Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
Issa
T hree days after our rodeo date and I was still floating on cloud nine. Amir was…
My cheeks heated until I pressed my cool hands against them. Amir was amazing. He was flirty like Ax, sweet like Cyrus, dominant like Enzo…and played my body like a well-tuned instrument.
Three days later and I was still glowing from the three orgasms he’d managed to pull from me while we’d made love on the couch.
Or fucked. Had sex. Whatever. It was too early to refer to it as making love. Right?
When we’d finally left my room and I’d given him the tour of the rest of the house, including the omega quarters and nest, he’d demanded a test run and eaten me until I’d cried out and almost collapsed onto the cushioned floor of the nest.
Four freaking orgasms from Amir. Four that day . I wasn’t counting how he’d made me feel the night we’d met.
Since that day, my alphas had become more affectionate, running their fingers through my hair, hugging me from behind, dragging me to sit on their lap on our downtime when we were able to relax and watch movies.
Amir and I texted or talked on the phone several times a day as we tried to figure out another time for a group date. The two of us could always hang out around the house or I could even go to his house, but I’d felt bad about stealing so much of his attention that night when all four of us were supposed to be courting him in hopes of him joining our pack.
Our pack. My pack. That night was the first night I’d finally allowed myself to accept the fact these alphas cared about me, that they wanted me as their beta, that this wasn’t a temporary solution until I could get past my trauma enough to leave the house in search of a job and get my own place.
Have you said anything yet?
I smiled down at my phone, rolling onto my stomach and kicking my feet like a teenager.
They’re at work.
You cant tell me theyve been at work for three days straight.
Amir had been coaching me – translation: he was trying to give me the courage to ask the alphas for a few changes to my room since I planned to stay.
Honestly, even if the alphas hadn’t been adamant about me being theirs, their beta, about living here with them and being pack, I would have had a hard time picturing myself anywhere else. With or without the romantic connection, I’d felt more at peace and safer in the few months with them than I had my entire life.
No they havent been at work three days straight. Smartass.
Talk to them tonight.
Itll be too late. I dont wanna nag them when they worked all night.
After a second of those little bubbles dancing, a face palm gif popped up on my phone and made me giggle.
As much as I wished he was here with me, texting like this made me feel…normal. I was a little old for this kind of relationship, but it was something I’d never had the chance to experience in my younger years. My parents had sold me off to Antonio practically the day after I graduated high school. And I sure as hell wasn’t allowed to date before then.
Losing my virginity to someone like Antonio…I’d wondered if I would ever actually enjoy sex with another alpha.
I still wondered that, honestly. It scared me. The thought of Enzo or Ax or even Cyrus losing themselves to their hindbrain, forgetting I was a beta and not built for a knot…
The fact a knot actually caused me pain never stopped Antonio. That was something I’d never told my new alphas. And probably never would. Why dredge up the past when all it would do was make them angry?
Not at me, of course, but for me. Not that it made a difference. Regardless of the fact I knew the three men in my life would never hurt me, my fight or flight actually kicked into gear when an alpha showed even a hint of anger .
Know what thats called? An excuse.
I sent him an emoji with its tongue out.
What about the other thing?
I stared down at the little conversation bubble and chewed on my bottom lip. He’d been coaching me on how to approach the alphas, how to just walk right up to them and plant a big kiss on their lips. Or to crawl into their bed and seduce them.
No matter what Amir or the alphas said, I still didn’t see myself as sexy. And I sure as hell didn’t see myself as seductive. Where my sister, Cora, had been raised and groomed to serve her alphas, I was more or less an afterthought, even though I was older than my sister and the first-born daughter after four big brothers.
I’d known my parents would arrange my bonding as they had for my beta brothers, but I’d thought they would at least prepare me for life a little better.
Who was I kidding? Cora had been sent off to school for omegas. I’d finished high school after being raised by nannies, then all but forgotten. Most of my memories of life after I’d left my family pack were hazy due to how often Antonio kept me doped to the gills with one sedative or another. I’d even suffered some withdrawals the first few weeks living with Cora and her pack.
Apparently, Amir got tired of waiting for me to respond. My phone vibrated with an incoming FaceTime call.
Unable to wipe the smile from my face, I accepted the call.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said the moment our faces came onto the screen.
My cheeks heated and I dipped my eyes for a second. When he said those words, I actually believed them, believed him , believed he thought I was beautiful and worth something more than my past experiences.
“Thank you,” I said when I finally looked back at the screen.
He was on his bed, his back against the headboard, his long, curly hair pulled back away from his face.
The memories of running my fingers through his hair as he’d knelt in the nest and licked me until I’d almost screamed his name sent fire licking through my veins.
“I’m going to tell you something my mom told me – people can’t read minds. That includes alphas. And since you four aren’t bonded yet– " He cocked a brow at me as though to remind me of speaking my mind and asking one of them to cover Antonio’s mark. “They won’t feel your emotions, won’t feel your needs. You have to use your words, Habibi .”
Tilting my head, I let my eyes drink in the sight of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but the screen cut off around his shoulders, so I didn’t get a full view. I still hadn’t seen him fully naked yet and I wanted to…badly.
“What language is that? Habibi?”
“Arabic. I’m a Greek Arab. Mom’s Greek. Dad’s family is from Syria. My grandparents came over here as refugees before they had my dad and uncles.”
That explained why his skin was even darker than my own olive complexion.
“Do they know about me?” I asked, suddenly feeling shy. Which was stupid being as he was inside me twice. And had tasted me…twice.
“Of course. They know all about you and the guys. They’re dying to meet you. But I had to reel them in. Because trust me when I say you won’t walk out of our house. You’ll roll. Mom’s love language is food. Like I said…she’s Greek.”
I chuckled and we fell into an easier topic of his family. He was the only omega in a long line of alphas and betas on both sides. While they’d doted on him, they hadn’t treated him as though he was better or lesser than his siblings or cousins. His family sounded…well, pe rfect. He had the family I’d always dreamed of when I was a young girl.
“Quit changing the subject,” he said with narrowed eyes and a smile when I started asking questions about his aunts and uncles.
“What? I’m just curious.”
“Really? So, if I told you to be waiting naked when the guys got home?” He raised one dark brow.
My cheeks went up into flames. I knew I had to look like a tomato from how hard I was blushing.
The camera angle changed on Amir’s end until I could see more of his chest. His pecs were chiseled, there was a dark smattering of hair, his nipples were dark against his tanned skin and pebbled as though the conversation had either turned him or it was chilly in his room. I preferred the former.
“What time will they be home?” he asked. And his sexy voice definitely sounded deeper.
Checking the time at the top of the screen, I said, “In about an hour. Maybe less if it wasn’t too busy tonight.”
Being as it was a weeknight, I didn’t think they would be as late as they normally would. I tended to be asleep on the couch by the time they rolled in then would shuffle up to bed once I felt safe with their presence.
But since the night of our date, I’d been staying up chatting with Amir and was usually still awake when I heard the garage door rumble up.
“Hmm. I wonder how I could possibly get you worked up enough to jump your alphas’ bones when they walk through the door.”
The camera moved again and the outline of his long, thick erection through his sweats came into view before his face filled the screen again.
“You’re a tease. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Oh, honey. A tease is someone who doesn’t follow through. And I’m pretty sure I’ve proven I always follow through on my flirting.”
That he had. And I was already addicted and fiending for more.
“Sit up for me,” he said .
My hand shook as I gripped the phone and rolled over so I could sit up.
“Show me what you’re wearing.”
My face went hot again. “I’m just wearing a t-shirt—”
“Show me,” he said, so much authority in his voice I wanted to obey. He was an omega, for fuck’s sake, but that demand felt more like an alpha’s bark.
Turning the phone, I slowly revealed my body in an oversized t-shirt.
“Trail your hand up your thighs and push that shirt out of the way. I want to see what’s under the shirt.”
If I was an omega, slick would have already dampened my thighs. Omega or not, I was growing wetter by the second and there was currently no one here to help me with the ache in my lower belly.
Doing as Amir asked, I trailed my hand up my thigh, hooking my t-shirt and dragging it up to my belly so he could see my purple boy shorts.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said.
I swore his voice sounded shaky, as if he was…
“Look what you do to me,” he said, turning the camera so I could see his hand wrapped around his cock he’d pulled out of his boxers.
A very omega sounding whimper tore from my lips at the sight of his big fist slowly pumping his cock.
The sexiest purr rattled through the phone at the sound and the camera turned back to his face. “I can’t decide whether I want to see you slide your hand down your panties and get yourself off or if I want to watch that beautiful face while you fall apart.”
Those words alone sent my hand sliding down my stomach and into my panties. The moment my fingertips brushed over my clit, I sucked in a shaky breath and laid back against the pile of pillows.
“Mmm. Are you touching yourself?” he asked.
I nodded, my lips parted as pleasure rippled through me and over me.
“Show me, habibi . I want to see your fingers plunging into that tight cunt. ”
Setting the phone down long enough to slide my panties over my hips, I propped myself better on the pillows and set the phone on the nightstand to give him the perfect view of both my pussy and my face.
Amir took my lead and set his phone up to give me a view of his body, including the way he slid his hand up and down his cock in slow movements as though savoring the moment and refraining from coming too soon.
Not that he needed to hold back. Amir had some kind of mystical talent where he could hold off even while fucking into me until I got off. Only then had he allowed himself a release.
I wished he was here. I wished it was his hand or mouth on my body.
“Let me see your cunt swallow your finger, beta.”
My nipples were pebbled and straining against my t-shirt as I slowly pushed first one then another finger into myself, pumping in a rhythm that matched the way he stroked himself and pretended it was him inside of me. Though my fingers could never come close to match his size or skill.
My alphas were helping me find my inner strength. But Amir was showing me how fun sex could be. I’d enjoyed myself in ways I hadn’t known were possible with another man more since I’d met him than I ever had. Sex with Antonio sure as hell had never been enjoyable.
“Can you make yourself come with your fingers? Or do you need your vibrator?”
“I don’t have a vibrator,” I said, my voice shaky with need, lust, and pleasure.
He hummed as though in deep thought, although his hand never stopped stroking along his length. “We’ll have to go shopping, then. So many toys I want to introduce you to, so many fun things I want to show you.”
“L-like what?”
Amir began to describe what exactly he would get me and how he would use it on me, how he wanted to watch me fuck myself on a dildo, how he wanted to fuck one of my holes with a long, thick dildo while he fucked the other .
Lowering my other hand, I rubbed my fingers along my clit as I continued to fuck myself with my fingers, every word out of his mouth pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come with me, Issa. I want to hear those sexy ass moans fall from your mouth.”
“Yes,” I breathed out as tingles started at the base of my spine and rippled through my lower belly until stars danced behind my closed lids.
Throwing my head back, I continued rubbing myself as my body tightened and I cried out, Amir’s name falling from my tongue as his own grunts and moans filled the room.
I had to force my eyes open so I could watch the pearly ropes of his release coat his stomach, his chest, all the way up to his throat. I’d never been with an omega before him and had had no idea how much they actually came nor how sweet their release was on my tongue. If I was there in his room, I would have run my tongue along every inch of his body to savor that chocolate strawberry sweetness, savor his essence, coat my tongue and fill my senses with his delicious signature.
A sharp intake of air jerked my eyes toward the door to find Ax standing there wide eyed in nothing but his boxer briefs, the outline of his long, hard cock straining against the fabric.