Cursed Love (The Vallaverse)

27. Koa

Koa

I shut myself in the room I claimed, preparing to pass out and ignore the annoying, impending doom of my heat. But a few hours later, I’m laying there, wide awake, unable to find rest. It’s too empty, too quiet. The scent lingering on the pillows is faint compared to the real thing and I hate it. I’ve always slept alone, always preferred my space, but now it feels foreign, wrong. Tonight in their office, curled up with them, I felt like I belonged somewhere. Now? Now I feel cold.

I grab Pillow A and Pillow B, hugging them to my chest like they’ll somehow make up for the absence of them . But it’s not enough. My feet hit the floor, and before I know it, I’m stalking down the hall, the faint hum of voices pulling me forward like a magnet.

Their scents hit me first, stronger now, mingled together into something that’s undeniably them . Pine, cedarwood, and that earthy musk that feels like home. I find them in the back bedroom, the door slightly ajar. I peek in, clutching my pillows tighter as my cheeks heat.

Amel’s in the middle of the bed, sprawled out. Hunter’s on one side, his broad frame taking up way too much space, while Moses is on the other, his long limbs draped casually over the blanket. They’re all naked, their bare skin catching the soft glow of the bedside lamp and I suddenly feel like I’ve walked in on something I shouldn’t have.

My breath catches and I shift on my feet, debating whether I should just turn around and go back to my empty nest. But before I can decide, Amel’s eyes snap open, his sharp gaze landing on me.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep as he props himself up on one elbow. “What are you doing skulking around in the hall?”

I shrink back a little, my face burning as I hug the pillows tighter. “I, uh... I didn’t want to sleep alone,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face as he sits up further, holding out a hand. “Come here.”

I hesitate for half a second before stepping into the room, the warmth of their scents pulling me forward. Amel grabs my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine as he tugs me gently toward the bed.

Hunter groans, his voice muffled as he shifts slightly. “What’s going on?”

“Our Omega came to sleep with us,” Amel replies, a playful edge to his tone as he nudges Hunter with his foot. “Move over, you big lug.”

Hunter cracks one eye open, his gaze landing on me. A slow grin spreads across his face as he shifts to make room, his voice a deep rumble. “Took you long enough.”

Moses doesn’t say anything, but he shifts too, his gaze softening as he watches me climb onto the bed. Amel pulls me into the space between him and Hunter, his arms wrapping around me as I settle in.

“This better?” he murmurs, his voice soft in my ear.

I nod, my body relaxing instantly as their warmth surrounds me. “Yeah,” I whisper. “This is better.” A few seconds later, I realize why my instincts were yelling at me to come in here because now I can’t get comfortable, heat flooding through my body.

My skin feels too tight, too hot, like every nerve is on fire. And they’re all so close, their scents overwhelming me—pine, cedarwood, earth. It’s intoxicating, the perfect cocktail of them that makes me want to crawl out of my own skin and into theirs.

Amel chuckles beside me, his deep, silky voice cutting through the haze in my head. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over my arm. “You’re squirming like a little fish out of water. You need some relief?”

“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head even as my thighs press together instinctively. It’s a lie. I need it—desperately. But admitting that feels like losing, like giving up the last shred of control I’m clinging to. Even so, slick gathers between my thighs and I curse myself for not wearing panties to bed.

Hunter’s laughter rumbles through his chest, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulls me closer. “You sure about that?” he teases, his lips brushing against my temple. “Because your scent says otherwise.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, glaring at him even though my voice comes out weak, breathy. I’m anything but fine, and they all know it. I wait for the panic to start, the fear that someone is behind me, holding me here but it doesn’t come. Almost as if with the right person, it’s easier to let go. I lean back against him, letting myself relax before more slick gushes between my thighs.

I groan, slapping a hand over my face as mortification floods my entire body. “Gods,” I whisper, my voice muffled. “Kill me now.”

“You know,” Hunter drawls, his lips quirking into a smirk as his hand slides to rest on my hip, “you can’t fight this forever. We’re right here. All you have to do is ask.”

"Fuck," I breathe, my eyes slamming shut as Amel's strong, warm fingers delve between my legs. His fingers brush over my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly before he slides two of them inside me.

I arch my back, my head thudding against Hunter’s chest. "God, Amel," I pant, gripping the sheets around me. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My walls clench around his fingers, a silent invitation for more.

He chuckles low in his throat, and I bite my lip to muffle a moan. "Impatient?" he teases before curling his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sends me reeling. I whimper, my toes curling as the sensations rush through me like wildfire.

"You're so wet for me," he grunts, his breath hot in my ear. "So fucking tight too." His words only fan the flames between my legs and I can't help but grind against his hand.

"I... I need you," I whimper, no longer caring about maintaining any semblance of control. All I want is to feel him inside me, claiming me as his own.

Amel growls in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I've got you," he assures me before removing his fingers from inside me with a wet pop. He positions himself at my entrance and then he pushes in, slow and steady, stretching me with his girth. I bite my lip to muffle a moan, my nails digging further into the sheets.

"That's it," Amel grunts, his breath hot against my neck as he buries himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. "Fuck, you feel incredible." His hips begin to rock in slow, deep motions, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Hunter's heated presence at my back only serves to fan the flames of my arousal, his cock pressing against my ass teasingly. The mere thought of being filled by both of them at once sends shivers down my spine, my body aching for more.

As if reading my thoughts, Hunter nibbles on the nape of my neck, the bite just enough to leave a pleasant sting, before whispering those filthy words about claiming me completely. His fingers trail down to my puckered entrance, circling and teasing the uncharted territory. "Soon," he growls into my ear, the promise laced with both hunger and possession. "We'll have you begging for it."

Hearing his depraved plans has me arching my back, silently offering myself to them even more. My slick drips down onto the sheets below, coating both Amel's and my thighs as he begins to move again—this time slower, lazier, as if he wants to draw out every single second of this exquisite torture.

"That's it, sweet girl," he pants against my ear.

My body shudders with pleasure as I let go, whimpering with relief as the heat dissipates. Amel continues fucking into me until he thrusts one last time, his knot expanding inside of me. He spills into me, seconds before I feel warmth against my ass, Hunter still nibbling my ear. “Couldn’t help myself, Koa. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

I wriggle between them, a mess of cum and slick now just as I come again, my face scrunching up as the pleasure shoots through me. Hunter rocks himself against my back, his knot throbbing against my ass.

“I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up, baby girl,” Hunter muses, leaving a soft kiss to the back of my neck before he disappears. I murmur a thanks but I’m already falling asleep on Amel’s knot, curling into the safety I’m falling in love with.

Moses throws an arm over the both of us, tugging us closer. “Next time it’s my turn.” I don’t even have the energy to laugh before sleep takes over.