33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
Emma
A whine crawls up my throat in a near breathless whisper, because I’m not done. My omega side grows stronger with each passing moment, and she needs all her alphas. Asher takes me in, his gaze roaming my face that no doubt looks as wrecked as I feel.
He brushes his nose along my neck and brings his lips to my ear. “That wasn’t enough, was it, Omega? You’ve gone for so long without the right kind of touch that you’re desperate for us. Your scent-matched mates. Is that right?”
It is. Everything he said is true and this time another whine drives through my parted lips, laced with the kind of need that makes alphas lose their minds.
I’ve never made this noise before.
Never before and only for them.
Asher's eyes flare dark, approving at the desperate edge in my tone. His nostrils flare, inhaling the thick honeyed musk of my arousal, the way my slick soaks my thighs, the way my scent thickens with arousal.
I want to come apart between all my alphas.
Not just once. Not just for Phoenix.
I want Asher and Soren too.
Again. And again. Until I forget my own name.
Asher's thumb strokes my jaw. “You want Soren next?” His voice is rough, but there's no hesitation. Only the quiet authority of my prime alpha who knows exactly how to give his omega what she craves.
And gods, do I crave.
My pulse thunders, my skin alight, every nerve ending singing for more. I don't just nod. My body answers for me, my hips rocking forward, seeking friction, seeking him. “Yes.” The word breaks on a gasp. “Please.”
It's not just permission.
It's a plea.
Soren's grin is pure sin as he peers down at me. “You heard her. Our omega's still hungry.”
And then before I can even draw my next breath his hands are on me, spinning me and pulling me against his chest. “Let's fix that.”
Soren’s strength is effortless, his grip unshakeable as he lifts me. My thighs lock around his waist, my arms winding around his neck like I’m clinging to salvation itself.
His erection fills the space between my thighs and sensation spirals through my core, made sensitive with Phoenix’s mouth.
This is exactly what I need.
I grind down against him, rolling my hips in a slow drag along the thick ridge of his cock, still confined behind his jeans.
The friction is maddening. Denied and delicious all at once, the rough fabric teasing my oversensitive flesh, the pressure just shy of enough.
A broken sound escapes me, part whimper, part plea, as my nails bite into the back of his neck .
Soren reacts instantly.
A ragged groan tears from his throat, raw and unfiltered, his head dropping to bury his face against my shoulder. His breath scalds my skin, his hips jerking up instinctively to meet my next roll. “Fuck.” His voice is wrecked, his usual playful control shattered. “Emma…”
His hands tighten on my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, not just holding me—guiding me, urging me to grind harder, faster.
Every snap of my hips drags another rough sound from him, another jerk of his body.
He throbs against me, the damp heat of his pre-cum seeping through the denim, mingling with my slick.
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear, his breath hitching as I circle my hips, chasing my own pleasure against him. “Use me, Butterfly. Fucking take whatever you need while I get you more comfortable. Maybe your bedroom, hmmm?”
“Yesss,” I breathe. His words send a fresh rush of slick between my thighs, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for more. Every step he takes down the hall jostles us, the movement sending sparks through my nerves, my breath coming in ragged little gasps.
His muscles tremble, his scent pure woodland forest as he turns feral, intoxicating. His lips find my throat, teeth scraping, sucking bruises into my skin between ragged breaths.
“You feel that?” he rasps, thrusting up against me once, hard, making me cry out. “That’s what you do to me. Fucking destroy me.”
He stumbles into my bedroom, his breath ragged, his body trembling as he eases me onto the mattress. The moment his warmth leaves me, I cry out, my fingers clutching at the sheets. “Soren, please!”
His name tears from my throat, raw and needy, and his eyes lighten to molten gold, his chest rising and falling like he’s been running for miles.
Asher’s voice cuts through the haze, low and commanding. “Give her what she needs, brother.”
“It will be my pleasure to give you everything, Butterfly,” Soren rasps.
His hands go to his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp snick before he shoves his jeans down his hips.
His cock springs free, thick and heavy, flushed at the tip, veins running along the length.
A pearlescent bead drips from the slit. He swipes it with his thumb, coating his digit with the liquid.
My mouth waters at the sight, my core pulsing with another rush of slick.
Honeysuckle, thick and heady, makes the air heavy with arousal.
“Fuck, look at you.” Phoenix groans, only a step behind Soren as he releases his cock, too. He wraps his fist around himself, giving one slow, torturous stroke. “Dripping for your alpha.”
I whine, my thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the throbbing that’s quickly bordering on painful, but Phoenix is there, strong hands easing my legs apart as he settles beside me.
He swirls his fingers around my clit as his lips brush my shoulder.
“It’s okay, Omega. Soren will take care of you. ”
Asher mirrors him on my other side, his whiskey-dark eyes locked on my face as his fingers slide over my breasts. “Just feel.”
Then Soren kneels between my thighs, his gaze burning as he drags the head of his cock through my soaked folds.
He slides his thumb between my lips and sharp, salty coffee bursts on my tongue.
I suck as hard as I can, eager to drink in as much of his essence.
Gods, he’s delicious. He teases my entrance before sliding up over my clit in one torturous glide.
Electricity shoots through me.
My back arches off the bed, a scream catching around his thumb as pleasure sparks white-hot behind my eyelids. He does it again, slower this time, the thick ridge of him rubbing against my most sensitive flesh, smearing my slick over both of us.
I rip my mouth away. “Soren!” I sob, my fingers digging into his hips.
“I know, baby,” he grits out, his own control fraying as he grinds against me, his hips jerking. “Fuck, you’re so soft… so fucking wet…”
Phoenix’s hand slides into my hair, tilting my face toward his. “Breathe,” he orders, but his voice is rough with his own need.
Asher’s fingers drift lower, circling my nipple, pinching just enough to make me grind against him. “That’s it, Omega. Take what he gives you. ”
And when Soren drags his cock through my dripping heat again, the thick, velvety head catching on my clit before sliding back down, the world dissolves into white-hot sensation.
“ Soren !” My voice shatters before I can finish his name as pleasure detonates through me. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he grinds his hardness against my clit, mapping every ridge and pulse of my climax with his own body.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough with awe. “Use me. Let me feel you come.”
My thighs tremble violently around him, my slick painting his skin as my orgasm rips through me in relentless waves, each one sharper, brighter, more consuming than the last. My vision blurs at the edges, my fingers leaving marks on him as my body clenches around nothing.
I unravel beneath him, his cock still sliding through my soaked folds, prolonging the torture, turning my pleasure into something borderline unbearable.
“S-stop—too much—” I beg, my voice breaking, my hips jerking weakly, caught between the need to escape the overwhelming sensations and the primal urge to chase them.
“Take him, Omega,” Asher murmurs from beside me, his hand sliding down to grip my wrist, pinning it to the mattress. “You need it. You can handle it.”
My climax stretches, fracturing into something deeper, something that doesn’t just wrack my body but reaches into my soul, rewriting every nerve ending.
I’ve orgasmed and he hasn’t even entered me.
“Emma.” Soren's voice is rough velvet against my ear, his breath hot where his lips brush my temple. “Can I make love to you?”
The question undoes me. Asking. Not taking. Not demanding I beg or present or any of the things Pack Carmichael made me do.
I shove thoughts of them aside. They have no place in this perfect moment.
“Yes—please—” The words tumble out between panting breaths. My hips lift, aching for him, my thighs cradling his hips. “Need you inside me, Alpha. Now. ”
“As you wish, Butterfly,” Soren rasps.
One strong arm hooks beneath my knee, his hot palm scorching against the sensitive skin of my thigh as he drapes my leg over his hip, opening me wider.
His other hand grips himself, the thick head of his cock dragging through my slick, coating himself in my arousal before positioning at my entrance.
The first press steals my breath.
Not just from the stretch, though he’s thick, the blunt head of him nudging past my clenching muscles with slow, devastating pressure, but from the way his entire body shudders above me, his abs flexing, his biceps cording with tension.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his forehead dropping to mine as he pushes deeper, deeper, his breath ragged against my lips. “Emma!”
I feel every inch. The way my body yields, then resists, then yields again as he works himself inside me.
The stretch burns but the moment I whimper, his hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling just hard enough to make the burn ease.
My muscles relax around him and he slides home, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moves.
His length pulses inside me, the thick veins along his cock pressed against my walls. I breath in fresh forest, dragging his scent into my lungs. His muscles tremble with restraint, sweat beading on his chest. His gaze finds mine. Locks, and I see the open promises he doesn’t hide.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, his lips brushing mine.
He’s not just talking about being inside me.
He pulls almost all the way out, the drag of his cock ruthless and exquisite, before surging back in with one smooth, deep stroke that punches a sob from my throat.
I whimper, oversensitive from Phoenix's ruthless mouth and my own climax, every nerve ending alight and raw. The fullness is almost too much—almost—but Soren reads my body like the complex code he masters so well.
Withdrawing almost completely before urging back in, each thrust a slow, deep glide that hits places inside me I didn't know could shatter and reform. My back arches, my nails scoring his shoulders as he sets a rhythm designed to unravel me.
“Look at me, Omega,” he rasps, and when my eyes open, his gaze holds me captive. Dark with love and need and quiet, endless devotion. His sandalwood forest scent turns storm-ripe as sweat beads on his brow.
“Soren…”
His hips snap forward, sending sparks through my vision. “Come for me, Omega. Let me feel you climax on my cock.”
My orgasm rolls through me, my internal muscles clamping down on his hard length as I sob his name. Soren’s thrusts turn erratic before he buries himself deep within me with a groan, his release flooding me in pulsing waves of heat.
For endless seconds, we cling to each other, breaths mingling, hearts hammering in tandem, until he pins me with another open gaze and threads his fingers through my hair.
“Mine,” he whispers against my sweat-slick skin.
“Yes. Yours.” My body hums with satisfaction, my muscles lax and pliant, my eyelids suddenly heavy. “Mine too.”
Sated. Spent. Boneless.
His chuckle causes his cock to twitch. “Oh yes. We’re never going anywhere without you, mate. Ours forever now.”
Sparks shoot through my overstimulated body, just on this side of discomfort.
Soren eases out of me, slick and cum gushing between my thighs onto the bedsheets beneath us, and I can’t help my whimper.
I wish I had more stamina, but exhaustion is still a real thing.
I barely have the strength to lift my head when Asher’s strong arms gather me against him.
“Shhh, little omega. I’ll be here when you need me,” he murmurs. “Just rest for now.”
He shifts to position me on his chest, and his bond floods with care. With protective safety. And his bare chest, skin on skin contact, is exactly what I need .
My head finds its perfect place over his heartbeat, his steady rhythm grounding me as my legs rest either side of his hips.
I mumble a faint protest, because he’s still wearing jeans, but Phoenix slides to one side, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my hip, while Soren covers us all in a blanket and rests against my other side, his sandalwood warmth a soothing counterbalance to Asher’s smoky intensity.
A deep, resonant hum builds in Asher’s chest first, vibrating through me where our bodies press together, the steady pulse of it syncing with my slowing heartbeat and melting me further into him.
Phoenix’s purr is a playful rumble as he nuzzles against my shoulder and his fingers come to rest on my hip. “Sleep, Tough Girl. We’ve got you.”
Soren’s purr comes last. Quieter, softer, but no less powerful. The vibrations ripple through the mattress as he tucks the blanket around us, his sandalwood scent wrapping me in warmth. His hand settles lightly on my back, a grounding weight as he presses a kiss to the crown of my head.
It’s too much. Too good. My muscles loosen completely, my breath evening out as the combined rhythm of their purrs lulls me under.
The last thing I feel is Asher’s lips against my hair as consciousness slips away.
“Sweet dreams, Omega.”