32. Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emma
S oren's eyes meet mine, warmth pooling in their melted caramel depths. He inhales, and I sense his hesitation mingling with the spiced sandalwood in the air.
“I’d like to kiss you, Emma. But only if you allow it.” His voice is quiet. Tentative. A gentle rumble that wraps ribbons of longing around me.
It's an offering, not a demand, a reminder that I have a choice. They've always granted me space, offering endless patience while I stumbled back into myself. I can stand here in this circle of strength and admit to myself—I deserve this.
I deserve to want, to ache, to reach out and demand without shame.
They’ve always given me the power to choose. The power of my voice is a gift.
Another shift, perhaps the final one, happens inside me, fast but everlasting. This is my choice. My power.
Yes, I choose this. This moment. These alphas.
I am fire and want and I want my alphas.
I claim them.
Heat rises inside me, different now—pure, clean, unafraid.
Free from the mind-fog of any biological need.
My desire for them isn't a biological compulsion.
This is joy. This is trust. This is hunger, born from genuine longing.
I am an omega, yes—but right now, I'm a woman first. A woman claiming her place, her pleasure, and her heart.
I raise my gaze. Strength pulses through me. A newfound, hard-won strength that’s expansive and good. “Yes, I want you to kiss me, Soren. I want you all to kiss me.”
Mine. On my terms. I don’t just accept his kiss—I demand it.
My fingers fist in his shirt, dragging him down before he can exhale. Our lips collide, and the world blurs into scent and sensation. Sandalwood explodes across my tongue, crisp as winter but burning now, burning for me. His groan vibrates against my mouth and I swallow it greedily.
This isn’t soft. Isn’t tentative.
It’s possession. Mine of him. His of me.
His hands spear into my hair, tilting my head back as he licks into my mouth. Whiskey and coffee erupt in the air, scorching my skin even before Asher’s palm grips my hip, before Phoenix’s mouth finds the pulse point where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Fuck, Emma.” Soren tears his mouth from mine, breathing ragged. His forehead presses to mine, his scent a storm of snow melted into pure, aching heat. “You—”
Behind me, Phoenix’s laugh is dark velvet against my ear. “I knew she’d ruin you first, brother.”
Asher’s grip tightens, his growl reverberating through my bones. “No more waiting. ”
No. No more waiting.
I bare my teeth in a smile and drag Soren back to me.
He doesn’t hesitate.
His mouth crashes back into mine, all restraint gone. His kiss devours, his hands rough in my hair, tilting my head to take me deeper. I whimper, my body arching into his, and he answers with a growl that vibrates against my lips. “Mine,” he rasps between kisses. “Ours.”
Strong hands span my waist, spinning me before I can gasp.
Phoenix’s golden-boy smirk is the last thing I see before his mouth claims mine.
Where Soren was fire, Phoenix is lightning.
Hot, wicked, teasing. He nips my lower lip, licking into me with a dark chuckle when I moan.
His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I feel him—all of him—hard and wanting against my stomach.
“Fuck, Tough Girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “You taste like honey and sin.”
Before I can catch my breath, calloused fingers slide under my chin, tilting my face. Asher. His smoky whiskey scent is a live wire, his dark eyes burning. “My turn,” he growls.
His kiss is dominance and demand, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he’s staking a claim.
One hand fists in my hair, the other sliding down to grip my throat.
Not tight, just enough to make my pulse hammer.
I melt, my knees buckling, but Soren is there, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. “We’ve got you,” he murmurs.
Phoenix doesn’t let go. His hands roam my body. Palming my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt until I gasp into Asher’s mouth. Soren’s fingers trace my spine, slow, possessive, before slipping under my waistband. “So fucking soft,” he groans against my neck.
I’m drowning in Asher’s commanding lips, Phoenix’s wicked hands, Soren’s relentless mouth on my skin. Their scents twist together, whiskey and coffee and winter storm, drenching me in heat .
“Tell us what you want, Omega,” Asher rumbles, pulling back just enough to watch me unravel.
I don’t hesitate. “Everything.”
Phoenix’s grin incinerates me. “Good answer.”
“Want your clothes off. Need to feel you against me. Can I undress you, Moonbeam?” Asher rasps.
My answer is a deep groan. There’s nothing else I want more. “Yes, please Alpha. Please undress me.”
His fingers trace down my arms and around my waist to hook under the hem of my shirt, pausing just below my navel where my muscles tighten, anticipating his slow-moving touch.
He drags the fabric up in one excruciatingly slow motion, exposing me inch by vulnerable inch, his knuckles grazing on my belly.
The cotton rises above my bra. Asher's breath hitches. “So beautiful, Omega.”
His thumbs brush deliberately across the sensitive undersides of my breasts, the contact so light yet so electrifying that my back arches. The scent of my arousal spikes in the air, dripping with honey, turning heady and rich.
Asher groans, lowering his head to my neck where he nibbles with lips, tongue and teeth. “Smell so good. Smell like mine.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
When the fabric finally slips over my head, the cool air raises goosebumps across my newly bared skin, but I have no time to shiver before Soren’s mouth crashes onto my bare shoulder.
His teeth sink into the tender junction where neck meets shoulder.
This isn't the claiming bite of a bond, but something just as possessive.
The sharp pleasure-pain wrenches a cry from my throat that echoes through the room.
I feel Soren's satisfied smirk against my skin as he soothes the sting with his tongue.
“Mine too,” he growls against the damp mark he's left, his woodsy scent promising everything.
His hands slide around to palm my breasts over my bra, thumbs circling my nipples with just enough pressure to make my knees weak.
“Hmm, I think we need to get you out of this restrictive clothing, butterfly. ”
If I had control over my limbs, I’d rip it off me. As it is, I’m clutching Phoenix’s shoulders while my knees do their best to not buckle. I nod. “Fuck yes.”
Soren chuckles. He licks my neck at the same time as unclipping my bra and drawing it off my body.
“That’s much better, isn't it?” Phoenix murmurs against the shell of my ear, his breath hot as his hands claim one bare breast. And gods, he's right.
The moment his calloused palms slide over my pebbled nipple, fire licks through my veins.
I arch into his touch with a whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder as he teases me, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers until I'm trembling.
“Look at her,” Asher growls to the others, his thumbs brushing one last tantalizing circle on my other breast before he stills.
“Our pretty omega, all desperate for more.” His voice drops to that wicked, knowing tone that always unravels me.
“Emma, baby... you want Phoenix to suck on these perfect breasts? Put his mouth all over you?”
The question alone sends a rush of slick between my thighs. My arousal is a living thing, coiling tighter with every second they draw this out. “Yes,” I gasp, my hips rocking. “Please, Alpha. Please, I need…”
“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell us exactly what you want,” Phoenix prompts, pinching my nipples lightly enough to make me cry out for more.
“Suck my breasts,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, Alpha, I need your mouth—”
I barely finish the sentence before Phoenix is there, his summer eyes locked on mine. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. The way he looks at me—like I'm everything —says it all.
Then Phoenix kneels before me, putting his face at my chest height.
The first hot swipe of his tongue over one of my nipples wrings a sob from my throat.
His mouth closes over me, sucking deep, and my back bows off Soren's chest. My fingers tangle in Phoenix’s golden locks to hold him there. “Oh gods…”
Asher chooses that moment to claim my mouth, his kiss devouring and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine in time with Phoenix's pulls on my breast. The dual sensations short-circuit my brain.
While Phoenix's lips and teeth and tongue work me relentlessly, Asher's kiss stealing every ragged breath I try to take.
Soren's cock presses against my back, his hands roaming my stomach, my hips, my thighs…
I'm surrounded.
Consumed.
When Phoenix switches to my other breast, biting down just shy of too hard, my moan is swallowed by Asher's kiss as my body clenches around nothing, desperate for more.
“That's it,” Soren murmurs against my neck, his hand sliding down between my thighs to find me dripping through my yoga pants. “Fuck, you're soaked for us.”
As if I could be anything else but saturated for them.
Asher draws back from our kiss just enough to watch me. His dark eyes track every desperate hitch of my breath, every tremble of my body caught between them all. His thumb brushes my swollen bottom lip, his voice a rough scrape of sound. “You need more, Moonbeam?”
I nod, my fingers twisting in his shirt, my hips rocking helplessly against nothing. Every nerve in my body is alive, sparking under their hands, their scents, their control.
Asher’s gaze flicks to Phoenix, still kneeling in front of me, his broad hands resting on my thighs. “She wants your mouth, brother,” Asher tells him, his voice thick with command. “Take these pants off her and make her come.”
Phoenix’s eyes find mine. His pupils are so dilated the blue is eaten by fathomless black. “Do you want my mouth on you again, Omega? You want me to suck your clit and make you come?”
I groan and slick floods down my thighs. I’m a hot sticky mess and I don’t care.
Let them see how much I desire them. Let them drink it up.
Consume it until their pores drip with the smell of me.
My omega lifts her head, hissing with agreement and for the first time ever she and I are both on the same page.
“Please, Alpha. I need… ”
“Shhh, Omega. I’ll take good care of you.
” Phoenix doesn’t make me wait. His fingers hook into my waistband, peeling my yoga pants down my legs with agonizing slowness, his calloused palms skimming my calves, my ankles, as he helps me step out of them.
The cool air kisses my bare skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he looks up at me from between my thighs.
Gods, the way he looks at me.
All heat and hunger and dark, simmering desire.
His lips part. His breath comes faster. He’s always been quiet and steady, but right now, he’s wrecked. His scent deepens, turning storm-dark and possessive. “Look at me when I taste you, Omega.”
I drop my gaze.
And then his mouth is on me.
The first swipe of his tongue wrings a broken cry from my throat. He starts slow, teasing, lapping at my slick like he’s savoring it, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me still. “Fuck, Phoenix...”
I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, my thighs trembling. He groans against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.
“You taste perfect,” he growls, before dipping his tongue inside me, fucking me with slow, relentless strokes.
Soren’s hands tighten on my waist, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s it, Butterfly. Let him ruin you.”
Asher’s whiskey scent is thick with approval, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Good omega, letting your alpha give you what you need.”
Phoenix’s mouth is merciless, his tongue circling my clit before sucking hard. Some sort of garbled sound falls from my parted lips. My back arches, my legs shaking, my breath coming in ragged sobs. I tilt on a precipice. Every muscle is locked tight and begging for release. “Please…Alpha…please.”
“Come for us,” Asher orders, his voice a dark caress.
The orgasm rips through me, my body locking up as pleasure blooms white-hot and endless. Phoenix drinks me down, his fingers biting into my skin as he rides it out with me, not stopping until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, collapsing back against Soren.
Asher catches my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Beautiful,” he rasps.