Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 172

AMERY'S POV

I pull open the door to Levi's room, without knocking.

After our conversation hours ago, he left the cabin with Quincy, I'm not sure what for, but I know he isn't here. And I want to drop off his set of linen sheets I'd washed earlier. "Oh my God!" | shriek, jumping in shock and accidentally dropping the sheets to the floor.

Asher's standing in the middle of the room, buck a*s naked, towelling off his hair in front of the mirror. And because he's standing in front of a mirror, I can see his reflection. Every single inch of his naked body was on full display.

Heat singes my cheeks, a full flush spreading down my neck when he turns around. He drapes the towel around his neck, a wide grin slashing across his face. "Asher!" I yelp, turning away from him.

My eyes are wide, staring at the wall. Even flaccid, the size of him is still impressive.

"What?" He laughs,

"You walked in on me."

"Why are you in Levi's room?"

"It has the biggest shower."

"Can you like... cover up or something?"

"Relax Princess, I already have."

I turn around. "Seriously?" He's covering himself with his hands. I shoot him a puzzled expression, "Why didn't you just use the towel."

His hands lift to pull the towel from around his neck, exposing himself once again

"Asher!"

His body bows with laughter, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Come on, calm down."

I huff out a breath, walking over to the discarded sheets on the floor. I pick them up, brushing the hair out of my face as I drop them on Levis mattress.

I feel Asher studying me, his eyes tracing every move I make. When I look up, he has a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

My brows pull together, "What?"

He doesn't respond at first, just keeps staring at me intently,

"There's something wrong. What's on your mind?"

All I can think is, since when was he able to read me so well?

And where the hell do I even begin with answering that question?

I shrug a shoulder, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I move towards the door, but he crosses the room, intercepting me before I can reach it. He grabs my arm, and I turn my eyes away from him.

I don't want to have this conversation, I don't want to talk about any of the events that transpired today.

And even if I wanted to, I can't.

I can't involve them.

He cups my chin, tilting my face till I have no other option but to look into his eyes.

They're beautiful.

Beautiful emerald gems.

It's almost a good enough distraction. Almost.

"Are you still worried about this whole thing? I thought we agreed no more worrying until the time comes."

His fingers move from my chin to my cheek, gently stroking the skin. Out of all the brothers, I'd always thought Asher to be the most beautiful. The angles of his face connect so delicately. Unlike Levi, with his set jaw and harsh lines. Or Quincy's boyish features. His inky black hair and thick lashes, paired with those stunning green eyes make him look almost feminine.

My eyes trail over his straight nose, dropping down to his full pale mouth.

He keeps stroking my face gently, I lean into his touch, suddenly grateful for the reprieve.

Cupping my face in his large hands, he leans forward, his breath ghosting across my temples, "Stop worrying." "Kiss me," I whisper.

He freezes, and then his eyes thin a fraction.

My heart is heavy, the emotional weight of everything bearing down on me, and I need a break from it all.

"Please," I'm already rising on the tips of my toes, closing the gap between us.

My lips ghost across his, it's a feather-like touch, he sucks in a breath, "Amery." His hand cups the back of my head, titling me backwards for a better angle as his mouth crashes over mine.

My hands press against his naked chest, curling my fingers into his skin. He groans into the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth. His scent fills my nostrils, and my head grows dizzy with it.

The mate bond is a primal thing, taking basic instincts and fueling it with an unparalleled type of intensity.

He's just kissing me, but it feels like my whole body has been set on fire. The good kind, the type of heat that warms you inside out, spreading through every inch of my body and fogging up the reasonable parts of my brain.

I feel his hands move over my body, one of them wrapping around my waist and holding me tight against him. There isn't an inch of space between our bodies.

I'm only wearing an oversized t-shirt, an arm curls around my thigh, slipping underneath the cotton and cupping a handful of my a*s. He nips my bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss, ducking his head, and trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. My eyes are pressed shut, my mouth hanging open as I pant against him.

He kisses the junction where my jaw meets my neck, sucking the delicate skin deep into his mouth.

I moan out, tilting my head to the side to grant him better access. He bites at the skin, suckling and nibbling in such a way that would leave a mark no doubt.

I can't think as I hold on to him, my fingers latching on to his biceps for balance.

"f*k, Amery," I feel his words on my throat, seconds before he bites down.

"Oh," I gasped.

Both hands dig into my ass, his mouth trailing back up the column of my neck as he pulls me in for another deep kiss.

I feel his erection straining against the thick material of the towel. He lifts me slightly, aligning my centre with the hard length of him, rolling his hips forward as he grinds into me.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and even though my eyes are closed, I feel them roll to the back of my head

His chest rumbles, low sounds of pleasure vibrating beneath the wall of muscle. His teeth drag my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. He sucks it in, pulling away with a wet release. Then he does it again.

I'm not standing on my own two feet any more.

I'm moulded to his chest, utterly lost in the sensations.

"What do you want, Amery," his voice is strained, the words pressed against my ear like they've been rolled through gravel, "Tell me what you need."

"This,"I pant, "You."

He groans deeply, lifting me by the waist, my legs wrapping around his hips of their own accord.

Walking us to the bed, he falls onto it recklessly, my body underneath his. His hard-on nudges my c**t through layers of fabric. And the friction is oh, so delicious.

The large shirt I'm wearing pools around my waist, exposing my pantie-clad lower half. He kneels on the mattress, nudging my thighs further apart. And then his hips rock into mine.

I grow slack-jawed, my mouth falling open. A high-pitched whimper slips out of me. God, it feels so good. He's so hard, so thick and hot, even through the towel, I can feel the outline of him pressing into the most sensitive part of me. He pulls up my shirt the rest of the way, exposing my breasts.

It's nothing he hasn't seen before, but I watch as he pauses, running his teeth across his lower lip.

"Perfect," he grinds out, shaking his head, "You're just so perfect."

I bask in his flattery, a flush rising in my exposed chest. He leans down, bowing his head and capturing one hardened peak in his mouth. He sucks with a delicious pull, and my hips lift off the bed, searching for even more friction. My fingers tug at his dark locks while he suckles my flesh, switching to the other one to give just the same amount of attention.

"Asher!" I cry.

I feel so hot I might combust.

His hand reaches up, tweaking a n**e between his thumb and forefinger, while his teeth tug at the other.

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registers in my mind before the door swings open.