Claimed by the Alphas: Part Three by Viola Rivard

CHAPTER ONE
     
    She woke gradually, drifting between sleep and reality. Various sensations brushed against the edge of her consciousness. A caress along the curve of her neck. Something warm and wet travelling up her belly and towards the swell of her breasts. Sharp canines gently scraping across delicate flesh. A heated mouth latching onto a hardening bud of pleasure. She moaned, squirming restlessly against the assault.
    Waking up had become Mila Foster’s favorite new thing.
    The canines moved up until they captured the sensitive pad of flesh at her ear. A hand worked its way between her thighs, fingers slipping past the nest of curls to find the part of her that was already growing wet with need.
    She didn’t have to open her eyes to know which of her alphas was handling her where. After three nights of sharing her bed with the two males, she knew them by touch alone.
    Asch liked to work her slowly , bringing her awake with teasing touches and soft nips as he nuzzled her neck. His fingers were nothing short of incredible, and in just a few short days the man had found every erogenous patch of flesh she knew she had, and even a few she hadn’t known about.
    Caim loved her breasts. He went to sleep with one in his hand eac h morning, and each evening when he woke, his hungry mouth would seek her out, marveling in her chest as if it were the first time he had experienced it.
    The two wolves were completely insatiable. They woke up hard and ready for her every night, immediately seeking to pleasure her awake. For the first time in her life, Mila woke up to a reality that was more amazing than anything she could ’ve ever dreamed of.
    And then it quickly devolved into a nightmare.
    She stiffened as she felt Caim’s finger sink inside of her. He flexed within her, and then let out a rumbling sound of pleasure against her breast. Against her better judgment, she arched into his touch, her overstimulated body craving the friction.
    Predictably, Caim took this as an invitation. He grunted, removing his finger and placing his hand on her bare hip in an attempt to nudge her onto her side. Asch stopped his ministrations abruptly, slapping a hand down onto Caim’s.
    “No,” Asch growled.
    Here they go again.
    Mila cracked an eye open to see Asch and Caim locked in a heated glaring match. The tension between them was palpable, and two days ago it had scared the crap out of Mila. Today, it just annoyed the hell out of her.
    She was starting to think that the planets must have been aligned for some sort of mystical harmony the first time they’d had sex together. Either that, or they had just been on their best behavior because she had been so obviously intimidated. Whatever the reason, both males had been completely insufferable since then.
    Caim jerked her hip back in an attempt to loosen Asch’s hand. Asch wasn’t letting go. His voice low and threatening, he said, “You had her first the last time.”
    Mila threw an arm over her heated face and groaned.
    Asch was supposed to be the diplomatic one. He was typically the less dominant of the two alphas, and usually let his much less amicable counterpart do as he pleased. Somewhere between the first time they had sex and around, oh, six hours later, he had turned into an uncompromising, possessive psycho.
    Caim raised himself up on one arm, giving Asch a measuring look.
    “I will have her first every morning,” he declared, and then smugly added, “I am not willing to negotiate on this.”
    Mila was seriously going to punch him if he said that one more, goddamn time. In the past three days they had discovered a very extensive list of things that Caim was ‘not willing to negotiate on.’
    “You may touch her breasts, but not with your mouth . I am not willing to negotiate on this.”
    “You are not permitted to sleep with clothes on, human. I am not willing to negotiate on this.”
    “You may only mark her body above the neck. I am not willing to negotiate on