Chapter 35 Mirabelle
Mirabelle
My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m afraid Rowan and Griffin will hear it and judge me.
The two of them seem so calm. This doesn’t seem like as big of a deal to them as it does to me.
“You—you both want to bond with me, right?” I ask, a wave of insecurity threatening to drown me. I clutch at the soft blanket Griffin has wrapped around me, clinging to it like a lifeline.
“Fuck yes—“
“Of course—“
Their answers are immediate, jumbling over each other.
“If we’ve made that unclear, then we’re obviously doing something wrong,” Griffin huffs. “We both just want to make sure we’re not pressuring you into anything.”
“The last thing either of us would want is for you to feel like you can’t say no,” Rowan adds.
“Well, I’m not saying no,” I say, flashing them a teasing smile.
A low growl leaves Griffin’s chest, and he tugs down the blanket, baring me to their gazes.
I always had a strange relationship with nudity, even before I got here. I don’t think I reacted as strongly as I maybe should’ve to being stripped naked and thrown into Ash and Rage’s cells.
I think it was because I didn’t know what being naked often leads to.
Their intense gazes dragging down my body make me squirm. I definitely know what it leads to now.
“Fuck,” Griffin growls, tossing the blanket back over my body.
“What?” I blink at him in confusion.
“I can’t fucking think with you squirming around like you’re desperate for us to take you.
” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, taking a deep inhale of my perfume.
“I know this isn’t the thing young omegas dream about when they imagine bonding with someone, but I want you to know that I vow to you I’ll always take care of you. Always.”
“Thank you,” I murmur softly, lacing his hand with mine. “But I want you to know that this is perfect. Because I have you guys. I never dreamed I could even have that.”
“Thank you for picking me,” Rowan says softly. “I’ve spent my entire life wanting to be picked, wanting to be someone worthy and you have no fucking idea how much you insisting on biting me today means to me.”
My lower lip wobbles as I see the open look of worship on his face. He’s taken charge so much that I forget until moments like these, how young and how fragile his heart is.
“Of course I’d pick you,” I whisper, my voice strained. “It was never an option not to.”
Rowan’s lips crash down onto mine, and I’m consumed by our kiss.
“Fucking hell, I love watching you two,” Griffin growls, tugging the blanket away from my body again, his hands roaming across my exposed skin.
This is different than the other times we’ve been together in the past week, and there have been plenty to compare it to, that’s for sure. The times we’ve been together have been weighed down by the almost frantic nature of the two of them trying to ease my pain.
But because that spike of pain hasn’t flared up yet, this feels intense for a different reason.
This is intense because they seem to want to prove to me how devoted they are to me with each kiss, each lick, each reverent touch of their bodies against mine.
“Clothes off,” I pant against Rowan’s lips, a frustrated whine leaving the back of my throat as I tug desperately at the fabric of his t-shirt.
He whips his shirt off instantly, leaving them in a pool on the floor.
“How do you want us?” Rowan pants against my lips.
My hands roam over the smooth skin of his back and I shake my head.
“I don’t know, I just want you.”
“We’ll take care of you, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart,” Griffin growls in my ear, pulling me flush against his front.
His cock is hard against the curve of my ass, and I can’t help but squirm against it. My skin is growing tight against my flesh as the intensity of Griffin’s dominance and pheromones swirl around in the air around us.
“Something tells me our pretty little omega here wants to be fucked from behind,” Griffin says with a teasing huff of laughter as he grips my waist, lifting me so I’m on my knees.
A gush of slick drips from me at the sound of his words.
“I think you’re right,” Rowan says, his eyes going wide as his hands come to slide up between my drenched thighs.
“Stop teasing me,” I whine, shifting my hips back and forth as I clutch at Rowan, practically draping myself over him as Griffin tugs my hips back. “Please.”
“Damn, you asked so nicely,” Griffin says, notching the head of his cock at my center. “Your wish is my command, Sweetheart.”
He thrusts forward, sheathing his entire length deep inside of me in one go. My nails rake down Rowan’s chest as I cling to him, a startled gasp leaving my throat.
“Fucking hell, you look so hot taking Griffin’s cock,” Rowan murmurs, his eyes locked onto my body.
I shove my hand into his sweatpants, wrapping it around the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze. Though it’s hard to focus right now, with Griffin setting a brutal pace, I’ve gotten enough practice over the last week to know exactly how Rowan likes it.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth and I know I’m doing a good job.
“You’re. Going. To. Be. Ours,” Griffin says between each snap of his hips.
The force of it nearly makes my eyes roll back into my head. There’s just something about the reverberating impact of his powerful body against mine that make me feel taken. Wanted. Needed.
“You’re already ours,” Rowan says, lifting my head for a kiss.
Normally, Griffin and Rowan like to take their time. For better or for worse, they seriously enjoy teasing me and drawing everything out. The foreplay before they enter me, the actual sex, the crazy orgasms they give me.
But not today.
Griffin has a mission, and that seems to be to knot me as quickly as possible.
He reaches around and rubs tight circles around my clit, his fingers slipping against me because of how wet I am.
“I want you to come on my cock, Sweetheart. Need to make sure you’re ready to take my knot.”
“I can take it, I can—“ Whatever I’d been planning on saying dies on my lips as my inner walls clamp down on him with the start of an orgasm that’s truly caught me off guard.
I worry for a split second that I’m squeezing Rowan’s cock too hard before I stop having any thoughts at all, collapsing onto his chest as Griffin ruts into me.
His knot stretches my entrance, the delicious burn feeling just as intense as the first time. I let out a startled cry as all the muscles in the lower half of my body spasm.
“Mine,” Griffin snarls, his breath hot against the hollow above my collarbone.
That’s all the warning I get before his teeth sink into my flesh. The flash of pain that quickly shoots downstairs snaps me back to reality and I’m overcome with the instinctual urge to complete the bondmark.
But instead of contorting my body to bite Griffin, I lean forward and sinking my teeth into Rowan’s shoulder.
He lets out a hiss through his teeth, but I feel the way his cock throbs in my hand.
I don’t know what kind of magic this is, but I feel a wave of peace and calm wash over me. It’s the feeling I haven’t had since I was first injected with the stupid drug that started this whole thing.
My eyes flutter open—Wow, I didn’t even realize I closed them—and I pull away from Rowan’s shoulder as Griffin pulls away from mine.
Driven almost entirely by instinct, I twist. My body is driving me to complete the bond.
It takes a bit of effort, but I manage to turn and sink my teeth into the top of Griffin’s chest. Wow is he muscular.
“Guess I’m not wearing tank tops for a while,” Rowan teases, staring down at the mark with awe. He brushes some of my hair away from my shoulder to look at the bondmark Griffin has left on mine.
“How do you feel, Sweetheart?” Griffin murmurs.
I open my mouth to answer when I feel something push at the walls of my mind.
Griffin.
In my head.
I can’t quite read his thoughts, but there’s an undeniable presence of Griffin’s prideful sort of hope.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, turning around as much as I can, a small gasp leaving my throat when I feel his knot tugging inside of me. “I can—can you—do you feel that?”
“I can feel you,” Griffin says. “You know, it wasn’t hard to tell that you really enjoyed coming on my cock, but it’s a nice ego boost to really feel how much you like it.”
I shrug, my lips tugging up into a bright smile.
A flash of something else pushes at the walls of my brain. It’s hot and sharp.
Jealousy?
My hair swirls around my shoulder as I turn around and blink up at Rowan.
“You don’t have to feel jealous!” The words come tumbling out of my lips before I can stop them.
I don’t have to be able to feel Rowan’s emotions in my head to realize he’s a little embarrassed at my outburst. The red dusting his cheeks and reaching the tips of his ears is enough to figure that out.
“You can tell?”
“I can feel you too,” I say, tapping the side of my head.
He nods slowly, making sure to keep his face blank. But that doesn’t hide the longing I can feel emanating from him in waves.
“You’ll be able to feel me too, one day!” I say, lacing our hands together and flashing a bright smile up at him. “Then you’ll be able to tell how amazing you are at making me come.”
His lips quirk up in a smile.
“You’re too sweet for this world, you know that, right, Sugar?” He murmurs before leaning in and brushing his lips softly against mine.
If he could sense my emotions, he’d probably be able to sense how deeply I want him to feel included. He’s just as big a part of all this as any of the other guys. Him being a beta doesn’t matter.
I’ll just have to figure out a way to convince him.
Griffin shifts his weight and lowers us so we’re spooning together, still connected by his knot inside of me.
“Was I—did I do a good job?” I whisper.
It’s a silly question, and one I ask often, but I think I need that reassurance that they aren’t here out of obligation. The two of them are nice enough that I’m pretty sure they’d help me through my heat even if they didn’t like me.
The thought makes my inner omega rear her head.
“Course you did, Sweetheart,” Griffin says, nuzzling the bondmark with his cheek. He hasn’t had a chance to shave in a while, so the feel of his five o’clock shadow prickling against my shoulder makes a shiver run down my spine. “Now what’s got your head running at a hundred miles a minute?”
“If there were another omega here who were going through her heat would you help her through her heat too?” The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them instantly.
“Of course not,” Rowan says.
“Fuck no,” Griffin growls.
I let out a small huff of laughter at their jumbled answers.
“What’s got you thinking that, of all things, Sugar?” Rowan asks, sliding into bed in front of me and resting a hand on my waist.
“I was just wondering whether you’re doing this ‘cause it’s me or ‘cause you guys want to help an omega.”
“I think I understand why you think that way, Sweetheart,” Griffin says, his hand squeezing my thigh possessively. “The facility you were raised in sounds like a fucking shithole. But you have to understand that you are special to us. Does me being an alpha and Rowan being a beta matter to you?”
“No,” I answer automatically.
“It’s the same with you being an omega.” He pauses for a second, his hand drifting up to grip my hip. “Though I think we’d both be lying through our teeth if we didn’t admit there’re definitely certain perks to you being an omega.”
“Like?”
“Your intoxicating scent, for one,” Rowan jumps in, pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead.
“I know your heat wasn’t what it should’ve been, this time around, but I promise, next time, we’ll really make it magical,” Griffin says.
“Next time will it hurt like this one did?” I ask quietly.
“No. We’ll make sure of it,” Griffin says, his voice low.
As my heart rate slows and I settle into the sensations of my body, I start to notice that the feeling of my skin being too tight for my body is slowly easing.
“I think it’s working,” I say, blinking up at Rowan as my eyelids grow heavy.
“Really? That’s awesome!” He says, a broad grin crossing his face. There are bags under his eyes. He’s barely been sleeping. Hopefully, now that this is all over we can get some actual sleep.
“Good. You should get some more rest, Sweetheart, I know we woke you up from your nap.”
“Okay, you guys should get some sleep too,” I say.