Page 5 of Take All of Me

I throw back the shot and then turn fully around, about to tell him off but that puts me in an entirely different position, his eyes turning almost black with desire. My tits brush across his hard chest, my breath hitching as something else hardens against my belly. Every thought I had to tell him that I’m just here for tequila and food flies out the window. “Just one night?” I whisper, placing a gentle hand on his chest.

“That’s all I’m asking.”

“I’m going to need at least three more if I’m letting loose,” I grumble, knowing that I’m going to hate myself tomorrow for whatever hangover results from this evening.

Dakota shoots me another grin, waving down the guy from before. He slides a full bottle of a tequila brand I’d never be able to afford before Dakota grabs it and pours another shot with a practiced flick. “Here you go, princess.”

“This is going to be a night of bad decisions isn’t it?”

He laughs, tossing his own back and shrugs. “All in how you look at it. Coach gave us the night off and you’re kind of the only one I wanted to spend it with. Didn’t think you’d show up but miracles do happen apparently.”

“You’re not going to charm yourself into my pants, pretty boy.”

He leans closer, breath warm against my ear, and whispers, “So you say. The night is young.”

For some reason, it’s so fucking easy to lose myself in his eyes, in his touch, and his easy words. Even more so than it was four years ago. What I don’t understand is the way my body is heating up and something is telling me that I need him. Some part of my brain or my Beta instincts telling me that the man standing in front of me is mine. This never happened with Nox. He said pretty words. I believed them. I shouldn’t have.

But just standing here, the only thing I want more than Dakota’s hands on me is his cock inside of me. Andthatdoesn’t make a lick of sense.

“More tequila,” I blurt out, very aware of how red my face is. He obliges as I throw back another shot and then drag him toward the dancefloor, not wanting to deal with my feelings. I can feel that he wants to ask a question but I’d rather drown out everything with his hands on my hips and pretend that I’m not craving his touch.

It’s like a practiced move between us, like I never left, Dakota pulling me back against his chest, sensually moving behind me until we’re all but fucking on the dance floor with clothes on. His lips trail along my jaw and tease my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine. My body’s on fire, skin prickling, and I need a reprieve but I can’t pull away. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching, a moan sitting on the edge of my tongue, desperate for more.

“I forgot how much trouble you are in public, Aya. I’m going to have to fuck my hand when I get back to my dorm.” His voice is several octaves deeper, husky in my ear as he nibbles the lobe.

“Tell the others to fuck you,” I murmur, dragging one of his arms around my waist before tangling my fingers with his. He tenses against me but I’m not sure why he thought I didn’t know. We had never been exclusive and I did leave him. “Kota, seriously? I can’t really smell them but there was definitely traces and you smell more like them now. Not completely.” Beneath the lavender, there’s traces of something else. I can’t pinpoint it but it gives off the presence of at least an Alpha in his life. I’m more than happy he found someone, though.

Dakota hums against my ear, his lips traveling farther down to suck on my throat. “They might enjoy that. Fucking me, licking your scent off my skin. Might even have to drag you between us at some point.”

I ignore those words because this is one night of fun. One night that I leave the world outside and give into desires I’ll never be able to pursue. I’m here for a degree, to enjoy college one lasttime, and then start my career. Love and a pack doesn’t factor into that, no matter how much I want it to.

Someone clears their throat and I blink my eyes open, hazy from the pheromones dripping from Dakota.Brogan.I remember him, another Beta who used to catch my eye back in the day. A few wild nights flicker in my memory, Dakota on one side, Brogan on the other, his fresh rain scent calming me when we all fucked around.

It pulled me out of my head, that cool steady smell balancing Dakota’s eagerness. I’m not sure what I expected coming back to Northvale this year, but it wasn’t this—falling into their arms again, like no time’s passed. And yet I can’t resist. Not tonight.

I reach for him, not even sure what I’m doing, Brogan stepping forward as his chest presses against mine. My head lolls to the side as Dakota nibbles playfully at my neck, both of them moving together, sandwiching me between them. I lose myself again, caught in the rhythm of their bodies against mine. The music pounds louder, bass vibrating through us as Brogan dives in for a kiss. His lips crash into mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth as they begin to move away from the chaos.

It isn’t until the noise dies down that I realize we’re no longer in the main room, hidden off to the side in a small crevice parked in the hallway. It’s darker here, quieter, and the heat ramps up fast—hands roaming, breaths mingling. And for some forsaken reason, I need this.

Dakota’s lips dip lower on my neck brushing the edge of my turtleneck and I tense, trapped between them. Brogan pulls back from the kiss, his brows knitting in confusion before they relax, his eyes searching my face. “Is the neck off limits, love?”

I nod, unsure if I want to keep going. The scar’s under there and I don’t want to ruin the moment with questions and the pity that will no doubt be on their faces. I lean back against Dakota, his hands settling on my waist as he just holds me.

Brogan takes his time, gently caressing my cheeks and then my neck before leaning in for another softer kiss. “You’re in charge here. Do you wanna go back?” His scent is faint, just a brief whiff of that calming aroma I used to love. It takes me a few moments but I shake my head, telling him I want to continue. I want to feel. I want to be loved even if it’s so fucking selfish to take this from them.

They dive back in without hesitation. Dakota’s lips find my jaw again, teasing the sensitive spot just below my ear, and Brogan claims my mouth, slower this time, tongue brushing mine. Brogan presses me harder against Dakota, their cocks wedged against my belly and small of my back, sending a jolt straight to my core.

My head spins, tequila buzzing in my veins, and a memory from four years ago flickers sharp and bright—me splayed out between them, their hands and mouths everywhere, taking me apart with no qualms, no whims. Back then I’d been fearless, drunk on them and the night, and right now I’m tipsy enough to feel that confidence roar back. Brogan’s lips leave mine, trailing wet and slow down my chin as he sinks lower, hands dragging along my sides.

He drops to his knees in front of me, rough fingers hooking under my thigh. My breath hitches as he lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder. The stretch pulls a tremble from me, my pussy clenching with need. Dakota’s arms tighten around me from behind, holding me flush against his chest, one hand sliding up to cup my tit. His thumb brushes over my nipple through my bra, slow circles that harden it to a peak, and I arch into him gasping.

“You still good, princess?” he whispers, voice husky against my ear. His scent blooms again, flooding my senses, drowning me in a haze that doesn’t make sense for a Beta.

I hum, a needy little sound, because words won’t come. I’ve never felt like this—never wanted something this bad, never needed their attention like I’ll die without it. My head lolls back against Dakota’s shoulder as Brogan’s breath fans hot across my panties. I sag between them, Brogan chuckling before he drags me a little closer, pressing his mouth to me. He sucks on my mound through the fabric, a bolt of pleasure shooting up my spine. My fingers dig into his shoulder, nails biting through his shirt, while my other hand clasps over Dakota’s, pressing it harder against my tit.

A breathy moan spills out, Dakota twisting me just enough to catch my lips. His kiss is deep, tongue sweeping in to claim me, swallowing the sounds I can’t hold back. Brogan’s fingers tug my panties aside, cool air hitting my slick folds for a split second before his tongue licks up inside me. I shudder hard, hips bucking into his mouth as he laps at me, the Beta sliding a finger in beside his tongue, curling it just right. I’m falling apart, unraveling between them, and when he adds a second finger to that slow, deep rhythm of his, I ride the edge of an orgasm that crashes over me faster than I thought was possible.

My thighs tremble, a keening whine tearing from my throat as Brogan keeps going, tongue flicking against my clit while his fingers fuck me through the waves. Dakota still has me in that rough kiss, his fingers squeezing my tit and flicking my nipple in alternate movements, pleasure flowing through me until I can’t help but scream into his mouth.

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