Chapter 6

Third POV

Olympia stood near the bed as they brought her here, her breath fast. Elliott, Asher, and Ryder watched her with scorching eyes full of lust. Their eyes glowed with desire. She shook her head, clutching her top tight against her chest.

“I can’t,” she whispered. Her voice trembled.

Elliott stepped closer as he was tall, strong, his size covering her. “You can,” he said, his tone rough but calm. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re ours. Rather than being used by strangers, let us have you.”

Asher stayed back a step. His eyes were soft, full of care. “We won’t hurt you,” he said gently. “But we won’t let you run either.” He growled.

Ryder leaned against the bedframe with a grin. “She’s shaking,” he teased. “But look at her eyes. She wants it.”

Olympia’s cheeks burned. She did not want to admit it. Her body betrayed her, trembling not only from fear but also from heat rising inside her. She was afraid of their Enigma wolves, that they could fuck her to her death if they lost control of it.

Elliott reached for her hand and took it gently. He pulled her forward, slow but firm. She gasped as her chest brushed his. His heat wrapped around her. His mouth came down, kissing her rough and deep, his scent cascading over her, making her say “yes” even if she had planned not to. She tried to push, but her fingers curled into his tank top instead.

Asher came to her other side. His lips brushed her temple, soft, careful. “Breathe, Olympia,” he whispered. “Just breathe.” His hand stroked her arm, soothing while Elliott claimed her mouth.

Ryder chuckled low. He circled behind her, his breath on her neck. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart,” he murmured. His lips brushed her ear, then her throat. She shivered hard, leaning back into him.

Her top was the first to go. Elliott tugged it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Cool air hit her bare skin, and she gasped. She covered herself with her arms. She was shy of these hot, charming Alphas.

Ryder caught her wrists from behind and pulled them down. “Don’t hide from us,” he whispered. His teeth grazed her shoulder. “You are ours.”

Asher cupped her face, tilting it toward him. His lips pressed soft kisses down her cheek, then to her mouth. Where Elliott was on fire, Asher was warm. Ryder’s touch burned against her back.

Olympia trembled, her knees weak. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered again.

Elliott’s voice rumbled in her ear. “Then let us show you.”

He pushed her gently onto the bed.

Olympia sank into the king-sized bed covered today with purple velvet linen embroidered with gold, her chest rising fast. Elliott loomed over her, his dark eyes fixed on her face. He pulled her pants open with one strong tug. The zipper slid down, and he dragged the denim off her legs.

Ryder laughed low as he sat at the edge of the bed. His hand slid up her bare thigh, fingers tracing circles that made her shiver. “Soft,” he murmured. “So damn soft.”

Asher leaned close, brushing her hair away from her flushed cheeks. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and tender. “You’re safe,” he whispered, his voice calm, even as his hand slipped beneath her bra strap to stroke her skin.

Olympia tried to cross her arms over her chest, but Elliott caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. His grip was firm, unyielding. His mouth claimed hers again, hot and hungry. She moaned into him, the sound muffled, unwilling to break free.

Her bra was next. Ryder’s hands unclasped it with one quick flick. The straps slid down her shoulders. He tossed it aside, his eyes burning as they roamed over her exposed skin. “Beautiful,” he said with a grin that carried both hunger and reverence.

Asher kissed her collarbone, trailing lower, his lips soft and slow. His tenderness clashed with Ryder’s boldness and Elliott’s dominance. The mix overwhelmed her.

Her last barrier was the thin lace between her thighs. Elliott’s hand brushed there, making her hips jerk. Her body betrayed her again, heat pulsing strong.

She shook her head weakly. “Don’t,” she whispered.