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It was a good thing Celia had no idea how hard she had them all. If she figured it out, she could lead them around by their dicks. Simon’s last move, kissing her clitoris, had shocked even him. Bold as far as moves went, the ink master was lucky he didn’t end up with her knee wedged in his eye. Then again, a black eye would be worth the pain of getting that close to her.
With a sassy huff, she sat up, yanked the shirt over her head, and flung the tee into Nick’s face. She crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding her nipples from their gaze. Nothing could totally hide the heavy, rounded globes of her ample tits. Somehow she twisted her legs in such a way her pussy was no longer visible either. Only the softness of her belly and bent legs remained on display.
“For that,” he said as the garment slid away and fell to the floor. “You’re not allowed any clothes for the next forty-eight hours.”
“Fuck you. You’re not the boss of me.”
“I am alpha. I am the boss of everyone.”
They engaged in a silent eye-battle of wills. He could sense the alpha inside her. No leader wanted a pushover for a mate, and he’d have to earn her respect. Each of them would. Nick welcomed the challenge, could not fucking wait to engage her. Her body already recognized them as her mates. Getting her mind on board with her body would be the tricky part.
“You’re the boss of bears.” Celia’s expression defied his rank.
Silence from Simon and Dex as they waited for his reaction. Averse to demonstrating his strength, he decided she probably required a heavy hand forcing her to submit, or she’d never respect him.
Nick grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the bed and to her feet. Amidst her slurs, he turned her around to face the bed, and used his right palm on the back of her neck to force her to bend over. The moment her face hit the mattress, all her screeching settled down, and he pried her feet apart with his. Ass up, chest on the bed, feet spread wide, her pussy and ass saluted him in the most beautiful way.
He spanked her ass twice on each cheek.
“Ow!” she made to jerk back, but he added pressure to her neck to hold her in position.
His palm stung, so he knew she felt the slaps, but they were delivered left-handed, and he’d intentionally softened his deliverance. Nick brought his palm down over her pussy, and she pitched forward. Her fingers curled into the comforter as he rubbed his hand back and forth over her wet, intimate lips.
“In this house, I am alpha. Do you understand, Celia?”
She shifted, going onto her tippy-toes and then flat-footed again, so that his fingers scrubbed against her clit. An ingenious move Nick respected. She moaned at the contact. It was the sexiest sight he thought he might’ve ever seen and heard.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dex squeezed his dick through his denims. “I might blow in my jeans.”
“Don’t be a juvenile.” Evidence of Simon’s bear deepened his voice, but he also adjusted himself as he stared at Celia’s pussy where she masturbated herself on Nick’s fingers.
Nick slapped her pussy again, and she whimpered, trying to push back against his touch as he withdrew his hand. “Am I your alpha, Celia?”
“Yes.”
That one word impacted him in a way none other ever had. It was the first time since his youth he grappled for control of his bear.
“But only because I give you control, Nick.” His bear roared in his head at her defiance, but it was a roar of approval. “The moment I think you’re wrong, I won’t hesitate to challenge you.”
“Simon and Dex are your alphas too.”
“Gawd, yes, Nick, anything you want, just let me come.”
“Anything?” He brought his hand back to her core and circled her opening with the tip of his finger. She shuddered just enough he caught her reaction. “Agree you’re our mate.”
A moment passed before she spoke. “I can say it, but I’m guessing you want me to mean it, and I wouldn’t.”
“She’s right,” Dex said. “It’d be like her saying she loved us when she didn’t.”
“If I sensed the lie over that...” Simon clenched gobs of his hair on top of his head. “I’m not sure how my bear would react.”
Nick agreed and dropped his touch. “Stand up and show us our body.”
Celia turned her head to peer at him over her shoulder. “What happened to my orgasm?”
“Not happening right now, minx.” He adored the way her forehead furrowed detailing her displeasure.
“Fine.” She flipped over and hoisted herself off the bed, walking straight for the bathroom. “I’ll shower and handle it myself.”
“You could try.” She halted at Nick’s words and spun around to face off with him. That’s when he noticed her nipple piercings. They almost distracted him, but he alphaed-up and before she could get a word out, he spoke, his voice much harsher than he’d anticipated thanks to those fucking sexy piercings. “Defy me, Celia, and I’ll stop you with force if necessary. Then I’ll tie you to a chair in the kitchen with your legs spread wide. We’ll take turns getting you to the edge of an orgasm and stopping, only to start all over again. That type of recreation can take hours to play out.”
Celia stared at him without blinking for a long moment before moving her gaze to Dex and Simon and serving them with the same unflinching glower. Like looking into the sun, Nick wanted to lower his gaze and give in to her, but... I am alpha, goddamn it! Better if she accepted his status now.
Nick walked to her and halted when only the hard tips of her nipples touched the linen of his shirt. He knew each inhalation would drag them across his chest, exciting her more. “The only way you’re coming any time soon is if one of us gives it to you, or your pussy, ass, and mouth is wrapped around our dicks.”
“Fine.” A little shudder shimmied through her body. Her nostrils flared, and he swore he felt those berry tipped nipples tighten against his chest. “I’m hungry.”
“Me too.” Dex eyed her. “But I’m guessing pussy isn’t on the menu.”