Page 70 of Talk About… Trouble

“I am pretty amazing,” I joked, batting my eyelashes for emphasis.

He chuckled and popped a strawberry into my mouth. When some juice ran down my chin, he leaned over, licking it quickly and filling my body with heat.

Ever since my heat spike, we’d all been adjusting to this life. I was starting to think they didn’t want to touch me again. It was nice to see Shepherd getting more bold.

I expected him to pull away like he did every other time, but instead, he set his things aside, brushed his hands on a towel, and then moved over, feeding me another piece of fruit, his eyes tracking every movement.

Then his lips were on mine. A moan escaped as I melted into it, my legs spreading as he stepped between them, one hand resting on my hip while the other went to my hair, tilting my head slightly so he could deepen the kiss.

He kissed me as much as he tasted the leftover remnants of the sweet strawberries. His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss turning almost bruising, both of us desperate for more.

When he pulled away, I let out a small laugh. “And here I thought that you guys didn’t want to touch me again after my heat.”

Then Nash was there, too, both of them looking shocked.

“Sweetheart, that was not what we wanted. It’s just been busy as everybody acclimated,” he defended, looking regretful. “Don’t doubt how much we want you. I’m pretty sure it’s obvious.”

My eyes fell to both of their tented pants. I didn’t want to overthink it, reaching out and stroking both at the same time.

Having two alphas in hand, eyes rolling back, rumbling groans echoing out, was hot as fuck.

“You know, I think we should delay breakfast a little bit,” Nash said. “Don’t worry, the stove is turned off.”

“I like the way you think,” Shepherd teased, clearing off the island and laying me back.

I shivered as my heated skin hit the cold granite. Nash was already pulling my panties off of me and tucking them in his pocket, pulling me closer and hooking my legs over his shoulders so my pussy was in front of his face.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled before his mouth was on me. His tongue delved through my slick folds, savoring my taste and groaning in appreciation.

Shepherd pulled off my shirt, eyes sweeping over me from head to where Nash was eating me out like I was his favorite meal.

“You’re gorgeous, little dove,” he rumbled before kissing me again. He didn’t linger on my lips this time, moving lower and nipping at my collar bone. I arched off the counter, begging for more as soft whimpers fell from my lips.

Nash was no longer gentle, but starving, devouring me with swipes of his tongues and the tease of his teeth. I gasped as he pushed two fingers into my slick core, my breasts pushing in the air to meet Shepherd’s greedy mouth.

My hands were gripping anything I could reach, skimming over muscles and sharp jawlines as they worked me up.

“I’m going to come,” I warned, but that only made them work harder, movements increasing and praises falling from their lips.

“You’re so responsive, little dove. Come for us, let us watch you fall apart for your alphas.”

“Come on my tongue, omega,” Nash urged, adding a third finger and curling them slightly, teasing right over where his knot would go.

I shattered, a soft cry muffled now by Shepherd’s mouth on mine as my body shuddered, core clenching around Nash as pleasure crashed through me.

My chest was heaving as they pulled away, watching me glassy-eyed and spent, laid out for them.

“Now that’s a way to start our day,” Shepherd said. “We shouldn’t have held back, little dove. I’m sorry we made you doubt us.”

I smiled, the feeling hazy still as I came back from my orgasm high.

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t sure why you were holding back,” I said. It was better to be honest than to let those feelings multiply.

“Well, I’ll be sure to split you on my cock as soon as I get the chance,” Nash said, giving me a wink before pulling my shirt back over my head and going back to the stove.

My eyebrows rose as I watched these men wreck me in the best way then go about their day like nothing happened.

Movement at the top of the stairs announced the last of our pack’s arrival. Devon gave me a devious grin.

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