Page 42 of Rescued By Four Alphas
But it's not Onyx I see first—it's the scent that hits me like a fucking freight train.
Dahlia's heat fills the room, thick and intoxicating. Sweet and desperate, with that underlying musk that makes my wolf howl with need. My nostrils flare as I breathe it in, and my hands clench into fists at my sides.
"Fuck," I growl, my voice already rough with desire.
Onyx pulls out of her slowly, his cock slick with their combined juices. Dahlia whimpers at the loss, her hips lifting as if seeking more contact. When Onyx turns to look at me, his eyes are still dark with satisfaction, but I can see he understands.
"She's all yours," he says, pressing a gentle kiss on Dahlia's shoulder before climbing off the bed.
The moment Onyx moves away, Dahlia's gaze finds mine. Her hazel eyes are wild, and her pupils are blown wide with lust and need. Her lips are swollen from Onyx's kisses, and her curls stick to her damp skin.
"Axl," she breathes, and the sound of my name on her lips makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans. "Please. I need you."
I can't resist that plea. Hell, I wouldn't want to resist it even if I could.
I cross the room in three quick strides, already working at the buttons of my shirt. The scent grows stronger as I approach the bed, and by the time I reach the edge, I'm practically drunk on it.
"Look at you," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and the way her breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. "So fucking beautiful when you're like this."
She reaches for me with trembling hands, her fingers grasping at my shirt. "Kiss me," she pleads. "Please, I need to taste you."
I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss is immediately desperate and hungry. Her tongue slides against mine, and she moans into my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair to pull me closer.
When we break apart, we're both breathing hard. Her eyes are glassy with need, and I can feel the fever burning just beneath her skin.
"Don't stop," she whispers against my lips. "I need more."
I'm about to climb onto the bed when I notice Onyx heading for the door.
Dahlia notices too, breaking our kiss abruptly and turning toward him. "Wait," she calls out, "Don't go."
Onyx pauses at the door, looking uncertain. "Dahlia…"
"I need all of you," she interrupts, her voice breaking slightly. "Please don't leave me. Not when I'm like this."
The desperation in her voice makes my chest ache. I look between her and Onyx. This isn't just a physical need, it's emotional too. The bond between us all, especially during her heat, makes separation painful for her.
"Stay," I tell Onyx, my voice firm. "She's right. She still needs you, too."
Onyx nods, moving back into the room but keeping some distance. The tension in Dahlia's body eases slightly, though her need remains just as intense.
I stand at the edge of the bed, and Dahlia's eyes immediately fix on the apparent bulge in my jeans. She licks her lips, and the sight makes my cock jerk against the confining denim.
"Let me," she says softly, rising to her knees on the mattress.
She crawls toward me with feline grace, and when she reaches the edge of the bed, she sits back on her heels and looks up at me with those wild eyes.
"I want to taste you," she murmurs, her hands moving to my belt. "Please let me suck your cock."
"Fuck yes," I breathe, my hands moving to help her with my belt buckle.
She bats my hands away with a small smile. "I'll do it," she insists.
I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly works my belt free, then unbuttons my jeans. The zipper slides down with agonizing slowness, and when she finally pushes my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my cock springs free.
"God, you're so big," she whispers, wrapping her small hand around my length.
The contact makes me groan, my hips automatically thrusting forward into her grip. She strokes me slowly, her thumb sweeping over the head to catch the bead of pre-cum gathered there.
