Monday. Promise,” I mutter.

He kisses me again softer this time like he’s sealing the deal. Then he whispers, “Hey I know you’re ecstatic but I don’t want to see you get hurt again. Picking up the pieces after she left…”

I cut him off feeling my throat tighten. “I don’t know why I need her. She’s been through so fucking much and I just… fuck sorry.” My voice cracks and I look away.

Holt cups my jaw tilting my face back to his, refusing to let me hide. “The heart wants what it wants and I would never in a million years tell you no. Just be careful.”

“And I can tell you’re locked on her scent too.” He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue but I reach down between us cupping his hard cock in the palm of my hand. Even his knot seems to be pulsing, need to lock something,someone.He bucks into my hand, a sharp breath leaving him as his nostrils flare in defiance. “I know that’s not all for us, Alpha.” Holt lets out a low growl rumbling from his chest, a whimper tearing from my throat before I can stop myself.

He pulls back, brows knitting together. “What was that?”

“Fuck I don’t know.”

He steps away fully now, studying me, confusion written all over his face. “Are you scared of me?”

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