Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Heir’s Suite, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld
H ot, hot, hot.
I gasp, stroking my fingers down my naked chest between my tits.
My nipples pebble.
“Touch me…” I whisper.
I never knew that a heat felt like this. Already, it’s more intense than the pleasure of obeying an Alpha Bark.
This sensation is empowering in a way that I hadn’t been expecting. The fire that’s raging between my thighs is an inferno, which could take over the world.
Omegas are fucking powerful.
I knew that we were, but after Mom’s death, I’ve been terrified of embracing this side of my nature.
Now, I realize that we also have power in our primal natures.
As long as this fire doesn’t burn me to death.
Yet I have four men who are dedicated to bonding with me tonight, no matter the risk to themselves, in order to save me.
And I burn with love for each one of them.
It’s a horrifying thought that this may be my first and last heat with them.
My final twenty-four hours alive.
Yet if it is, then I’m determined to enjoy being together with them like I’ve hoped and dreamed.
There is nobody else that I would want to spend my final hours alive with.
I gasp, as another wave of heat hits me.
River has moved the essentials to help me through the early hours onto the nightstand: grapes, chocolate, bottles of water, and lube.
Earlier, he stripped Laurent and me naked, adding our clothes to build up our next nest around us.
I writhe in the most expensive nest that I could imagine, complete with suits and designer dressers. It even includes the white suit of an Alpha, Harbinger, from an enemy pack, as well as Feral’s red shorts.
I love that the Alphas are as naked in this nest as the Omegas.
Both dynamics hold power in our own ways within this pack.
I’m cocooned by the scent of chocolate, vanilla, and brandy.
I claw at the sheets. “Fucking kiss me.”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Laurent kisses me, lingeringly.
Naked, he’s a pale vision come to life.
He’s slim but athletic with more defined muscles than I was expecting, as if his dance lessons truly have paid off.
Every part of him is gorgeous.
He feathers kisses down my jaw and throat.
I shiver.
“So do I.” River kisses down my stomach, caressing circles around my bellybutton.
I desire more, everything .
“Alphas,” I moan.
“With you soon, Kitten.” Harbinger turns his head to meet my gaze. His eyes twinkle with amusement. “But I’m a little pinned down at the moment.”
Feral growls, deep in this throat.
The sound makes slick gush from my clenching pussy.
Harbinger is lying next to me. His hands are held above his head in a tight hold by Feral, who is sniffing Harbinger’s neck.
Harbinger’s beautiful skin is mottled with bruises.
Earlier at the ball, Harbinger had hinted at what was hidden under his white suit, and I’d watched him being hurt by Vinnie in the Hades study. Even so, by the way that Harbinger fought and danced, I could never have guessed that almost every inch of skin was painted black, purple, or fading shades of greens and browns.
These are beatings layered upon beatings.
Harbinger must be so used to pain that he can still function, despite looking like he shouldn’t be able to walk.
When River stripped Harbinger, River’s expression became increasingly grim. Then he kissed each bruise, taking his time. He kneeled, kissing down the Alpha’s body with reverence.
Harbinger’s breath hitched.
“I have cream that will help with these bruises, once Harley’s heat is over.” River traced over the swollen welts that marked Harbinger’s ass. “Be careful how much pressure you put onto your ribs.”
Harbinger looked shocked.
Hadn’t he expected my pack to care about him? Did he think that he was only a knot like a sex toy in this bed?
Now, Feral’s teeth graze Harbinger’s skin.
Harbinger’s cock twitches.
“You’re not going to bite, are you?” Harbinger winks. “Don’t worry, Devil Alpha, you have my enthusiastic consent for that. I’ve never been dominated in bed by an Alpha. It’s hot. But only because it’s you.”
Feral grins, before he slowly licks down Harbinger’s neck to his collarbone. He rests his teeth warningly against one of the few patches of unbruised skin.
Then he bites.
“Fuck.” Harbinger’s back arches, but he doesn’t struggle.
Harbinger’s eyelashes flutter. His hair splays around him.
I turn to watch the two strong men together.
Harbinger looks like an archangel Alpha who has been captured by his enemy Devil Alpha.
At last, Feral releases Harbinger, possessively licking over the imprint of his teeth. He clearly enjoys seeing his mark on the other Alpha.
“Well, that’s one way for them to work out their differences.” Laurent quirks his brow. “One that I approve of.”
Harbinger shudders. “I get it, big boy. You’re the Chief Alpha here. What should we call our new pack?”
“The Ferals,” I say, determinedly.
Will Harbinger want to challenge Feral over this?
Since he’s currently lying underneath him with Feral’s teeth so close to his jugular, I doubt it.
It’s clear who the most dominant Alpha is.
Harbinger surprises me again by leaning up to kiss Feral. “It’s got a good ring to it, Devil Alpha.”
River reaches out his hand to tap Feral on the shoulder. “Since you can’t talk right now, remember to tap the bed three times if you need a break or are in distress. Tap my shoulder like this, if you need a drink or something to eat.”
Feral nods.
I love that River has thought of a way for Feral to communicate.
But why do I think that it’s actually Harbinger who has more need of that, since he’s the one who is working to control Feral’s rut for me?
Feral looks wilder than I’ve seen him before. His pheromones are strong.
From the moment that River brought Feral into the bedroom, Feral hasn’t spoken.
I think that the rut, which my heat instantly dragged Feral into, is even more intense than my heat.
Feral has always been trapped in his cage during his ruts, driven crazy by being separated from me. Being able to spend this time together, rather than being torn apart, is everything that I’ve dreamed about.
It’s also overwhelming for both of us.
I reach my hand to brush Feral’s shoulder as well.
Feral’s gaze snaps to mine. He bares his fangs.
When he attempts to dive toward me, Harbinger’s musclebound wall of primal Alpha demonstrates his true strength by gripping Feral by the shoulder and flipping him with a grappling move to the other side of the bed.
Then Harbinger straddles him, struggling to subdue the snarling Alpha. “How about we take the edge off this extreme Alpha rut, before you accidentally break our little Kitty? Why don’t you try and break me , instead?”
Harbinger is sacrificing himself again for me.
Except by the way that he’s flushing, and his cock is hard against his stomach, he’s going to enjoy being broken.
Feral refocuses on Harbinger.
Then the two Alphas kiss with a clash of teeth and snarls, and I don’t know which one started the fight for dominance within a kiss, but it’s the hottest thing that I’ve seen.
“Damn,” Laurent murmurs, watching our two Alphas with wide eyes.
Feral grabs Harbinger by the neck and manhandles him around to twist their positions, until Harbinger is lying underneath him.
River is monitoring them closely, in case Feral forgets how injured Harbinger is.
Despite everything, Feral still remembers to keep his weight off the other man’s ribs. The position supports the Alpha and doesn’t put any strain on him.
He keeps Harbinger in place firmly by the neck, despite it being clear that Harbinger isn’t trying to escape.
“Lube.” Harbinger’s voice is muffled in the sheets, but he waves frantically at the nightstand.
River dives for one of the bottles. He grabs it and then scrambles over the bed.
He parts Harbinger’s cheeks, dribbling lube over his crack. Then he also smears the liquid over Feral’s giant cock.
Feral flinches, but then, his eyelashes flutter with unexpected pleasure, when River’s hand strokes up and down his cock without pain.
My heart lightens.
Has being able to be with his pack during his rut, actually overcome Feral’s knot sensitivity?
I smile, overjoyed.
Feral looks even wilder with desire.
“Sorry.” River winces. “That’s the best I can do.”
“Luckily, I like it rough, Sunshine, when I’m with the right man. And Feral is exactly the right Alpha… oof .” The breath is driven out of Harbinger, as Feral slowly but inexorably pushes into him.
Feral barely gives Harbinger a moment to adjust, before he starts to piston into him, hard and brutal.
Harbinger pants and clutches tightly at the pillow. But I notice that he still pushes his ass up to meet each thrust.
Laurent swallows. “I’m making it known now that I’m a virgin. And I will break, if I’m fucked like that.”
River crawls back across the bed, carding his fingers comfortingly through Laurent’s hair. “This is how two dominant Alphas play together, la mia rosa. Do you want me to show you how good it can feel, when it’s gentle? At the same time, you can fuck our Omega here and get her ready for her Alphas’ knots. Then we can bond her.”
Laurent sucks in a sharp breath. “So much it hurts. But why would you say that?”
I want that too.
But I understand what Laurent means. It’s breaking a frightening number of taboos.
For the male Omega to be the first to fuck me, rather than an Alpha.
For the Omega and Beta to be the first to bite and bond me…
By River’s challenging look, he knows what he’s asking.
In Traditional packs, along with every pack that I know in the Underworld, not only would this behavior not be accepted, but a Beta would be beaten and then thrown out of a heat for even suggesting it.
It’s a mistake to think that River is soft because he has a gentle nature.
Feral is at the most dominant he’s ever been, but River is still taking this risk.
Laurent can’t hide his fear.
He was raised in a Traditional pack. He trusts that we’re not the same but he still doesn’t know what our claiming traditions are.
He grabs River by the shoulders, pushing the Beta behind him like he can shield him with his body.
Through the haze of my heat, it still warms me that he’s protecting River.
Feral pauses in his savage rutting to glance over at us. He looks confused, when he sees his male Omega apparently trying to use his naked body to block his view of his own Beta.
His nose wrinkles at the scent of scared Omega.
Harbinger struggles to free his head from underneath Feral’s hold.
Harbinger’s voice sounds wrecked in the best way. “Tell the adorable idiots that you’re okay with them fucking each other, while you’re ruining my ass, big boy. Then that they can bond Harley first.”
Feral gives a punishing thrust for Harbinger daring to give him an order. Harbinger groans.
Yet Feral also nods.
Laurent relaxes. “You’re fine with us bonding Harley first…?”
Feral nods again.
“Don’t mind me,” Harbinger drawls, which is impressive with how hard he’s being rutted. “But I’m okay with it too.”
“Of course you are, amore mio, because you’re not the type who plays by the rules.” River pushes Laurent to gently fall over me, and I welcome Laurent with a kiss. “You’re my rebel with a cause.”
“ Amore mio, huh?” Harbinger grins.
River flushes. “Fuck him harder, mio re, he can still talk.”
“Hey,” Harbinger calls, looking caught between betrayed and delighted.
Feral slides his hands underneath Harbinger’s ass, pulling him more firmly onto his cock.
Harbinger moans, finally losing his superpower of banter.
Satisfying.
Then I moan as well, when Laurent cages me and nudges my pussy with his hard cock. “Ready for me, good girl?”
“Please…” Sweat drips into my eyes.
Laurent’s eyes darken. “Hearing you beg isn’t going to grow old.”
“Or you beg, good boy .” River brushes Laurent’s hair aside to kiss his shoulder.
Laurent’s cheeks pink on the good boy .
He glows.
Like most Omegas, he has a definite praise kink.
Between the Beta and Alphas in this bed, it’ll be a competition to see who calls Laurent good more times a day.
I smile at the thought.
Actually, it’ll probably be me.
River dribbles lube onto his fingers, before sliding one of them into Laurent’s ass, soothing over his hip to steady him at the new sensation.
This time, I capture Laurent’s lips to distract him.
He kisses me, desperately. His eyes fall closed.
When River adds a second finger, curling them, however, Laurent’s eyes fly open.
“W-w-what?” Laurent gasps.
River chuckles. “And that’s called your prostate.”
“Again,” Laurent haughtily demands.
Then like he can’t hold back any longer, spurred on by the pleasure that River is showing him, he thrusts into me.
I whine at the dizzying pleasure.
Yes.
I need this.
But it’s not enough.
I loop my arms around Laurent’s shoulders, clawing at his back.
“Harder.” I scratch him. “M-m-more.”
River steadies Laurent by the shoulder, before fingering him more firmly. He urges Laurent to fuck me at the same time as he doesn’t let up on Laurent for a single moment.
River is driving us both toward our orgasms, as well as taking care of us.
Laurent looks like he’s been driven mad by the pleasure from both sides, which he hasn’t experienced before.
I know how he feels because I’m overwhelmed in the best way as well.
“Good Omegas,” River whispers, watching us in wonder.
River is wrecking Laurent, as much as I’m being wrecked.
I imagined that in a heat, I’d be the lone Omega who was powerless in the nest.
Vulnerable.
It doesn’t feel like that now.
We’re all connected in this together.
Laurent’s long hair falls over my face like a pale waterfall. His eyes are gray glass pebbles in the depths of a pond.
I can’t look away from his face in fascination, as he loses his facade and all control.
Normally, he’s restrained, repressed, and restricted.
River is relentless, however, in how he presses on that bundle of nerves — to the edge of cruel — forcing Laurent to loosen up.
By taking his control away from Laurent so ruthlessly, River is allowing him to finally be free.
Laurent and I are both panting and purring.
When River adds a third finger, Laurent whines, unable to hold back.
The prettiest blush tints his cheeks.
He attempts to hide his face against my neck.
“Don’t hide from us,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful like this, Thorn.”
Laurent raises his head in surprise.
Then his purr becomes deep and rumbling, and his delicious rose chocolate truffle scent becomes even sweeter. “So are you with my cock in your pussy. And soon, my teeth in your neck.”
Possessive Omega.
Why doesn’t that surprise me?
It definitely excites me.
In answer to his words, slick runs down my thighs.
River laughs, grabbing a handful of Laurent’s hair and tugging his head back.
Laurent hisses.
“Don’t forget my teeth. But first, both of you… come .” River shoves his fingers deeply into Laurent’s ass, which thrusts him even more deeply into me.
At River’s command, despite him being a Beta and not an Alpha, it’s like Laurent and I have been given permission to let go of the orgasms that we’ve been holding back for the other’s pleasure.
I scream, as ecstasy crashes over me, at the same time that Laurent howls.
It’s an incredible sensation to feel the way that his cock pulses inside me.
Immediately, before Laurent even has time to collapse on me in the afterglow, River pushes Laurent’s mouth low on the right side of my throat, while he leans over Laurent’s back to place his mouth on the left side.
The two men’s eyes meet.
Then they bite.
I scream again, as a second wave of ecstasy hits me as hard as the first.
They’re bonding me.
It’s a revelation.
Like dying.
Like being reborn.
Am I sobbing or laughing?
All of a sudden, the Omega and Beta are ripped away from me.
I open my dazed eyes.
Husky growling fills my ears.
Feral has pulled River and Laurent off me. He is strong enough to carry one of them under each arm and toss them bouncing onto the mattress next to Harbinger.
River laughs, but Laurent looks like a scolded cat.
Harbinger winces as he pushes himself up, looking thoroughly fucked and smug about it.
“Feral Alpha incoming.” Harbinger clasps Laurent to his chest, kissing him hard like a soldier on his way to war. “Wait for me. I’ll be back for you, Rook.”
Laurent grumbles but casts Harbinger a shy look from underneath his eyelashes.
I sprawl on my back, reaching my hand out toward my Alpha.
My Alphas.
This feels more right than anything else in my life.
I want a knot.
It’s a deep, throbbing need inside me.
I want Feral’s knot.
For years, it’s been denied to me.
For years, Feral has struggled to even have his knot touched.
Now? He’s already shown that he can fuck another Alpha into the mattress with it.
His cock is a weapon.
The heat has died down from the two bonds, but it’s not enough.
As Feral stalks across the bed toward me, he looks like a glorious, fire god. And Harbinger at his shoulder is his general.
Harbinger leans down to searchingly check my expression, before he kisses me, passionately.
Feral entwines his fingers with mine. I squeeze, and it’s like we’re talking to each other.
He doesn’t even take a moment, however, before he’s pulling my ankles up to rest on his shoulders.
Then he’s lining up and pistoning into me.
I whimper.
It’s intense, faster, and harder than even I’m used to.
Yet Laurent has prepared me for my Alpha’s much larger cock. And the fire in my core welcomes his matching inferno.
Feral may burn anyone else to ash. I don’t know how Harbinger survived.
But Feral and I match. We always have.
Harbinger brushes his fingers across my breasts, circling my nipples.
I push into his teasing touch, which is driving me faster to the edge.
I thrash side to side.
“Be good and lie still for us, Kitten.” Harbinger ducks his head, allowing his silky hair to brush against my heated skin.
He licks across my nipple, before curling around it with a tongue that feels sinfully good.
I shiver, when he teases me with his teeth.
Then he looks up at me. “I’ve been dreaming about how incredible you’ll feel on my knot. How I’ll breed you.”
Feral snarls.
Harbinger’s lips quirk. “After Devil Alpha here knots you first, of course. He’s already bred me . I don’t want him to get any ideas about knotting me as well.”
Despite the waves of pleasure crashing over me, I laugh.
I should have known what it would be like having Harbinger in my bed.
His irreverent playfulness fits with the rest of the pack. I thought that River was the brat in this bed but I’m not sure anymore.
Harbinger and I both freeze at Feral’s warning growl. It’s the only warning that we get, before Feral grabs us both by the hair.
Feral holds Harbinger like he’s a badly behaved kitten in one hand, while he uses the other one to drag me up. Then he drops Harbinger on his face.
He manhandles me onto my elbows and knees.
I blush at how exposing a position it is. But when Feral plunges back into my pussy, I groan because the new position allows him to rut deeper into me.
It sparks even more intense pleasure through me.
I pant, as all ability to speak or think is driven from me.
Harbinger is pressing kisses across my cheeks.
“Please, please, please,” I cry.
Feral stiffens above me.
His breathing becomes ragged.
Feral’s hips stutter, before he comes with a final jerk, which pushes me over the precipice again.
But this time, it’s different than with Laurent.
It’s not stopping.
Feral’s cock also isn’t deflating. Instead, his knot is getting larger, pushing me over the edge of pleasure.
Again…and again… and again…
My cheeks are wet with tears.
Yet it’s because I’ve spent so many terrible ruts separated from Feral by cold, steel bars, desperate to experience what this would feel like with him.
We’ve both wanted it so fucking much…but also despaired that despite our fighting and planning, we may never get to experience this closeness.
This is life changing.
I can die happy, knowing that Feral has finally knotted me.
I just need one more thing…
Harbinger glances at Feral, who nods.
Then Harbinger strokes my cheek to make me look at him. “Harley, will you accept the bond of the Feral pack?”
My eyes widen.
It’s beautiful that Feral is trusting his new Second Alpha to be his voice in this moment.
I don’t need to worry about these Alphas not bonding with each other.
They already have.
“Yes.” My eyelashes tremble with happy tears.
Harbinger’s eyes light with a genuine joy that I haven’t seen before.
Then Feral presses his hard body over the length of my back.
At the same moment, both Alphas lower their mouths, one on each side of my neck, and bite.