Page 49 of The Florist and Her Alphas

My pussy clenches wildly.

Slick seeps out of me, warm and thick, soaking through the towel between my legs. My asshole twitches, empty and hungry, and I lick my lips without thinking about it.

I want cock. Everywhere. I want to be stuffed so full I can’t breathe.

“I can smell you,” Cole says, his voice dropping to something dark and rough. “Under the sheets. Your slick. Your heat. It’s fucking intoxicating.”

My face burns. Hot. Mortified. I’m horny beyond reason.

August and Ezra begin pulling the sheets back. The cool air hits my overheated skin, and I gasp. They wait. Giving me time. Letting me decide.

With trembling fingers, I pull the towel open.

It falls away. My breasts are exposed and full, my nipples aching.

I’m completely naked now. My stomach. My hips. My pussy, bare and flushed pink, slick shining between my folds. I am a sweaty, flushed, trembling mess, and I have never felt more exposed in my life.

The door opens, and Julian steps in, closing it behind him. His hazel eyes go wide, zeroing in on my breasts with an intensity that makes my nipples tighten further.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

All four of them are breathing hard. Cocks hard. The air in the room is thick with alpha scent mixing with my rose until it’s almost too much to bear. My own breathing is shallow, ragged, my pussy dripping slick onto the mattress beneath me.

Julian strips fast. His shirt, his jeans, his boxers hit the floor in a rush. His cock is thick and curved, his dimple deep as he smiles at me, and my mouth waters.

I open my legs. My hand finds my pussy, fingers sliding through the slick, circling my clit, and I moan.

“She looks so fucking good,” August groans, his cock jumping against his stomach.

“I want two cocks in my pussy,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My voice is hoarse, desperate. “And one in my ass. Right now.”

“Are you sure? This is your first time with us,” growls Ezra, looking like he’s about to lose control.

“I’m desperate. Please!” I yell, clutching my belly.

Cole’s eyes darken. “I’ll take her mouth.”

I swallow, nodding.

August and Julian lie back on the bed, side by side, their cocks hard and waiting. I climb on top of them, my legs on either side of their hips, as I grip their dicks hard.

One cock in each hand.

August’s cock is thick and warm, the head smooth, pre-cum beading at the tip. Julian’s is longer, slightly curved, veins running along the shaft. Both of them twitch in my grip, hard as steel, and the feeling of holding two alpha cocks in my hands makes my pussy clench so hard slick runs down my inner thighs.

Julian’s hand finds my pussy. His fingers push my folds together, squeezing, and more slick gushes out, coating his palm.

“So wet,” he murmurs, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking wet for us, Lia.”

His fingers feel incredible. Rough and gentle at once, circling my clit, teasing my entrance, and I’m panting, my hips rocking against his hand.

I line both their cocks up. The heads press against my entrance, stretching me, and I push down.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my back arching, as both of them slide into my pussy at once. The stretch is intense, burning, delicious. My pussy is stretched wide around two thick alpha cocks, and I can feel every inch, every vein, every pulse.

August’s head is thrown back, his mouth open, a groan tearing out of him. Julian’s eyes are rolled half-back, his jaw locked tight like he’s holding himself together by sheer force of will.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” August groans out.