Chapter Fourteen #2
"It's not like I was single because I just wasn't interested in finding a mate.
I've always wanted a mate. I was single because I was never able to find a good alpha who made me feel safe.
You made me feel safe, even in a prison full of rapists and murderers.
You are the only mates I want, and the only mates I will ever want. "
The juxtaposition between her soft words and the harsh voice she's using to deliver them is jarring and he doesn't know how to fucking respond. He's never been a man who did much communicating beyond "yes" or "no" or "go fuck yourself." The fuck did he know about declaring his feelings for a woman?
Tenor spares him from having to formulate something to tell her.
"What if you regret it?" His pack brother asks, a frown on his face. She turns to look at him, her gaze intense as she bores into his eyes with her own determination clear on her face.
"I will never regret you. Never," she says to him, her voice a harsh, determined whisper.
"I would stay here with you if I could. But I know when something happens to me, you will never forgive yourself.
So I'll go, and I will spend every minute I have working your appeals and trying to get you out sooner. I'll wait for you."
'When' something happens to her, she said, not 'if.' Because she knew they can't protect her forever, but she still wanted them anyways.
Tenor smiles softly down at her, and Julius can't help the smile tugging on his own face in response. This was why she was their mate, fierce little thing that she was. She had a fire inside of her, just like they did. And she was fucking right. She was theirs.
Before he can even think to stop himself, Julius crawls onto the bunk and nudges her until she is laying on her back, his body pressing her into the mattress.
She lets the blanket fall away, every bit of her body language soft and submissive to him as she reveals her perfect rack and smiles shyly up at him.
"You fucked up, Eden," he grumbles down at her, his words gruff even as his voice is that soft tone he only uses with her. "You should've just asked me. I'd have bitten you in without question."
"Watch your language," she says lightly, and goddamn does being scolded by teacher Eden do something to his dick.
Her arms and legs lock around him, her heels pressing into his ass as she pulls him to her with all her strength.
He's not sure if they should let her keep getting away with that little trick she's learned, but he cannot resist leaning forward and pressing a slow, affectionate kiss to her lips as he lines his cock up with her pussy and sinks it into her.
Fuck, she fit their cocks like she was made for them. Her little sheath flutters around him as he enters her. Tenor's seed and her own copious slick ease his way in and he groans into her skin as he seats himself fully inside her.
His lips tease against hers as he gently thrusts into her again. The omega had been so intent on getting Tenor relaxed and distracted to get his bite, she didn't manage to come herself, and now she's already poised right on the edge when he hasn't even done anything yet.
He holds her there, fucking her in slow teasing thrusts until she's near tears with the frustration, he pussy gripping and releasing him, small contractions rippling through her, the beginning of her orgasm just far enough that it can't take hold.
He doesn't touch her clit, careful to keep his thrusts just even enough to hold her there without tipping her over the edge or letting it recede.
All that military training on endurance and self-control and what did it teach him? How to torture the mate writhing on his cock. Fucking worth it.
"Please, alpha." She's a begging, pleading mess now. "Please, I'm so close, please, please please..."
"Please what, baby?"
"Please let me come," she whimpers.
"Beg me for my bite," he whispers in her ear, then leans back to look at her. He knows he's grinning at her in feral delight, probably looking half crazed as he continues to pump into her. Her eyes flash up to him in a glare, but she obeys.
"P-please, Julius. Please. Bite me. I want to be yours. I need you. I want to be your mate."
Isn't that fucking sweet? Eden was always surpassing all his expectations.
His feral grin fades to a gentler smile, and then he leans close and his eyes flash back at her. That's all the warning he gives her before he starts fucking her in rough, short strokes, battering the front of her sex with the head of his cock.
Her orgasm takes her by surprise as he pounds into her overstimulated pussy, and then he buries his face in her hair and sinks his teeth into that perfect junction where her neck meets her shoulder.
As he tastes her blood, his balls rise up and he fills her with his cum. His body and mind already recognized her as his. And now the rest of the world would know it too. It's that thought that has his cock jumping, emptying everything he has into her.
The bond sparks between them, and he feels her take root in the back of his mind. She fits right in like she's always been there.
He can feel all the love she has flowing into him, making him feel like king of the fucking world.
He barely has time to pull out of her before Tenor and Luke descend, suspending her between them, Luke in the front, Tenor leaning over her back.
Luke maneuvers her hips over him and then presses her down on his length in one smooth slide.
She is still coming from the orgasm he has given her, and Luke thrusts deeply, riding her through it before he begins to thrust up into her in powerful, desperate strokes.
Tenor's cock butts up against her ass, already ready to go again.
"Let me feel her," he says, his voice husky with desire.
They have never been stingy with each other, and they're not about to start now that they have a perfect, responsive, pliant mate between them.
Luke lifts her off his cock, tilting her hips up as if in offering to his pack brother, and then Tenor is thrusting into her in his place from behind.
She cries out and he thinks it looks like she comes again, although all he can feel from her is heavy desire as she gets lost in the feel of being sandwiched between two of them.
His pack brothers don't seem to notice or care either way. They're half on the edge of a rut now.
Tenor thrusts madly before he withdraws himself and she whines desperately when she is empty once more.
Then Luke is back inside of her and she looks like she's hanging on for dear life as she clutches his neck and he pounds into her sweet little body.
The way her stomach and ass jiggle is damn cute as his pack brothers work her over, her face a picture of pleasure, her loose-limbed body the picture of submission as she lets them do whatever they want to her.
They continue passing her back and forth between them until she is shaking and breathless and making desperate pleading sounds, fucked fully beyond words.
When she comes for a final time, they work seamlessly in tandem, positioning her just so, so that they can place their own bites on her neck.
She lets out the sweetest little wail as they sink their teeth into her neck. And then their pack is complete. He can feel the way Eden weaves through all their bonds, centring and stabilizing them like planets orbiting around their sun.
It's the best protection they can offer her on the outside, he knows. Few people would fuck with an omega who has a pack, let alone one with three bites along her neck. It was a clear stay the fuck off my lawn sign to anyone with a brain.
It settles something deep inside of him to see her with those marks on her skin and know she is theirs. Forever.
Tenor pulls out of her so Luke can sink inside her one last time, emptying his balls into her cute, twitching hole.
Between the bites on her neck and her well-used cunt, Eden immediately slips into an easy sleep in Luke's arms, boneless and dripping with them after being so thoroughly fucked and claimed.
They tuck her into her nest, none of their eyes able to stray away from the red evidence of their claim on her flesh, still trickling blood lightly. Tenor lathes his tongue over his, catching the blood with a grunt that causes her to squirm in her sleep against him.
They can do nothing for the next day except fuck her until their balls start to ache with emptiness and she starts to whine and wince with every thrust. But still she begs them for it, begs them not to stop, wraps her limbs around them as if she'll never let them go.
And then the next day comes, and she leaves them.
Watching her walk out the door away from them, her neck scabbed over with the evidence of their bonds, it feels like watching his arm being ripped off and walking out on him.
He has to fight the urge to reach out, to grab her, tell her not to go, to stay here with them.
But she should go. She doesn't belong here. She should go somewhere where she will be safe. Where she won't be at risk of being raped and murdered every minute of her life.
She'll still be in danger out there. She's an omega. She'll always be in danger. But he can't think about that.
Anything is better than this hellhole.
That's what he tells himself as he sees the door shut behind her.