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Darren stands, offering me his hand. "Should we move somewhere more comfortable?"

I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. The others rise as well, moving with that strange, synchronized grace they seem to share. As if they can read each other's intentions without a word.

I can't help but wonder how that plays out in the bedroom.

"My room has the biggest bed," Jax offers, his gray eyes meeting mine. "If that's alright with you."

I nod, suddenly nervous but excited by the same token. "Lead the way."

Jax's bedroom is exactly what I would expect from him. It's spacious, tastefully furnished in rich, masculine tones, with a massive king-sized bed as the centerpiece. The sheets lookexpensive, a deep charcoal gray that complements the room's color scheme.

I stand just inside the doorway, five men arrayed around me, and for a moment I wonder if I've gotten in over my head. Then Darren's hand finds mine, squeezing gently, and the momentary anxiety fades. I'm exactly where I want to be.

"How do you want to do this?" Jax asks, his voice calm and steady, grounding me further.

I consider for a moment, then decide honesty is the best policy. "I'm not sure," I admit. "I haven't exactly done this before. With multiple partners, I mean."

"Neither have we," Aidan reminds me, his smile reassuring. "Not as a pack, at least."

"So we'll all discover this as we go," Zayn adds, moving closer. "But I have a few ideas, if you're interested."

"I'm all ears," I say, curious about what he has in mind.

"Let us worship you," he suggests, his dark eyes intense on mine. "One at a time, or all together. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"Worship me?" I echo, the phrase sending a shiver through me.

"You're our mate," Dmitri says simply, as if that explains everything.

"Let us show you what that means," Darren adds, his blue eyes warm on mine. "Let us give you pleasure."

The offer is tempting. Beyond tempting. Five skilled men focused entirely on my pleasure? What woman would say no to that?

"Yes," I agree, my voice steadier than I feel. "I'd like that."

Zayn steps forward, his movements fluid as he reaches for the hem of my sweater. "May I?" he asks, fingers brushing the fabric.

I nod, lifting my arms to help as he carefully pulls the sweater up and over my head, leaving me in my simple black bra. His eyes gleam as they sweep over my newly exposed skin, appreciation evident in his gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing a light path along my collarbone.

Dmitri moves next, kneeling before me to remove my shoes. His movements are gentle as he helps me step out of them. He looks up at me from his position near the floor but still nearly at eye level, those piercing blue eyes somehow both respectful and hungry at the same time.

I'm starting to see why they call him the Wolf.

Aidan approaches from behind, his hands gentle as they gather my hair, lifting it away from my neck. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms. "Is this okay?" he whispers, and I nod, not trusting my voice.

Jax and Darren watch from a few feet away, their gazes intent, waiting their turn. There's something powerful about having these alphas waiting patiently, deferring to my comfort and pace.

Zayn's hands move to the button of my jeans, pausing there. "Let's get these off."

"Please," I manage, the word catching slightly in my throat.

He smiles, something knowing and slightly predatory in the curve of his lips as he deftly unfastens my jeans and slides the zipper down. With a gentle tug, he helps me step out of them, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I should feel exposed. Instead, I feel sexy as hell. Five pairs of eyes are fixed on me with varying degrees of heat and hunger, five powerful bodies practically coiled with desire, all for me. A beta. A woman who's been told she's not enough more times than she cares to count.

Here, now, I am enough. More than enough. I am desired, adored, worshipped.