CHAPTER FOUR

The elevator door slid open, and even when Noah stepped away from her and briskly exited the confined space, Leah was still unable to gather her bearings.

Did her boss just imply she wouldn’t be needing underwear for what was ahead? Well...he hadn’t implied, had he? He’d outright said so. In retrospect, she supposed she was the one who’d said it since it was all in her head.

One thing was for certain, dream or no dream, those words passing Noah Bridgeway’s lips were more than her heart could handle.

Her chest was aching with the frantic pace of her heartbeat.

“What did you do?” the question was asked in a curious, slightly amused tone.

It snapped Leah out of her daze. Not the question, or even the tone in which it was asked, but who the voice belonged to.

Her gaze fixed on Colin Bridgeway, who was leaning back in front of his brother’s desk in a casual pose, his eyes glinting with something she wasn’t certain she recognized. Just beyond him, and equally imposing, the youngest Bridgeway brother, Christophe was sitting in Noah’s chair, behind the desk, his gaze also focused on her.

She noticed as Noah strode to one of the sofas strategically placed in the center of the office and sat down before he turned his eyes to observe her as well.

It was all simply too much.

“I didn’t touch her,” Noah responded truthfully to his brother’s question.

Show-off, Colin scoffed through their bond.

"This dream is taking a lot of detours," Leah muttered under her breath but realized they all heard her when Colin chuckled.

"You think you're dreaming, love?"

"Hmm," she answered in a daze as she watched him start toward her end of the room.

She always liked watching Colin go about his day. Where Noah and Christophe's gait were similarly brisk and purposeful, Colin's held a hint of unhurried swagger. It suggested that whatever he was about to do, he would enjoy it wholeheartedly.

"Did you have too much to drink, little one?" Christophe asked from his position in the chair.

Leah thought he sounded almost hopeful.

Did he want her to be drunk?

"It's a bit too early to be doling out punishments, isn't it brother?" Colin asked as he stopped in front of her, entirely too close for her to focus on anything but his looming figure. "Besides," he added silkily, taking her chin in hand and tilting her face up towards him, "she barely touched her glass of wine tonight."

Her mind was still stuck on the word punishment when she registered the last statement.

"Wait. Were you guys watching me?"

"Yes," Colin answered unabashedly, an irreverent grin pasted on his beautiful face as if he hadn't just admitted to unacceptable behavior.

Before she could chastise him, he distracted her with another question.

"You don't look the slightest bit unsettled to be dreaming about us, love. You do it often, I take it?"

Because this was a dream, Leah felt no embarrassment when she admitted, "I do. But there's certainly no need to look so pleased with yourself."

His grin now resembled that of a wolf and brought to mind the famous line from Little Red Riding Hood.

Oh grandma, what big teeth you have.

All the better to eat you with my dear.

"What normally happens in these dreams of yours?"

The thumb laying just above her chin started a light back-and-forth dance, pulling all her attention to focus.

"We-well, not this much talking," Leah stuttered.

The expression on Colin's face shifted abruptly, becoming more serious...more focused.

The light dancing of his thumb also paused, his grip on her chin tightening imperceptibly.

Though her gaze was focused on Colin, she could feel his brothers' stares focused on them both.

"No? What then? Tell me," Colin demanded.

"Um… kissing," she answered breathlessly.

Colin's blue-green eyes flickered to her mouth.

"What else?"

"Other… things."

It didn't matter that it was a dream, she wasn't brave enough to describe the things they did to her. Especially not while he was looking at her like that. Her shyness seemed to amuse him since her answer brought a fleeting smile back to his face.

"And all three of us, we do these… other things," another grin, "at the same time?"

Oh, God.

Her mind went blank for a frightening second. She knew what he meant of course. She was inexperienced in many things, but she wasn't ignorant.

It was still uncommon in human society, but ménage relationships were common phenomena in the Were community. Many wolves had more than one mate. It was seen as a blessing in fact, and not a taboo as many humans still saw it.

Leah admitted she was attracted to all three of the Bridgeway brothers and her fantasies often did in fact involve all three, but they'd never...not at the same time.

Is that… was that...gonna happen now?

*~*

Colin could see his question had thrown her. He was stuck in a weird state with an unfamiliar mix of feelings.

Arousal was at the forefront, stark and intense, but he was also, for the first time, nervous.

It was ridiculous really, there were very few things in the world of sexual gratification that he hadn't tried at least once. He'd always been comfortable with his body, always been confident in his ability to please his partners and he knew for a fact Leah hadn't had many lovers.

She practically oozed innocence. So, if someone had suggested that he'd be nervous at the mere thought of kissing her, he'd have laughed his head off.

But he was.

He was also amused. That she still thought this was a dream was one of those cute quirks he loved about her. He'd discovered many over the months, and for some reason, they all seemed to make her more attractive.

"Should we work our way up from kissing then?"

He didn't allow her to answer this time but brought his lips down to cover hers.

The kiss had been meant to soothe her, to reassure her that they’d be able to give her what she needed.

They’d discussed it at length. Noah didn’t possess a gentle bone in his body, in all his roles. Whether as CEO, Alpha, or a lover, he was a hardass. Chris could be equally as demanding and his kink didn’t have an off switch. Colin was the flexible one, he could be gentle and playful. He could seduce. This was why they’d decided he’d approach her first, to woo her, for lack of a better word. That was what this kiss was supposed to do.

Coax...convince...but fuck if the first taste of her didn’t make him lose his head a little. The feel of her lips against his was like nothing he’d ever imagined, the smell of her, a fusion of berries, invaded his senses, and what ought to have been, gentle, teasing play, spun out of hand. His tongue slipped past her lips and she gave a little stuttered gasp before sort of melting into him.

He decided then. This was it for the rest of his days. One of his hands filtered through the thick mass of chocolate brown curls and the other slid around her waist, pulling her into his body.

He felt her tense in his arms and knew she felt his erection nestled against her stomach.

"Does this still feel like a dream, love?" he asked, after lifting his mouth from hers.

Before she could respond, he captured her lips in another kiss, inviting her to play as much as she liked. Her tongue sought his in a curious dance that was both innocent and sensual.

She pressed herself into him even more, rubbing against the hard length of him unconsciously. Before he was even aware of it, his hands were sliding beneath her perfectly round ass, and he was lifting her off the ground.

Their lips met each other's frantically and Leah had both her arms and legs wrapped around him when he sat her on the surface of Noah's desk, his hands on her ass sliding down to grip her thighs. Those hands slid to her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking her gently as they slid higher, closer to where she needed them the most.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and burying his face in her neck, “you’re fucking soaked baby."

He could feel the moisture slicking her thighs and all that signaled to his wolf was that she was ready to mate. He had to take a minute to reign in his beast.

"Show me," the command came from across the room. The strain was evident in Noah's voice and Colin was grateful he wasn't the only one so affected by Leah Perry.

His thumbs slid to the waistband of her panties, and with the slightest tug, they came apart. Colin slid the tiny scrap of lace into his pocket before he slid Leah further back on the desk. He slid a hand under the knee of one leg and pulled it up, arranging her so the sole of her foot would lay flat against the surface.

He went to do the same with her other leg, which would leave her open and vulnerable, but her half-hearted protest stopped him.

"Colin," she breathed. Her hand on his shoulder tightened its grip.

He looked at her face, which was flushed a delicious shade of pink. Even without the moisture coating between her legs, he could tell from the desire clouding her eyes and her labored breathing that she was aroused, but she was also nervous about something.

"What is it, love?" he asked, though he could already sense what it was.

"This is hardly…" a nervous bite of her bottom lip marked her hesitation, "...proper."

Colin resisted the urge to laugh at that statement.

"Love, I'm two seconds away from burying my face in the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. I think we're a long way past proper."

He sensed another protest about his bossiness coming, so he sealed his lips over hers, his tongue slipping into heaven once more.

While his mouth devoured hers, he arranged her other leg into the same position, which forced her to support herself with her hands braced behind her.

Colin heard an impatient growl somewhere behind him and unwillingly pulled back from the kiss.

"Be a good girl and let my brothers see how perfect you are, love."

*~*

The request should have appalled Leah. It really ought to. For someone who’d only ever had one boyfriend in high school, and had had no desire to pursue another romantic relationship since then, having a man practically arrange her for his brothers’ viewing should outrage her to no end.

But it didn’t. Not even a little bit. Being spread out half-naked on her boss’s desk with three pairs of eyes focused on her was arousing her. The insistent, almost painful throbbing of her sex was almost maddening.

For a long moment, all they did was stare at her, their eyes seeming like caresses of their own. Her attention was snagged on the sound of Christophe rising from the chair behind her, and she couldn’t help the moan that slipped past her lips at the feel of his warm hand sliding against her bare skin under her dress to rest low on her belly. The air seemed to be thinning, and Leah was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She felt the heat of Christophe against her back as pressed closer to her, his lips running against the side of her neck in a sensuous glide.

“Be a good girl and hold still little one,” Christophe whispered against her ear.

She was about to ask him what he meant. When her attention was snagged by Colin once more as he leaned over and pressed his lips to her inner thigh, just above her knee, and slowly began trailing them up toward her center.

The fact that she'd never had anyone's face that close to her lady bits should at least make her apprehensive, and maybe somewhere in the tumult of emotions she was experiencing, she was, but she was too busy being overwhelmed to express it. Even the feather-light touch of his lips against her skin robbed her of thought and lit every nerve ending she possessed on fire.

The insistent drum beating at her core was more than she could take, the rhythm getting faster, as Colin's mouth hovered deliberately where she needed him the most.

Her arms which held her weight began to tremble as anticipation built, and Leah could feel a rush of moisture slide from her opening, as if signaling her readiness.

Her legs instinctively went to close, in an attempt to shield herself from his gaze, but as if they'd anticipated such a reaction, both Colin and Christophe moved simultaneously, each one placing a hand on her knees to prevent them closing.

"Tsk tsk," Christophe whispered in her ear, before nipping at the lobe playfully, "you just disobeyed my instructions little one. I really didn't want to have to punish you tonight," he added, but Leah thought his tone suggested he really did want to.

She was about to ask him just what he meant by that but was blindsided by Colin's attack.

And what a wonderfully glorious attack it was.

He lunged forward without warning and licked right through her folds. The pleasure that detonated in her core radiated through her entire being. She lost the strength in her arms and fell back into the solid warmth of Christophe's chest. A scream lodged in her throat and the only sound that escaped her was a guttural moan.

None of her dreams had ever felt like this.

"Fuck, you're sexy," Christophe praised in her ear, and Colin's tongue paused at her clitoris, flicking the engorged bud repeatedly before latching onto it, and sucking on it gently.

Leah sought purchase. One of her hands latched onto Chrisrophe's as if that could save her from death.

And she was going to die, she was sure of it. There was a tide building inside her, the culmination of which could only be death. She was going to explode into tiny pieces...tiny pleasured pieces…

"Please...please," she pleaded, though she wasn't sure what for. It was too much, she needed him to stop. She needed him to never stop.

Colin's tongue slid back to her opening, stiffening as it slipped passed the tight ring. He moaned into her, and the vibrations sent an answering moan past her lips.

"I don't think my brother has ever had pussy this good before little one. Look how impatient he's being. When it's my turn, I'll take my time."

The forbiddenness of Christophe's words shouldn't have made Leah wetter, oh but it did. Colin moaned in appreciation at the moisture that coated his tongue, and Christophe chuckled devilishly, licking at her throat.

"In fact," he continued, the hand that had been resting on her belly sliding downwards. His fingers slid through her folds and located her clitoris while Colin's attention remained on her opening. "I'll go so slow, you'll beg me to come. You'll beg me, won't you, little one?"

His finger slid across her clitoris in the barest of strokes, and Leah's breath stopped, her body tightening in preparation for something she was sure she wouldn't be able to sustain.

"You will," Christophe assured, "if you've been a good girl, I'll take care of you."

Another swipe of his fingers as his lips traveled up her throat, over her chin, and brushed against her lips teasingly, mimicking the gentleness of his fingers against her pussy.

"And if you've been a bad girl," he continued against her lips, "I'll have to spank you. And then I'll take care of you."

Still barely touching hers, his lips curved in a smile, "Daddy will always take care of this pussy."

He latched on to her clit, pinching the bud between his fingers. The combination of sensations --- the gentle glide of Colin's tongue inside her, the painful pressure against her clit and the warmth of dark words whispered against her skin --- sent her over the edge.

The scream that left her throat echoed in the room, her body convulsing from the pleasure shooting through her limbs. Her hips grinding against Colin's face as he lapped at her hungrily, growling in pleasure at her abandon. The crests and troughs of the storm never seemed to end, tossing her overboard and pulling her back in and she thought, just before she lost consciousness, that she wouldn't mind staying in this dream forever.