16. Olive
16
OLIVE
I tried to stay inside my house while the alphas were working. I really, truly did. But the minutes ticked by soooo slowly, and my omega was whining about needing to be close to them.
Finally, I broke.
I looked at the clock. Great, I’d lasted forty-five minutes since they arrived this morning.
I rolled my eyes, frustrated with myself. My omega had been quiet these past few years, ever since the incident , but she seemed to be blossoming now and had lots of opinions about what I should do with these alphas. And her fantasies revolved around sitting on thick knots and having endless orgasms.
I headed to the door but stopped and turned to check myself in the full-length mirror. I’d put on fishnet tights and a brown plaid skirt with a rust sweater tucked into the front. I twisted from side to side. Did it look like I was trying too hard? I thought the tights were cute, but did they too obviously shout, Hello, I’m fishing for dick ? It had been a while since my last hookup. They’d never been amazing—I’d stuck to betas and never trusted them enough to say what I actually wanted—but they’d scratched an itch. My thing with Finn in the theater, for how shittily it ended, had awoken… err, my pussy for lack of better words.
I sighed. I just wanted to feel good.
I tugged at my sweater. It did a decent job hiding my round belly, but there wasn’t much I could do to cover my wide hips or thick thighs. I’d always been curvy, but my medical condition made it almost impossible to lose weight. My mom had never spoken poorly about her own body or mine or anyone else’s. My eyes flicked to the picture of me with my parents that I kept on the mantel, and I blinked quickly to keep my eyes from watering. My parents had taught me I was worthy and valuable, and I wasn’t about to let anyone convince me otherwise.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder and marched to the front door. It was another bright, sunny day, but the air was still a little chilly. Winter would be here before I knew it, and as soon as I figured out how to work the fireplace, my little cottage would be nice and cozy.
I rounded the lighthouse, coming to a stop when I saw Lars leaning over a table they had set up outside.
Shirtless.
The alpha was shirtless .
My brain turned completely blank while a dramatic slideshow of shirtless Lars flashed before my eyes. His chest was so broad I didn’t think I’d be able to get my arms around him, but I was desperate to try. There was a dusting of blond hair leading my eyes down to his low-slung jeans. The table was blocking me from seeing anything lower. I shamelessly stood on my tiptoes to see if that would give me a better view. His arms flexed as he leaned over the table. My breathing sped up and warmth shot down my stomach into my core. I swear my mouth was practically watering.
As if he sensed my eyes on him, he looked up. A slow grin spread across his face, and his eyes were dark and heated.
“Want to see, sweetheart?”
I froze. Was he talking about his chest? Or something lower ? He chuckled and gestured at the papers on the table. “It’s a blueprint of the lighthouse. ”
My cheeks heated until they felt like they were on fire, but I stumbled forward until I was standing in front of Lars. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were so blue it was like the whole ocean was in there. The wind blew my hair over my face and he brushed it away, cupping both my cheeks. I caught a hint of my perfume in the wind. It seemed the No-NonScent Deodorant didn’t stand a chance against Lars.
His hands moved to my shoulders, and he gently turned me so I was facing the blueprint, which was pinned to the table by rocks. He placed his hands on the table, caging me in with his body.
His lips brushed my ear. “We try to get as much information as possible about the original design and materials before we start any restoration work.”
He continued explaining their process and I was sure whatever he was saying was very important, but I didn’t absorb a single word. His chest brushed my back, heat radiating off him like a furnace. I shifted my weight to my other leg, accidentally scooting back a tiny bit in the process so I was more firmly pressed against him. Lars’s arms moved closer together until I was trapped between them. He smelled so good, like enchanting forests and bonfires on cool nights. I tipped my head back and ran my nose down the column of his throat.
“How’re you doing today, sweetheart?” His deep voice rumbled through his chest.
“Good.” I wasn’t about to admit that I’d missed him last night. That I’d dreamed of him tucking me into my nest before wrapping his arms around me.
His hand collared my throat from behind, gently holding me in place as he leaned down and kissed my jaw. The move was so intense, so fucking possessive . My legs felt like jelly, and I leaned more of my weight into Lars.
“You smell so good, little omega. So sweet.” He inhaled like he was about to say something, but we were interrupted by the door opening. Easton stumbled out of the lighthouse, his eyes fixed on us.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I jumped and tried to move away from Lars, but his arms kept me in place. And then Easton was there, bringing a mouthwatering wave of chocolate hazelnut over me. Lars rotated me so I was facing Easton and I was pressed between their bodies.
I swallowed. “Lars was showing me the blueprints.”
Easton grinned. “Yes, I can see a lot of really important work is being done here.” His hands dropped to my hips, and I inhaled sharply. I wanted them closer, needed to be pressed tight between them until I couldn’t breathe anything except their delicious scents. Easton was wearing a shirt and I wanted to tear it off with my bare hands and lick his skin.
His fingers trailed up my side, tracing my curves and rolls, until they gently gripped my chin. “Oh, Olive.”
My chest squeezed. He said my name like it was something precious.
He lowered his forehead to mine. “Please, Olive, I’m begging you. Put me out of my misery. Just one kiss, one taste of your sweetness. I won’t survive without it.”
My lips parted and I brushed my cheek against his, his stubble rubbing against my skin. My breath hitched. Was I dreaming?
Well, if this was a dream, I might as well take advantage.
“Yes,” I murmured. “Easton, yes .” The voice in the back of my head piped up, telling me I would regret this, that it would only cause me more pain and rejection down the road…
Easton ran his strong fingers down my jaw. Ever so slowly, he tilted my chin up, and then his lips were against mine. I’d expected Easton’s kiss to be as exuberant as the alpha, but it was slow, gentle, and exactly perfect. As if he knew exactly what I needed. I leaned into him, wrapping my fingers in his soft brown curls. When he pulled away, I was breathless and desperate for more, all thoughts in my head silenced.
“Even sweeter than I thought.” Easton placed little kisses down the side of my face. His lips dropped to my ear. “I wonder if other parts of you are this sweet.” I shivered in pleasure, and then Lars’s hands were on my waist as he turned me to face him. His eyes crinkled with his smile.
“Now you’ve done it. He might say he just wants one kiss, but I’ve never known Easton to just want one of anything.” He ran his fingers through my hair and twisted it around his hand, giving him control. “Especially something as perfect as this.”
He tugged on my hair, sending a shiver through me. Before I could overthink my actions, I ran my hands up Lars’s chest, feeling every ridge of muscle. We both groaned.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said before pressing his lips to mine. I melted into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss.
Easton was pressed to my back, his hard cock nestled against me. And then his hands were gripping my ass hard.
Lars tightened his hold on my hair, tugging slightly to break our kiss. I whined, and he chuckled. “Our little needy omega. What should we do with her, Easton?”
“I say we strip her down right here and make her come on our cocks before filling her up. Preferably more than once.”
A whimper slipped through my lips.
“Do you want that? Will you let us make you feel good?” Lars asked.
I bit my lip and glanced at the lighthouse. “Where’s Finn?”
“He went to Briar’s Landing to source materials,” Lars said. “Won’t be back for the rest of the day.”
I should be grateful he wasn’t here. It was easier not to face him, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Finn was intentionally avoiding me, and it made me feel strangely crushed. I should walk away from this, from them. The last time I got involved with someone in this pack, it ended up with me feeling discarded. But the swirl of scents around me made it hard to think clearly, and my body craved them.
Easton pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and I wished I wasn’t wearing such a thick sweater. “What’s going on between you and Finn, sunshine?”
I shook my head.
What happened was between Finn and me. He’d accepted my revenge. Ate my pickle.
Fuck. Even that sounded dirty right now.
“Mmm,” Easton said, sounding like he didn’t believe me. I tensed, waiting for him to insist I tell them, but his fingers trailed under my skirt. “These fucking tights. So sexy. Did you wear these just for us?”
Lars groaned when I nodded, pressing his face to the top of my head and breathing in. His hand moved down to cup my breasts, his large hands covering them as he squeezed. “Will you let us make you feel good, sweetheart?”
“You want to?” My voice came out high and insecure.
Easton and Lars growled in unison, pressing their bodies tight to me until I could barely breathe. I loved it. They were both rock-hard against me, and slick drenched my underwear.
“Now that we’ve answered that question,” Lars said, his fingers kneading my hips, “do you want to move inside?”
My breath hitched as I was filled with unexpected anxiety at the thought of bringing them into my house. It was stupid. I should just do it. Invite them inside. It wasn’t a big deal.
Shouldn’t be a big deal.
But my personal space was sacred to me, and if I let them inside and this didn’t work out? It might not feel so safe anymore.
“Wait,” Easton said. “I have just the thing.” He took off running—flinging the lighthouse door open and coming back seconds later with a large blanket. “I brought it so we could have a picnic.” He was breathless as he slid to a stop in front of us. “I didn’t know omega would be on the menu.” He waggled his brows.
Lars and I both crinkled our noses.
“Bro, you could have worded that better.”
“Yeah, now I’m worried about cannibalism,” I said.
“Oh, I do want to eat you. But you’ll like it,” Easton said with an exaggerated wink as he tried to lay the blanket down.
“Fuck’s sake,” Lars muttered. “At least I have better game than him.” He leaned down and fixed the corner of the blanket.
I covered my smile with my hand. In my experience, sex was serious and stressful. This already felt so different.
I let out a squeal as Easton pulled me down, making sure I landed on top of him. My breasts pressed against his hard chest, and he moved his legs in between mine so my hips were spread wide.
“This is the fucking best view I’ve ever seen.” Lars’s deep voice behind me was the only warning before he flipped my skirt up and palmed my ass. His large hands gripped me hard. “I think she’s trying to kill us. Wearing this tiny little thong that barely covers anything.”
Easton swore. “You should see the view from down here,” he said, his eyes fixed on my breasts.
My omega started taking over, another whine rising out of my throat as I became desperate to feel their skin against mine.
“Okay, baby, I’ve got the hint.” Easton laughed as he brushed my desperate hands aside and pushed himself into a seated position, keeping me tight against his lap. The change in position meant my pussy was pressed right against his cock. My breathing sped up and a burst of slick soaked the inside of my thighs. Lars’s hands were there, slipping under my skirt and gripping my inner thighs and slick-drenched tights.
“I need these off.” His voice was a growl, feral with want, and I knew exactly how he felt. Easton and Lars moved me like I was a doll, stripping me of all my clothes until the three of us lay on our sides, naked on the blanket. I was pinned between them too tightly to see much of their bodies, but the feel of their skin against mine was everything . They ran their hands down my body and I tensed, wondering how they would react to seeing me naked.
Easton let out a moan and pressed hot kisses down my neck. “You’re perfection. Straight out of my dreams.”
He kissed my breasts and then took a nipple into his mouth. I arched against him, letting out a low moan when he gently bit down. The spark of pain went straight to my core. I threw my head back, resting it against Lars’s chest. A deep vibration started behind me, and it took me a moment to understand what it was—Lars was purring. The sound melted all my tension and turned me to putty.
His hands followed the trail of Easton’s kisses, cupping and squeezing. “I love this,” he moaned, hand on my stomach. I squirmed a bit, but he just held me tighter. “You are a fucking goddess.” He kissed the spot behind my ear, and I squirmed again, but not out of self-consciousness this time.
Easton moved until his face was level with my pussy. He paused for a moment, spreading my lips with his fingers and just looked .
“Easton,” I whined.
“I want to memorize everything about you. I want to know the shape of you, the feel of you. You are my obsession, Olive.” Before I could respond, he dove in, licking a long line up my pussy before taking my clit into his mouth and sucking. Lars pulled my leg over his, opening me up more for Easton.
“Good girl,” Lars murmured. “Just relax and let Easton make you feel good.” His tight grip pinned me in place, making movement impossible. A cool breeze kissed my feverish skin, and the salt in the air joined the alphas’ scents in an intoxicating blend of earth and sweetness.
Easton continued eating me, circling my clit with his tongue, as he reached up a hand and played with my nipples. My orgasm built, and I was grinding back on Lars. His hard cock slipped between my thighs. My core clenched, feeling way too empty and desperate to be filled. I mumbled something incoherent as I reached back and tried to grab Lars’s cock.
“Needy little omega,” he said. “You need me to fill you up? To stretch that sweet little pussy and fill you with my cum?”
I nodded, but any words were cut off as Easton pinched my nipple and sucked hard on my clit at the same time, making me come with a rush of slick. I was jelly, completely spent but greedy for more.
Lars groaned. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Fuck.” The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He nuzzled the side of my face, his beard rough against my skin. “You sure, sweetheart? We can stop.”
I let out a snarl. My cheeks instantly heated. I had never made a sound like that before.
“I think she’s telling you she’s not done,” Easton said. He moved back up my body and cupped my face. “Isn’t that right, baby? You need to be filled by your alphas?”
“Yes. Please .”
“Don’t make her beg, brother,” Easton said. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
I giggled, Lars groaned, and then he was pressing inside me. My eyes widened. His cock was so large it felt like it was splitting me apart. For a moment I wondered if I could do this, take all of him, and then Easton’s fingers were on my clit.
“Just relax, baby. You can take him. You were made for us.”
I took a deep breath and relaxed, surrendering to them. With another thrust, Lars was seated fully. His cock hit a spot deep inside me that caused me to cry out. Sparks of electric pleasure shot through me, making me tremble. I pressed my ass against the alpha, feeling the swell of his knot against my butt cheeks.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?”
I smiled at the question, feeling so safe with these two alphas. I knew the second I said stop, they would do it, no question. “Yes,” I gasped. I tried to thrust back into Lars, but I was pinned too tightly between the two of them.
“What a good girl. Such a fucking good girl,” Lars said. “Your tight little pussy is gripping me so hard.” Then he froze. “Shit. Condom?”
“IUD,” I choked out with a gasp.
A feral growl filled his chest. Without warning, he pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into me, hard. I was pushed against Easton, who twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled me in for a bruising kiss. Lars continued thrusting in and out, molding my pussy to the shape of his large cock and sending more shocks of pleasure through me until I was on the verge of coming again. Easton’s cock leaked precum on my stomach, and it was enough to make me feral. I managed to snake my hand down so I could grip his cock with my hand. He swore, hips thrusting into my hand.
“You want both of us, baby?”
I squeezed his cock tighter, words escaping me. And then I was being moved again, this time onto my hands and knees. Lars somehow stayed inside me the whole time. He thrust inside me again, and my arms almost buckled. He was so much deeper in this position. I cried out and panted and whined, and then Easton was kneeling in front of me, his cock level with my mouth.
His hand came to my jaw and squeezed. “Our little omega, being so good for us. Open up for me, baby. ”
I took the tip of his cock in my mouth eagerly, sucking his sweet precum. Lars thrust again, pushing me further onto Easton’s cock. My eyes watered, but the next thrust I was ready for him, taking a deep breath before he pressed to the back of my throat.
Both alphas swore and picked up the pace, and I loved knowing that I was doing that, I was the one making them lose control.
Lars bent over my back and cupped my breasts. “Are you going to come for us, sweetheart? I want to feel you strangling my cock.”
My body trembled with the stimulation and pleasure and all of it. I was so close to coming, my orgasm hovering just out of reach. And then Lars’s fingers were on my clit, and it was enough to push me over the edge. My arms collapsed, and Easton’s cock slipped out of my mouth as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
“Fuck, I want to come inside you,” Easton said. Lars pulled me up so I was sitting back on his thick thighs, his cock still buried inside me.
“Come inside me,” I moaned. “Both of you.”
Both alphas cursed. My mind was hazy with pleasure, the world around me taking on an almost unreal quality as the head of Easton’s cock pressed inside my pussy, fighting for space alongside Lars’s. The pressure was enormous and there was a sting as he continued pressing in, but I welcomed it. I wanted to be sore, to feel the evidence that this wasn’t all in my imagination.
Lars collared my throat, keeping me upright. “I’m going to come.” His chest rumbled with a growl as he thrust inside me. Once . Twice . And then the two alphas came at the same time, their hot cum filling me.
We stayed there, kneeling on the blanket outside the lighthouse, breathing hard.
“Holy shit.” Easton finally broke the silence. “Did that just happen?”
Lars chuckled, kissing the side of my face before pulling out of me. Easton followed, and my omega whined as cum dripped down my thighs. She didn’t want to lose any of it.
Easton pressed two fingers inside me, plugging me. “Is that what you need, baby?”
I made a satisfied noise as I sucked a patch of skin on his neck. I kept my eyes closed as the alphas arranged me so I was lying down again. Lars pulled me on top of his chest, holding tight. Easton lay beside us, keeping his fingers in my pussy.
Lars stroked his hands up and down my spine. “Are you okay, Olive?”
I nodded and pressed my face to his throat, soaking in his scent.
“Mmm, not feeling very verbal, sweetheart?” he asked.
I shook my head and pressed myself tighter against his chest, breathing in lungfuls of earthy pine and sea. I shivered when the wind picked up, goosebumps rising on my skin.
“Come here, baby,” Easton said. I kept my eyes closed as he slipped a warm sweater over me. It smelled like chocolate and hazelnuts and warm pastries and everything good. I made a happy little sound, wiggling so I was pressed tight between them. My last thought before I drifted to sleep was that I never wanted to leave this spot.