The Alpha's Secret, An MMF Erotic Romance (The Stonewall Pack Alpha Series) (7 page)

"Are you okay? You ran off."

Shit. What would it take to get a little alone time? She got up and yanked open the door.

"Is everything okay? You seemed like—" He stopped, his nostrils flaring. Liam grabbed her hand and brought it to his nose.

Bridget pulled on it, but he wouldn't let go.

His eyelids dropped. "Why would you do that when I'm right here?" His voice sounded deep and rumbly. He advanced on her. "I'm right here, and more than happy to help you with that."

Chapter 7

Bridget's stomach clenched; she felt more excited than she'd ever been in her life. She quickly walked backward, but he turned her and trapped her against the wall. The door closed behind him.

She had to stop this. Didn't she?

His hands rested against the wall on either side of her, caging her in. He didn't say a word, just leaned down and captured her lips, plundering them. His hands stayed where they were but hers slid up his chest to lie flat against it.

He must have thought she was going to push him away, because he took her wrists and pushed them over her head. No longer leaning on his hands, his body pressed against hers. She moaned.

***

Liam loosely held her wrists above her head, pressing them against the wall. He kissed her cheek and down her neck. With his face buried in her shoulder, he said, "I love you." It slipped out, just a whisper and he hoped she didn't even hear it.

But when he pulled back enough to look at her face, she said, "How can you love me when you don't even know me?"

"You're my mate. I've loved you my whole life. But when I finally met you, that love became real. You're amazing. You're perfect. I just want to spend my life making you happy." He couldn't believe he'd spilled so much, especially knowing she wouldn't reciprocate.

To keep her from saying something awful, like "thank you," he quickly kissed her, letting the kiss turn into a long hot tangling of tongues. Hopefully she'd forget what they'd been talking about by the time they came up for air. He, on the other hand, put his love into every second of that kiss.

His free hand moved over her hip and then her ribs to cup one breast. Oh, heaven. Had he told her she was perfect? This was beyond perfect. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and gloried at the shiver that ran through her body.

"Stop," she murmured against his lips.

He pulled back only far enough to speak. "Why?"

Her throat worked.

"Why? Why should we stop? I know you want me as much as I want you." His thumb rubbed the palm of the hand she'd been using. "Otherwise I wouldn't have found you touching yourself."

Her cheeks burned.

As she fumbled for something to say, he realized they did have to stop. They couldn't do this without Gavin. "Let me just call Gavin and we can continue with this."

She gazed up at him. "Not tonight, Liam. Please." Her eyes fluttered shut. "It's too soon."

He kissed her eyelids. It would kill him to walk away from her.
Kill him.
But he would never hurt her or force her. So if she really wanted him to stop, he'd stop. Liam stepped backward, releasing her.

She made a little sound of protest.

That killed him, too. "I'm leaving because that's what you said you wanted. But all it'll take is one word. Just one word, and I'll stay here all night."

She breathed through her mouth almost gasping.

"Good night."

He made it as far as the door before she spoke. "Call Gavin."

***

Gavin broke every speed limit racing back to the hotel. He still couldn't believe he'd heard Liam right. She was really ready?

He shouldn't have gone back to his house at all. He'd wanted to bunk with Liam, at least, but he needed to check on his house, get some fresh clothes. It seemed easier to just hit the sack at home. Easier, and less tempting. He hadn't been sure he'd be able to sleep one door down from Bridget and not do something about it.

He just barely made it into a parking spot, his front tires pushing against the edge of the curb. The engine hadn't even turned off by the time he had the door open and made it halfway to where Liam stood holding the outside door open.

"You're not with her?" Gavin said.

"If I were with her I would have marked her by now. What took you so long?"

They rushed down the hall. "It took five minutes, tops. How on earth did you convince her?"

Liam grinned. "I caught her masturbating."

Gavin choked. He instantly pictured her spread out on the bed, nude, her fingers working feverishly on her pussy. "Seriously? Was she naked?"

"No such luck. But my God, does she smell good."

Gavin's knees felt weak. He'd smelled her? How the fuck did he get so lucky?

Liam stopped abruptly and rapped on a door. "It's us."

Several agonizingly long seconds later, Bridget opened the door. She looked a little wide-eyed.

"You sure you want to do this?" Liam said.

Gavin wanted to strangle him. No, he knew they had to ask, but she'd better not say no.

"Yes." She stepped toward them. "But this doesn't mean anything. I mean, don't think just because I'm sleeping with you that means you can control me."

Gavin pushed into the room, Liam behind him. The door slammed shut. "Of course this means something. It means we're committing to love each other. Love and respect and take care of each other. That's what it means." He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her against him. "Which hand was it?"

"What?"

Gavin grabbed her right wrist and lifted her hand to his face. The sweet scent of her sex still clung to her fingers. He moaned then slid one finger into his mouth tasting the faint echo of her nectar.

"You told him?" Bridget said.

Liam rounded her and slid his arms around her from the back. "Of course I told him. If you had any idea how much it turns us on, you'd understand." He nibbled at her neck.

Her finger popped out of Gavin's mouth. He gazed into her eyes. "I want the real thing. Now."

***

Bridget held back a shiver. Wasn't that just like an alpha, demanding even in the middle of sex? Worse, his demands turned her on. A little.

Oh, hell, fine. They turned her on a lot.

But she couldn't just give in. "What about what I want?"

Liam's hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. "That's what we're here for. To give you what you want." He squeezed her nipples. "Tell us what you want."

Her pulse beat harder at the feel of his hands on her breasts. "That's a good start."

Gavin cupped her cheeks. "What's your favorite thing?"

She bit her lip.

"Tell us what you want," Liam said.

"Oral," she said quickly.

Leaning in so close his lips nearly brushed hers, Gavin said, "Giving or receiving?"

It would probably make her sound selfish, but she might as well be honest. "Receiving."

Gavin stepped forward, pushing all three of them toward the bed. "I want to taste you. Now."

"Help me take her clothes off." Liam pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor as they continued in the direction of the bed.

With fumbling fingers, Gavin worked on the button of her pants. "Can I rip them off?" he growled.

"No." Bridget pushed his hands away and opened it herself, right around the same time her bra suddenly loosened. Liam must have gotten it undone.

Gavin pushed her pants over her hips. They slipped down her legs to pool at her ankles. Then he paused, his gaze downward.

"What?" Bridget said.

Liam pushed the bra down her arms and she suddenly realized they were both still clothed while she stood only in her panties.

"They're cute," Gavin said. "You like cute lingerie?"

They were cute—a pale, pale pink with a little bright pink bow right in the front. "Yeah. So?"

"Makes me want to eat you up," Gavin said.

She felt a sudden surge of confidence. "I thought you were going to do that anyway."

His eyes rose to hers, his lips lifting into a smile. "You're right. Take them off. I wouldn't want to rip them."

Bridget pushed them down her legs. "Too cute?"

"Too cute." Gavin skimmed his hands up her sides.

Her mate liked cute lingerie. She'd have to remember that.

Suddenly Liam lifted her from behind and dropped her on the bed. She shrieked.

"Just where we want you," Liam said. Both her mates stood at the side of the bed gazing at her.

She propped herself up on her elbows. "You both have too many clothes on."

The two men shared a glance. "Too bad." Gavin advanced on her, moving her where he wanted her, then settling between his legs. She could almost feel the heat of his breath against her pussy.

Liam stood behind him, stripping. Bridget wasn't sure if she should watch Liam or keep her eye on Gavin. Trying to split her attention only worked to a point. She couldn't savor the well-muscled body Liam revealed while trying to anticipate what Gavin would do next.

His face close to her, so close he was almost touching her, Gavin breathed deep. "God, you smell good. And you're wet. Slick with juices."

Bridget shivered.

Liam dropped his pants. His cock stood proud, long and thick. He leaned one hand on the bed and rubbed his other hand up Gavin's back.

Gavin still didn't move, just breathed her in. The tufts of air brushed across her aroused flesh, making her want to grab his head and pull him into her.

Finally, she could take anymore. "Lick me."

"What was that?" Gavin said.

"You're a tease," she said. "Just do it."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "I didn't hear the magic word."

Good God, was he serious? She could strangle him. Or better yet, smother him. All she'd have to do is wrap her legs around his head and squeeze. "Please, damn it. Please lick my pussy."

He chuckled, his mouth so close she could almost feel the vibrations shudder through her. "Well, since you put it that way…" He dove into her, until she could no longer tell where her flesh ended and his began. All she knew was fluid and heat and a liquid melting sensation that flowed through her like lava.

Distantly, she heard herself moaning and whimpering then her mouth was covered by Liam's. His hands roamed over her breasts and stomach, heightening the already feverish feelings Gavin had created.

Gavin sucked hard, causing a shudder to rip through her which quickly snowballed into a full-on orgasm. She might have flailed off the bed if Liam hadn't thrown an arm over her and held her down as her body shook and comets flew past the insides of her eyelids.

She didn't open her eyes until her brain started functioning again. Liam grinned down at her. "Ready for round two?"

Bridget opened her mouth intending to come out with a zinger but all she could manage was "yes."

It looked like Liam bit back a laugh. "Good. It's my turn."

Gavin still lay between her legs, so Liam grabbed her under her arms and pulled her further onto the bed so he could take Gavin's place.

"I wanted to go longer," Gavin said.

"We've got our whole life for that. It's my turn to taste her." Liam didn't tease the way Gavin had. He latched his mouth around her clit and stroked it with his tongue while he sucked.

Her hips bucked. Was it really possible both her mates were good at her favorite thing? She could no longer remember why she'd resisted having mates for so long. The sexual haze crowded out all the doubt.

Bridget put her hand on Liam's head, threading her fingers through his hair. "So good."

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then his hands came around to massage her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, tugging on them.

Gavin lay down beside her and put his hand over one of Liam's. "I can take care of this part." He lifted Liam's hand away and replaced it with his lips.

With the tugs from two mouths, she couldn't hold back. Her body simultaneously melted and tensed, moving faster and faster toward an orgasm that finally gripped her tight until she exploded into shudders.

Liam didn't wait for her to finish. He reared up on his knees and slid his cock into her still-pulsing pussy. The action—just the sheer boldness of it—made her waning orgasm strengthen, pushing her into yet another round of tremors.

Lying on top of her, Liam kissed her. Gavin still lay close to them and while his mouth had left her breast, he still rained kisses over the side of her face. Liam pulled away to lean toward Gavin. The two men met in an open-mouthed kiss while Gavin gripped the back of Liam's head.

Bridget couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so turned on. She floated in a haze of pleasure that made the rest of the world recede into the distance.

"I don't want to come too soon." Liam pulled out.

Without a thought, she flung her hand out to stop him from leaving. "No."

"I'm not going anywhere. I just thought doggie-style would be fun." He backed up a little. "On your knees."

Four hands helped her turn over and rise to her hands and knees. She needed the help, too. Her body felt like jelly. Then Liam gripped her hips and slipped back inside of her.

Gavin knelt near her shoulder. Bridget felt a little wanton already, two men at the same time. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. She reached out to grip his cock around the base.

"That feels good." Gavin put his hand on the back of her head.

"Move around to the front and I'll go down on you," she said.

He didn't even wait for her to stop talking before he crawled into position. Bridget had seen porn stars do this, but now she wasn't sure how they managed it. Each of Liam's strokes pushed her forward and down, and she had to strain to reach Gavin's cock. It didn't help that Gavin had such long legs.

"Sit on your heels," she said. Once he'd done that, she was able to get into a better position. She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, holding it there for a second and then withdrawing. Turn about was fair play, after the way he'd teased her. She did it again and again, never going further, pulling groans from her mate.

Gavin looked down at her. "You're teasing me on purpose."