Scarlett’s POV
"I’d love that," I breathed, my legs already wrapping around his waist to pull him in.
He didn’t wait another second. He lined himself up and pushed inside , slow and steady. I let out a low, broken cry as he filled , the feeling of his warm skin against mine being more than I could handle. It was too perfect.
"You’re so tight," he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "So perfect."
He began to move, thrusting deep and slow, making sure I felt every inch of him. I pulled him down for another kiss, not caring about the danger of this.
The feeling of him inside was overwhelming. Every slow, deep thrust felt like he was reaching into my very soul. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back, locking him in, wanting to disappear into the heat of his body.
He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirled around the tip. I let out a loud, shaky moan, my fingers digging into the muscles of his arms. It was too much. The pleasure was so sharp it was almost painful. My mind was a blur. Between the way Leo had touched earlier and the way Leonard was claiming now—fuck, I couldn’t even tell who was better. They were both Alphas. They both fucked with a power that left breathless.
I closed my eyes, a wild, wicked thought flashing through my head. What if they were all here? I imagined Leonard, Leo, and Liam all on this bed with , their hands and mouths everywhere, taking turns until I couldn’t scream anymore. It was a dark, dirty fantasy, but in the heat of the mont, it made my walls squeeze around him even tighter.
Leonard let out a choked-off growl, his pace picking up. He was losing that calm Alpha control. He pulled out abruptly, the loss of his heat making whimper in protest.
"Don’t move," he commanded, his voice thick and heavy.
He lay down behind , pulling my body back against his chest so we were spooning. He reached down, grabbing my top leg and pulling it high toward his shoulder, opening completely. Then, he lined himself up and drove back in from the side.
The new angle was deeper, hitting a spot that made my whole body go rigid. "Oh God!" I sobbed, my head falling back against his shoulder.
He didn’t stop. He began to slam into from behind, his skin slapping against my ass with a rhythmic, wet sound that filled the quiet room. With one hand, he reached around to find my breast, his thumb and fingers teasing my nipple until it was a hard peak of nerves.
But it was his other hand that finished .
He slid his fingers down between my thighs, finding my clit. He began to rub it with a fast, ruthless pressure, syncing the movent with every heavy thrust of his hips.
The combination was too much. I was being stretched, filled, and rubbed all at once. I felt my climax building, starting in my toes and rushing upward.
"I’m... I’m going to..." I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
"Don’t you dare, Samantha," he hissed into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. "I’m not done."
His voice was deep and bossy, letting know I wasn’t allowed to finish either.
I felt the bed move as Leonard shifted behind .
"Two more rounds, Samantha," he hissed into my ear, his teeth biting my earlobe.
He didn’t let lie flat. Instead, he grabbed my waist and pulled onto my left side. He knelt behind , stepping over my bottom leg. He made bend my right leg back until my knee was hooked around his waist. It was a tangle of arms and legs, a "pretzel" shape that opened up completely to him.
The angle was intense. When he pushed back inside, he went so deep it felt like he was touching my heart. Because we were side-to-side, he could reach easily. His hand slid over my stomach, his fingers finding my clitoris again. He started slow, using just a little pressure. Then, he started to move his hand faster to match the heavy, steady beat of his hips. I was trapped between his hard chest and his hand. I cried into the mattress as he brought right to the edge of a climax and held there, not letting drop.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more of the deep, side-entry friction, Leonard growled and pulled out. He stood up, dragging by my hips toward the edge of the high bed.
"Legs up," he commanded.
I lay on my back, my head hanging slightly off the plush duvet, and pulled my knees to my chest in a "bicycle" pose. Leonard stood between my feet, his eyes dark and devouring as he took in the view of my soaking entrance. He grabbed my ankles, pinning them near my shoulders, and stepped forward.
When he entered this ti, it was slow—so deep it made my toes curl and my breath hitch. I felt the base of him grinding against with every thrust.
"Look at ," he rasped, his voice full of Alpha authority.
I looked up, my silver mask glinting in the dim light, watching his powerful body move in and out of mine. The position gave him total control. I began to flex my thighs, squeezing him with every stroke, and the look of pure, primal hunger on his face told he felt it. I reached down, my own fingers joining the friction as I rubbed my clit.
Leonard let out a loud roar, and his pace beca wild and fast.
The whole world was just his scent, the heat of the room, and the power of an Alpha. For a mont, my dream of having all three brothers there felt real—because Leonard was fucking with the strength of three n.
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