Page 98 of Rescued By Four Alphas
I want her. God, I want her. But we made a promise that we wouldn't touch her until she felt ready, physically and emotionally.
I break the kiss and step back, my chest heaving with want and restraint. "Wow, someone woke up with an appetite."
"You smell good," she murmurs, her eyes tracking down my body.
I grab another towel and start to dry my hair. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine. The bed was empty when I woke up, though."
"The others probably went to finalize a few things for work." I move to the sink and grab my toothbrush. "Emily and the nannies have the kids."
Dahlia nods and steps towards her sink. "Do you think our guests are still passed out all over the house?"
I squeeze toothpaste onto my brush. "Most of them stayed in the guest wing. Rivera left before midnight, though."
I pull on a pair of boxer shorts, hyper-aware of Dahlia's eyes on me. Every nerve in my body stands at attention. My skin feels too tight. I want to cross the bathroom, push her against the wall, and kiss her until neither of us can breathe. But I shouldn't…
"So, what's on the agenda today? Should we have breakfast with everyone before they leave?" I ask, desperate to keep the conversation casual.
Dahlia doesn't answer.
I turn and find her staring at me, her eyes filled with tears. "Dahlia? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
She wipes roughly at her eyes. "Am I not attractive anymore?"
The question knocks me back a step. "What? No - fuck no! Why would you even think that?"
"Because none of you will touch me!" Her voice cracks. "Every time I try to get close, you all pull away. I know I was sick, but it's been months, Axl. I'm not an invalid anymore."
"That's not it at all." I step toward her and raise my hands. "We all want you. Fuck, you have no idea how much. But we promised to wait until you were completely healed."
"I am healed!" She gestures at her body with frustration. "Dr. Marianna cleared me nearly three months ago. Three months, Axl! And still, nothing. I am practically standing here half-naked in front of you, and you can't even get aroused by me."
The accusation is so ridiculous I almost laugh. "Not aroused? Jesus, Dahlia, look at me."
My boxer shorts do absolutely nothing to hide my obvious erection—the thin fabric tents in front of me.
"Then why?" She steps closer, her eyes locked on mine. "Why won't you touch me? It was our wedding night, for God's sake, and all four of you just kissed me goodnight and went to sleep."
"We thought you needed more time," I explain. "After everything you went through..."
"What I need," she cuts me off, "is for my mates… either of them to fuck me."
The crude word in her mouth sends heat straight to my groin. Dahlia rarely talks this way. She stalks toward me, and before I can step back, her hand slides down my stomach and cups my cock through my boxers.
"Fuck," I moan as she squeezes gently.
"That's exactly what I want," she whispers. Her lips find my neck, and she presses open-mouthed kisses along my throat.
My control slips away as her fingers stroke along my length. Every touch sends electricity through my body. The sound of her breath against my skin makes my knees weak.
"Dahlia," I gasp. "Wait…"
She ignores me, and when she looks up at me, her eyes wide and pleading, I know I'm lost.
"Please, Axl," she begs. "Fuck me. Please."
I swear under my breath as my control snaps. The towel drops to the floor, and I spin Dahlia around to face the bathroom mirror. Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement.
