Chapter 22

twenty-two

KITANIA

Gio’s hands were everywhere.

With practiced ease, he trailed one hand down my body until it reached the hem of my shorts. I could barely breathe past the tingles his touch was igniting across my skin. The pad of his thumb brushed back and forth teasingly, waiting, asking permission to continue.

With glazed eyes, I gazed at him, realizing he wanted my explicit consent before he touched me. Swallowing hard, I nodded, pushing down my nerves because holy hell… I wanted this.

Finally, blessedly, his hand dipped below my waistband and slid down, down, down until he cupped my sex through the thin panties I had on.

A whimper escaped me as Gio’s calloused fingers stroked over the damp fabric, applying delicious pressure. My hips canted towards his touch instinctively, seeking more friction. He chuckled darkly, the rumbling sound vibrating against my neck where his lips ghosted along my pulse point.

“Look at that. So wet for me already,” he murmured approvingly. “You like this, sweetness?”

I could only nod mutely, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through me. No one had ever touched me this way. Slowly. Reverently. Teasingly.

Gio rewarded my silent plea by slipping his fingers beneath the cotton barrier. I gasped sharply as he made contact with my bare, molten flesh.

“Fuck, you’re not just wet, you’re soaked ,” he growled. “Is this all for me?”

It was a rhetorical question, but I breathed out a ‘yes’ anyway, knowing he needed to hear it. Hear me .

His deft fingers swirled through my slick folds with practiced ease, stroking and teasing until I was writhing shamelessly in his lap. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure lapped at my core. When he brushed over that aching little bundle of nerves, I cried out, shocked by how good it felt.

“Mmm, you like it when I touch your clit, sweetness?” Gio purred. “When I circle it? Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a delicious roll of his fingers, getting so, so close to where I needed him without touching me there again.

I mewled in frustration, squirming against his relentless teasing. Gio merely chuckled, dark and low, before finally relenting. His fingertips found that swollen little nub once more, rubbing tight, insistent circles that had my back arching sharply.

“Oh God… Gio!” I whimpered, clinging to him as the coil of tension inside me began to wind tighter and tighter.

His other hand gave my nipple one last pinch before he moved it to my hip, holding onto me while I writhed into his touch, seeking something… more .

He worked me over skillfully, never letting up on the exquisite pressure and friction.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Nothing had ever felt so good. Sex had never been like this before, and finally all those romance books and rom-coms made sense. This was what I had been missing. What had been stolen from me. A deep, dark corner of my mind thought I should be ashamed to be acting so brazenly lustful, but I tried to shove that insecurity down. There was something beautiful about being touched by someone who actually cared about me. Someone who only wanted to bring me pleasure.

It was like reclaiming a piece of myself. Gluing some of the broken pieces back together.

My pussy clenched, starkly empty, and I gasped as Gio played me like a harp, knowing exactly which notes to hit and when.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he rumbled in my ear. “Let go for me. Cum all over my fingers like the good girl I know you are.”

His dirty words only made the heat between my thighs blaze hotter. I was right on the edge, teetering precariously as Gio brought me higher with each flick. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more sweet torment, he plunged a finger inside me.

The stretch was everything I needed as he thrust into me over and over again, using his thumb to keep up the unrelenting assault on my clit. The glide was exquisite, and when he added a second finger and curled them , hitting an incredible spot deep along my inner wall, I absolutely shattered . I broke apart, coming with a strangled, blissful cry.

My core spasmed, pleasure coursing through my veins. Tingles raced through my entire body, making me feel alive. I was a strange mix of wild energy and utter relaxation.

“Fuck, sweetness,” Gio rasped, still strumming my overstimulated pussy, bringing me down slowly. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.”

I felt high, dreamy and light. My body trembled with aftershocks. Gio slowed but didn’t stop caressing me through the pulses. He held me close, peppering kisses along my neck, my jaw, my cheeks as I clung to him, overwhelmed.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin. “Just relax.”

I shuddered again at the endearment, struck by how much tenderness he was showing. This powerful, intense Alpha was treating me with such care and reverence. It was such a stark contrast to anything I’d ever known.

As the last ripples faded, I became aware of the slick mess coating his hand and my inner thighs. That was also new. A hot blush crept up my cheeks. Despite the intimacy we’d just shared, I felt a flare of embarrassment. But Gio merely rumbled a low, satisfied chuckle.

“Don’t you dare get shy on me now, sweetness,” he said gruffly. “You were so good for me. Took everything I gave you so beautifully.”

His praise sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, my body still thrumming with want. How was that even possible?

Before I could process the reaction, the front door of the penthouse suddenly burst open. My heart leapt into my throat as Dimitri, Marco, and Tommas strode inside, wearing matching grim expressions.

Raw, unadulterated relief soared through me at seeing them home safe until it dawned on me what they’d just walked in on. I froze, mortified at being caught in such an intimate position on Gio’s lap. Heat flooded my cheeks as I hurriedly tried to disentangle myself and find some semblance of composure. Gio merely tightened his arm around me, not bothering to conceal the evidence of our activities.

“What’s going on?” he demanded, his voice a low roll of thunder.

Dimitri’s nostrils flared as he took in the heavy scent of my perfume that hung in the air. Those chocolate-brown eyes darkened perceptibly when they landed on me, taking in my tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and rumpled clothing. Utterly embarrassed, I wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Instead of making me feel awkward, he offered me a gentle smile and continued into the room as if nothing was amiss. And maybe it wasn’t? This was all new, uncharted territory.

“We found Enzo,” Dimitri informed his brother.

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his words sank in.

“Alive?” Gio pressed, his fingers finally stilling inside me while he waited for the answer.

Marco sauntered around the couch, his gaze fixated on me. “A little battered and bruised, but nothing some time and tequila won’t fix.”

Gio resumed rhythmically strumming my sensitive flesh, making me gasp and wiggle on his lap.

“G-Gio…” I scolded, unsure if I was trying to stop him or spur him onward. Because sweet goddess of orgasms , what he was doing to me felt incredible.

Interpreting my plea for himself, his fingers continued their maddening dance, gliding in and out of my pussy effortlessly. He dragged them over every deliciously sensitive spot inside, curling them and adding pressure exactly where I needed it most. I squirmed in his lap, torn between bashfulness at doing this in front of an audience and the sheer bliss his touch was eliciting.

“G-Gio, your brothers….” I protested weakly, even as my hips rolled shamelessly into his palm.

“Don’t stop on our account, Butterfly.” Tommas hopped over the back of the couch and sprawled in his seat, making himself comfortable. “Learning what you’re ‘O’ face looks like is going to be the highlight of my day.”

“Besides, we can all scent just how turned on you are right now. If Gio doesn’t finish the job, I’m gonna have to do it myself.” Marco smirked as he sat on the opposite side of the couch, but at Dimitri’s arched brow, he quickly amended, “With your permission, of course.”

If it was possible to blush harder, I did.

“Let them watch,” Giovanni rumbled against the shell of my ear, and his gravelly tone sent goosebumps down my arms. “You’re ours, and fuck, sweetness, we’re one-thousand percent yours.”

His words ignited a fresh blaze of desire in my core. The idea of being claimed so brazenly, of surrendering so completely in front of these men, should have mortified me. But it only stoked the flames of my arousal higher.

These Alphas are safe , I reminded myself. And they’re yours. There was nothing more sacred than being scent matched. It was practically a red-stamp of commitment. And after years of dreaming of exactly this, I didn’t want to deny myself. This was something that couldn’t be stolen from me.

I was an Omega, and these were my Alphas.

But this moment? This moment was for me , and I was going to claim it for myself.

My focus returned to Gio, and I gave him a slight nod, canting my hips into his talented fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Dimitri moving until he had a direct view of us, leaning against the back of the couch, his gaze transfixed on the pleasure crossing my face.

I bit my lip, trying to strangle the whimper that rose up my throat as Gio’s thumb brushed over my swollen clit, setting off sparks of bliss that radiated through my core. His free hand moved to my ass, kneading it possessively, helping me rock against his thrusting fingers. Widening his thighs, which widened mine, he spread me further, giving himself room to make each plunge deeper.

“Look at her,” Gio demanded, unable to hide his desire behind the rasp of his timbre. “Isn’t she stunning when she’s coming undone for me?”

I shuddered at his words, heat pooling low in my belly. Somehow, the knowledge that they were watching only heightened the sensations coursing through me. Marco’s intense gaze burned into me, while Dimitri watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Tommas simply smiled and bit his lip in that sexy, masculine way, reaching down to adjust himself not so discreetly.

Gio’s fingers picked up their pace, curling and stroking with practiced precision. My breath came in ragged gasps as the coil of tension wound tighter and tighter. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure crested, washing over me in crashing waves that sent me tumbling over the edge once more. I cried out, quivering in my Alpha’s arms as he worked me through the intense climax. His touch never faltered, caressing me gently until the last spasms faded.

I collapsed against him, boneless and trembling. Every nerve ending felt electrified. My skin tingled while the endorphins turned my muscles languid and melty. Gio pressed soft, reverent kisses to my temple, murmuring soothing words as he gentled his touch.

I was vaguely aware of the other brothers watching us, their gazes heavy and hungry, but I only had eyes for Giovanni. He made me feel so cherished, so cared for. After years of loneliness and rejection, and months of torture and abuse, his tender affection was like a salve on my battered heart.

“T-Thank you,” I whispered, not sure what kind of decorum the moment called for.

Gio chuckled. “No. Thank you .”

I pushed against his chest until I was upright again and gazing down at him in confusion. “But you didn’t even get anything out of that.”

Those sinful lips tugged up in a crooked smirk as he leisurely withdrew his hand from my shorts. “Sure I did,” he promised, the green in his hazel eyes burning a little brighter.

To my absolute shock, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“I got dessert,” he teased, and yet, I could tell he was absolutely serious.

The blood that was slowly returning to the rest of my body all rushed south again. My clit pulsed and my legs shook as I tried to remember how to breathe.

I scrambled off Giovanni’s lap, my face burning bright red. My thighs were slick and my core still throbbed. I was a hot mess from head to toe.

Trying to regain some composure, I tugged my shorts back into place and smoothed my rumpled top. But it was no use—the potent scent of arousal clung to me like a second skin. I was sure I looked positively bedraggled.

The Alpha males regarded me with dark, hooded gazes that made me very, very aware of how little my pajamas covered, and what they’d just witnessed their brother do to me.

Dimitri’s eyes smoldered with a primal hunger while Marco seemed ready to give chase. Tommas smirked as he openly ogled me, as if he wanted to know what I tasted like. And Giovanni? He looked as smug as a cat who’d just finished a bowl of fresh cream.

Each of them exuded an aura of barely restrained desire.

I needed to get out of here before all my bravery turned into anxiety about what I’d done. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I gave them all a sheepish smile. “I, uh, I think I’m going to head to bed now. It’s been a long day and I could use some rest.”

Giovanni knew I was running, and he murmured a soft sound of disappointment, but didn’t try to stop me. “Of course, Dolcezza. Get some sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

The promise in his words sent warmth blooming through my chest. I was certain they would be. These four Alphas had made it clear they weren’t going to let me slip away. Not now. Not ever.

Which is why you have nothing to be ashamed of , I told myself as my embarrassment morphed into its more sinister cousin—shame.

With a nod, I hurried towards the hallway, desperate to escape their hungry gazes and process—or, more likely, overthink—everything that had transpired. But as I reached the staircase, Dimitri’s deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Kitania.”

I glanced back, my heart pounding. The way he said my name, all rough edges and molten desire, left me weak-kneed.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.

I swallowed hard, unable to form a coherent response. Nodding jerkily, I quickly jogged up the stairs and made a beeline for my room, practically running the last few steps.

Once the door was firmly shut behind me, I leaned back against it, chest heaving, wondering what the hell I’d just done.

And why I wanted to do it again… soon .