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“Look at me.” The low, growly words out of Cole’s mouth are practically a command and one she follows immediately. I can even feel the hair on the back ofmyneck prickle in response to the sound. It takes me by surprise. Out in public he tends to be seen as the Omega of the group. I guess, in reality, he’s an Alpha in disguise. Huh, figures. He’s smaller than Jax and myself and is quieter as well. You wouldn’t know he had a dominant side behind closed doors. To be honest, after seeing this display, we all sort of have dominant sides. I guess Cole is just the viper of the group. Sneaky, sneaky Doc.
“You are beautiful. Every. Single. Inch of you.” His one hand trails down her side, fingertips barely touching her, making goosebumps erupt on her naked skin. His other hand claims her face, his thumb stroking her jaw and cheek. My hands are still on Aly, drifting down her hips and then back up and around her waist. Cole’s looking right into her eyes as he tells her this, but it still doesn’t seem to sink in. If Cole wasn’t blocking the mirror, I’d guarantee she’d still be hiding.
“Tell you what, how about we show you how gorgeous we think you are.” I can’t see her face but the quick, sudden gasp and faster breaths say he’s struck a chord. Cole must see something he likes cause his lips lift in a smirk. He looks to me and we immediately are on the same page. After a few seconds, Aly lets out a tentative, “O-okay...”
Fuck yes.
Chapter 32
Alessandra
These guys are going to fucking kill me. One word was all it took and here I am, compromising positions all over the place and loving every sinful minute of it.
Deep breath...time to rewind...
“O-okay.” My heart is pounding. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, darkening my face to a healthy shade of crimson. I’ve been with each of these men intimately, but this is a first to have them both here... together. And now they’re on a vendetta specifically to prove to me how beautiful I am?
Which lottery did I win because, heh, jackpot!
At my muttered response both of my guys react. Slowly, sensually, teasing me, driving me absolutely crazy because of it.
Cole drops his face down to capture my lips. Not hard and lust filled like our time in the bachelor pad, but soft, caring. I melt into him but get a surprising nip at my lower lip as he bites, drawing it out.
Ok, guess I was wrong. Not so caring and soft after all fang-boy.
“Look at yourself.” He moves out of the way to reveal my naked body pressed up against Hawk in the mirror. I feel my limbs shaking. I can’t control them. Hell, I can barely control the thoughts running through my head right now.
Hawk must see this as he draws one of his hands up offof my hip, bringing it to my breast and massaging it. “We’ve got you sweetheart. Trust us.” His thumb drawing circles over my nipple, lifting it to a hard peak. At my gasp, he brings the other hand up to do the same. Cole stands to the side, watching and waiting for my reactions like a predator.
“Better yet, look at Hawk’s face. Look at what you do to him. What you do to us.” I follow his instructions and glance at Hawk’s face in the mirror. His eyes are glazed over, half hooded, jaw slack with desire. Just looking at him raises my heartbeat one hundred percent. At my eye contact, Hawk loses a bit of control, moving his hips against my back, showing me, quite bluntly, the effect I’m having on him. I take a quick peek over to Cole and notice the same situation happening with him. The soft fabric of his pajamas not doing anything to hide the bulge I’m, apparently, creating.
Cole takes my peak as an invitation. As Hawk continues massaging my breasts, Cole brings his hand to my stomach, still out of the way of the mirror so that I have to look at every one of his ministrations. He waits there, silently, until I return my gaze to Hawk’s before lowering his hand ever so slowly. I’m trembling in anticipation, my imagination conjuring all manner of what might happen between all of us tonight and absolutely none of it is below an R-rating.
“Such a good girl, so fucking beautiful.”
His hand finally descends to my core but strategically manages to miss my clit completely. I know some guys have no idea where it is. But I know Cole does and he purposefully bypasses it, trailing his fingers down my crease, teasing me. He does this a couple more times, never touching where I want him.
Hawk kisses my shoulder and then my neck. Sucking, wet kisses with little nibbling bites, making me whimper and mewl. Cole’s fingers start to ghost over my clit giving me just enough to be on this side of excruciating torture. Over andover again he continues, barely grazing my throbbing nub, my gasps coming out more and more strained. I feel like my legs are about to give out beneath me soon if someone doesn’t touch me where I want them to. My body is a ball of fire and no one is even inside of me.
At this point I'm not above begging. “Please...,” I whimper. The sensations these guys are drawing up are driving me absolutely insane. They won’t even let me touch them back. Every time I reach up or out to grab for them, they either move out of the way or grab my arms to cinch them back down. It’s no fucking fair!
“Please what?” Cole asks. The side of his mouth lifting just a little. He knows what’s up. Dick. But I can’t do anything about it right now apart from follow his commands, hoping that if I do, he’ll give me my reward.
Breathlessly, I reply, “Please touch my clit. Fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.” He takes my words and looks back at the mirror, meeting my eyes in it. Hawk is staring at my eyes as well.
“Mmmm, don’t you just love it when she begs? Aching for release?” Cole asks. His light touches continue, moving closer and closer to where I want him, barely ghosting over and around the area. I swear when they finally touch me, I'm going to explode, they’re winding me up that much.
“She’s so good at it too. If only she were on her knees begging us. Fuck, I might just come from the thought of it.” Hawk grinds out and I yelp as he pinches and pulls at my nipples. I can’t seem to keep my body still. I’m shaking uncontrollably at the suspense. It's starting to hurt, how much I want them to touch me, to fuck me and a little whine creeps out of my mouth. The sound only makes Cole’s lips twitch up into a smirk again.
“Only good girls get rewarded. You know what I want tohear. What we all know to be true but need you to voice the truth out loud, for your sakes as well as ours.” I look to both of their eyes in the mirror. He’s right. I know what they want from me. What I need to admit to myself. It’s easier said than done.
“I can’t... it’s not that easy…” I shake my head, trying to look away, but Cole won’t accept my answer.
“Can’t? or won’t? Do you know what you do to us? Toallof us? I dream about burying myself inside your dripping wet cunt morning, noon and night. I picture us now, and in the future, and every time and space I conjure you, there you are looking absolutely fucking gorgeous.” His eyes burn into mine. The seriousness behind them grounding me in the moment. “I’m gonna remind you of that fact every damn day I have left on this Earth cause that’s what you are. Fucking. Gorgeous. Now say it! And make us believe you when you do."
Willing to overcome, I steady myself, take a deep breath and utter the words that have never left my mouth before.
“I’m beautiful…,” I whisper softly into the air between us, hoping my small response is enough.
