Page 35 of Take All of Me

“If we swing Riley to the left wing, it’ll open up their defense,” Brogan offers, chopsticks gesturing in the air as if he’s writing on one of the whiteboards.

“That won’t work,” I chime in, trying to ignore the heat growing in my belly. “I’ve watched the team you’re playing. They clog the left hard.”

Holt raises a brow, his grin crooked. “When’d you get the chance to watch that?”

“That’s not the point,” I say, dodging that question, because yeah, I’ve been sneaking game tapes between classes, studying opponents, because this team is mine too, and I want that win as bad as they do.

Holt leans back, his expression shifting, more coach than mate now. “Short practice tomorrow then game tomorrow night, which means all of you need sleep.” His eyes sweep across us, Dakota already moving as he deposits me off to the side and then starts grabbing pillows and tossing them into a haphazard nest on my floor. I chuckle, watching him fluff one with exaggerated care, and then he drags me down, pulling me into the pile, my takeout nearly spilling. “C’mon, Aya,” he murmurs, letting him tuck me against his chest, pillows soft around us.

I can’t really protest as Roman grabs my container before slotting himself against my side, Holt behind him. Brogan onlyhesitates for a moment before kicking off his shoes and moving to lay between my thighs, his head on my belly. It’s a bit warm and definitely squished but I think I like this. I like it a lot.

I should have known that I’d wake up at some point, nightmares plaguing the edge of mind. It’s been a while since one of those memories came back at me but I guess with Nox chasing me down the fucking hallway, it’s ruined all the good I’ve done. I’m not even sure what really woke me up because it can’t be past two or three am. I glance around, Brogan shifted a little farther away, wrapped around his own pillow. I don’t expect to see Roman wrapped around him, little snores puffing from his lips.

It’s sweet, a quiet promise of something new that I can’t wait to see bloom. I’m about to lay back down and tuck myself into Holt when there’s a low whine from behind me, a thick cock pressing against my hip as Dakota rocks himself against me. It’s like a switch goes off, Holt’s eyes snapping open, the other two stirring as well to respond to Dakota’s call.

Brogan drags me out of the way, settling me in his lap as Dakota pulls Holt down for a fierce kiss, his hands clawing at Holt’s shirt, tearing at fabric like it’s an offense. I watch as they collide—muscles rumbling, primal groans spilling out into my room as both Holt and Roman attend to Dakota’s need. It’s an instinctual, urgent dance, both hurried and sensual at the same time which doesn’t make sense but that’s what I’m looking at.

“Last time this happened, I was freaked the fuck out.”

Brogan grins, pulling me back so I’m sitting against his chest, his warmth enveloping me, his voice husky with need. “What about now?” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, and I lean my head back against his shoulder.

“It’s mesmerizing.” My eyes don’t leave them, Dakota’s hands gripping Holt’s shoulders, Roman’s fingers trailing Dakota’s jaw as clothes continue to be shed until it’s three naked, glorious men writhing against each other, a mixture of bronze and cream skin, tattoos and piercings shifting together.

Brogan’s chuckle vibrates through me. “I bet you’re wet just watching them, hearing Dakota whine for relief, for a knot.” His hand slips down my stomach, sliding under the waistband of my shorts, and I let out a heavy breath, my thighs parting instinctively as his fingers find me. He kisses behind my ear, my attention caught between his touch and the scene unfolding before me.

Dakota climbs onto his knees, ass propped up in the air as he pleads for relief. Holt doesn’t wait, sliding into him with a groan that echoes through the room. An involuntary gasp falls from my lips in response as Brogan slips a finger inside me at the same moment, mirroring Holt’s rhythm. My head tips back, Brogan’s lips grazing my jaw as we watch, lost in them. Then Dakota moves, all but pinning Roman beneath him, swallowing Roman’s cock in one fluid motion, a choked groan escaping from our new Alpha.

The rhythmic precision is glorious, a pulse that drives Brogan’s fingers, fucking me in time with their thrusts, each slide sending sparks up my spine. My hands grip Brogan’s thighs, anchoring me as pleasure builds, my body arching as it chases his touch. Dakota’s whines grow sharper, muffled around Roman, this angle giving me a perfect view of Holt’s knot swelling against Dakota’s ass.

A cry breaks free, my body clenching around Brogan’s fingers as pleasure crashes through me. Holt pushes his knot inside, a deep groan rumbling from him, Dakota’s body slumping with relief, Roman’s hands fisting the sheets. They’re still rocking against each other before Holt rolls them onto their side,Dakota’s lips slipping off of Roman’s cock but still chasing the tip.

“Damn it, Roman, pull back or you’re gonna knot his fucking throat,” Holt growls but there’s a playful edge to it, all of us sharing knowing smiles, scents mingling together that I can actually smell. If this is a preview of Dakota’s heat, I think we’ll be just fine.

I’m not sure how long we stay there, Brogan slipping his fingers from me and sucking them into his mouth, each of the men in this room watching with heat in their eyes. Brogan shifts, turning me gently, and his lips find mine, a kiss that feels like a promise. I melt into it, my hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, savoring the soft press of his mouth, the way he tastes like soy sauce and want.

The moment Holt’s knot slips free, Dakota and Holt’s scent multiplies, my body suddenly lifted in the air. “Kota!”

He rumbles something unintelligible before stating that it’s shower time. I’m pretty sure it’s just an excuse to hold me but I'm not complaining.

“Do they even have towels or anything over there?” Roman drawls, calling after us.

They do, Northvale’s one of the only universities I know of that tend to provide amenities within their bathrooms. However, Dakota and I areverynaked. Thank fuck it’s so early in the morning, no one’s out here which also means the showers will be empty. He doesn’t waste time, turning on the water to an acceptable temperature. He grins down at me as he pulls a scrunchie from his wrist and reaches behind me to grab my curls. Then he piles them on top of my head before pushing me into the shower, the water staying away from my hair.

If I didn’t love this man before, I do now.

Love?

The thought leaves my mind as he slots his lips over mine, his tongue teasing mine. “Aya,” he murmurs, kissing along my jaw, down my neck, careful around my scar, and I shiver, my hands sliding down his back, nails grazing his skin as I pull him closer. Then he grabs one of the university’s branded soaps, slathering an unhealthy amount in his hands before dragging it down my shoulders. An unfettered moan falls from my lips as he cares for me, softly touching my skin with a cloth, caressing every last curve until I’m alight with need all over again.

I’m trembling by the time the shower shuts off, Roman standing just outside with a towel to wrap around me as I curl into his chest. He presses a kiss to my forehead as he tucks the cloth into itself. “I call dibs on you tonight, princess.”

“Greedy,” I tease, but inside I’m kind of craving the attention they all gave me tonight. Dakota runs a finger along my arm as he passes, a towel wrapped around his waist, the three of us heading back to my room. The nest is a mess—pillows scattered, blankets tangled, just a bit too small for five, but it’s perfect, a chaotic cocoon that smells of us.

I climb in, settling against Roman’s chest as his arms wrap around me, Dakota sliding in behind me. Holt’s behind him, and Brogan settles by my thighs like he did earlier, his hand resting on my knee. It’s still a bit suffocating surrounded like this but it’s also starting to feel like mine.

Holt

I wake to the soft glow of Maya’s dorm, my body heavy with the kind of rest I haven’t felt in months, maybe years. It’s quiet except for the Dakota’s soft and steady purr rumbling through the nest, a possessive call as he curls around Maya’s back. They’re all crowded around her, protecting her in a way I didn’t think was possible.

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