Page 33 of Take All of Me

The door swings open, and I tilt my head up, expecting someone from the hall, but it’s Dakota, a grumpy scowl on those perfect lips. His gaze locks on us and then that frown flips, his eyes raking over my naked body. He kicks the door shut and stalks toward the bed as I throw him a soft, sleepy greeting.“Hey, Kota,” The words dies in my throat as he crawls onto the bed, his hands finding my thighs, parting them with a gentle but firm push.

“Dakota!” I yelp, surprise spiking into heat as he stuffs his face between my legs, tongue lapping at my sensitive core. My fingers fly to his hair, anchoring myself as pleasure jolts through me. He wraps an arm around the back of one thigh, tossing it over his shoulder, opening me wider to him, and I’m lost, my head tipping back against the pillows as a moan escapes.

He devours me like a man starved, tasting me and Holt, our mingled release a claim he’s savoring

“Best dinner ever,” Dakota murmurs against me, his voice a low growl, vibrating through my core, and I try to form a coherent sentence, but it’s gone, drowned in the waves of sensation. Holt seizes the moment, leaning over to kiss me, swallowing my gasps. My body arches, consumed by their lips and hands, Dakota’s purrs jolting through me, little rumbles that spark straight to my soul.

I come again, my thighs trembling around Dakota’s head as he licks me through it, his purrs louder now, a satisfied hum that makes me shudder. “Babe,” I gasp, my voice wrecked, “fuck, I need a minute. Holt already fucked me twice. Kota!” He freezes, pulling back instantly, his eyes wide with worry, like he’s afraid he’s hurt me, and my heart melts, because—god, he’s so careful, even now.

He slides up my body, smothering me with kisses, his lips slotting against mine as I taste myself, a heady mix that pulls a moan from me. He collapses to my other side, his purrs starting again, pleasure still rumbling through me from their attention. Holt’s arm drapes across my waist, Dakota’s hand resting on my hip as I curl into Holt’s chest, drinking in more of that scent I can’t get enough of.

“Should I be expecting two more to show up?” I tease, wiggling my ass against Dakota. He grumbles something unintelligible, fingers digging into my waist, his breath fanning against the back of my ear.

Holt chuckles, tugging me a little closer. “Bed’s not big enough but I’m not opposed to actual food. Right now, though, I just wanna hold you.”

“I want Chinese,” I say, grinning, because it’s simple, normal, and I need that after—fuck, after everything.

“Extra egg rolls,” Dakota mumbles against my shoulder before pressing kisses into my hair. We all share a laugh as he slots himself tighter against my pack, pressing me further into Holt’s chest. A few years ago, I would have been appalled at the idea of being held like this but right now? I think these men are going to be addicting to me too.

Because this? This feels like home.

Brogan

I’m not sure what I expected when getting back to campus but this mountain of chaos wasn’t it. Between speaking with the dean and finding out everything that’s changing with the team as well as Ethan’s part in it, I’m a little pissed off.

No, make thatreallypissed off.

The dean was real firm about reporting anything that happened further, that every player and part of the team should be protected. In my mind, Maya’s safety is more important than anyone else’s so I wholeheartedly agree with everything he said. The problem is, I just don’t know what Ethan’s point was when it came to leading Nox all the way into that goddamn building.

The worst part is that neither Holt nor Maya have sent me a message in the last few hours after the dean said they talked. And it’s starting to eat me alive. I try her number again, thenHolt’s, but nothing, just voicemails. They’re probably together, talking it through but my mind’s spinning darker scenarios, picturing Nox, that bastard, somehow slipping back onto campus, his hands on her again.

Sitting here, letting myself spiral is only making it worse. I need to move, make sure she’s okay, and then find something to focus on so that I don’t go out of my fucking mind. Deciding to try Dakota’s room, I head down the hall, hoping he’s heard something from her.

At first, there’s no answer and then the door swings open but it’s Roman, not Dakota, his citrus scent doing all sorts of funny shit to me that it shouldn’t be doing. My eyes widen, a blush creeping hot up my neck, because—fuck, it’s been like this all day, ever since that kiss last night, his lips on mine. I’ve never thought about a guy like that, never felt my pulse jump at the sight of Roman’s messy hair, his brown eyes, but now? It’s all just right there, front and center.

Apparently, I’m not alone as Roman’s gaze dips to my lips, then back to my face. My nostrils flare as his scent sharpens before I gather myself and clear my throat, forcing myself to focus. “Do you know where Maya is?”

Roman leans against the doorframe, his expression softening. “Yeah. Holt and Maya are together. Dakota went over there sulking, maybe an hour ago? Holt said to come through with Chinese at seven, so, like, thirty minutes.”

I nod, relief loosening my chest, because she’s okay. “Good,” I say, turning to go, but Roman’s voice stops me.

“Hey, I need to apologize for the kiss.”

I freeze, turning back, my heart thudding, because—fuck, we’re doing this now? “Why?”

Roman rubs a hand over his jaw, his eyes dropping to the ground, then meeting mine again. “Because I didn’t ask. I just took. I wanna blame it on all these pheromones, this Alphastuff, but that’d be bullshit.” His honesty hits me, the guilt, the want, the same confusion I’m drowning in spreading through his expression

“Okay,” I say, because what else is there? I’m not sure what I feel, but it’s not anger.

He blinks, surprised. “Okay?”

“Yeah. I forgive you, I guess. Roman, I’m not mad at you. I’m confused. I didn’t hate it.” The words slip out, my face heating again, because admitting that is a step in a very different direction.

Roman’s lips twitch, a spark of desire lighting up in his eyes. “Oh.”

“And that’s why I’m having a problem,” I admit. “Is it the pheromones? Is it whatever’s floating in the air? I have no fucking clue.”

Roman grins, a teasing note to his voice. “Welcome to the ragtag band of mates. I think there’s space for one more.” Silence falls between us but it’s not as awkward as I thought it would be. His gaze darts inside the room and then back to me. “I think I found something. Was searching up Nox Carter. I didn’t find much because he’s just all just business man and he doesn’t have socials. What guy under 30 doesn’t have socials? Don’t answer that.Youdon’t.” There’s a nervous chuckle in there and I suddenly feel like I’ve been transported back to my teens, stepping into my crush’s bedroom for the first time.

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