Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sierra
The shift in the air is immediate.
One moment, Malik is asking if I’m sure. The next, his words settle over me, and everything changes.
Jalen’s mouth returns to my neck, and this time when he kisses me, he doesn’t pull away. His tongue traces the sensitive skin there and I gasp, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders. The sensation is overwhelming. Pleasure so intense it borders on too much, making my toes curl and my back arch.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let us hear you, sweetheart. Want to know what feels good.”
His hands slide down my sides, following the curve of my waist, and I’m suddenly hyperaware that I’m still wearing the oversized t-shirt. The fabric feels too thick, too restrictive, too much barrier between us.
Jalen seems to have the same thought because his fingers find the hem of the shirt and pause there, asking without words.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pulls back just enough to help me sit up slightly, and then the shirt is being lifted over my head. Cool air hits my overheated skin, and I shiver despite the warmth radiating from the four alphas surrounding me.
For a moment, there’s silence.
I’m bare, and four pairs of eyes are locked on me with an intensity that makes me want to cover myself and press closer at the same time.
“Beautiful,” Cole breathes. “Fuck, Sierra, you’re so beautiful.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I’ve never been particularly confident about my body. Too soft here, too angular there, nothing special. But the way they’re looking at me makes me feel like something precious. Something desired.
Dax tilts my face toward him. His dark forest green eyes are nearly black with rut, and when he speaks, his voice is pure gravel.
“Don’t hide from us, omega. Want to see all of you.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver through me. My omega preens at the attention, at being called omega in that possessive tone, at being the focus of an alpha’s complete attention.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” Dax murmurs, and oh—
Oh.
The praise hits me, making me inhale deeply. My omega practically purrs, and fresh slick pools between my thighs. All four of them inhale sharply, their own scents spiking in response, all tangling together until I’m drowning in alpha.
“She likes that,” Cole murmurs, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as my face burns hotter. “Likes being praised. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
I can’t form words, so I just nod.
“Use your words, omega,” Dax says, his thumb stroking along my jaw. “Want to hear you say it.”
“I—” My voice comes out shaky. “Yes. I like it.”
“What do you like?” Malik asks from his position near my legs. Both his hands are on me now, one on my calf and one sliding slowly up my thigh. The touch is light, teasing, making me squirm. “Being called a good girl? Or being called omega?”
“Both,” I admit, and the confession feels so vulnerable, I want to shy away from it. But I don’t get the chance to.
“Both,” Jalen repeats softly, and then his mouth is on my shoulder, kissing and nipping lightly. “Our good omega.”
Our omega.
There’s that word again. ‘Our’.
But my heat-fogged brain doesn’t care. All I care about is the way his lips feel against my skin, the way Dax’s hand is sliding from my jaw down my neck to my collarbone, the way Malik’s hands are getting higher on my thighs, the way Cole is watching with hungry eyes like he’s memorizing every reaction.
“Can we touch you?” Malik asks, his fingers pausing just above my knees. “Properly?”
“Please,” I breathe.
Malik’s smile is devastating. “Since you asked so nicely.”
His hands slide higher, and my hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact, and he makes an approving sound low in his throat.
“Impatient,” he observes. “You’ve been dealing with this heat alone for far too long, omega.”
“Days,” Dax growls, and the sound vibrates through me where we’re still touching. “You suffered through days of heat alone when you had four alphas right here who could have helped.”
“I didn’t—” I have to pause as Jalen’s mouth finds my collarbone, as his hand slides up my ribcage. “I didn’t know if you’d want—”
“Want?” Cole interrupts, and suddenly he’s there too, kneeling beside Dax, his hand joining the exploration of my skin.
His fingers trace my sternum, down between my breasts, so light it’s almost ticklish.
“Sierra, we’ve been half out of our minds wanting you.
Only thing that kept us from breaking down your door was knowing you needed space to decide. ”
“Well, I’ve decided,” I say, and my voice comes out steadier than I expected. “I want this. Want you. All of you.”
The effect is immediate.
Jalen’s hands tighten on my ribcage. Cole’s pupils dilate until his ocean blue eyes are nearly black. And Malik’s hands slide up the last few inches to grip my thighs fully.
“Then let us give you what you need,” he says.
He pulls my thighs apart, and suddenly I’m completely open in a nest surrounded by four fully-clothed alphas. The vulnerability of it should probably bother me. Somehow, it doesn’t.
“Fuck,” Cole breathes. “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”
A whimper escapes my lips. “Please,” I plead, way past the point of pride. “Please, I need—”
“We know what you need,” Malik says, and then his hands are on my inner thighs, spreading me wider. “We’re going to take such good care of you, omega. Going to make you feel so good you forget what it’s like to hurt.”
His thumbs stroke dangerously close to where I’m aching, and I whimper, my hips tilting toward him shamelessly.
“Patient,” he chides gently. “We’ll get there. But first—” He leans in, his nose brushing against my inner thigh, and breathes in deeply. “First, I want to learn what you smell like everywhere. Want to map every inch of you.”
His mouth follows his nose, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I have to bite back a moan. Above me, Dax and Cole and Jalen are still touching me. Hands on my breasts now, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“Please,” I whimper again.
“You need to come,” Malik growls, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Need the pressure to ease. Don’t worry, omega. We’ll get you there.”
His mouth moves higher, and I tense in anticipation, but he doesn’t go where I expect. Instead, his lips close over the apex of my thigh, and when his tongue traces over it, I nearly come apart.
Pleasure shoots straight up my spine, and my back arches off the nest, a cry escaping my throat. Every nerve ending in my body lights up at once, and I’m shaking, trembling, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
“That’s it,” Malik says against my skin. “That’s our good omega. So responsive. So perfect.”
He does it again, tongue dragging slowly over my skin, and this time my hands scramble for purchase, finding Jalen’s shoulders, Cole’s arm, anything to anchor me through the overwhelming pleasure.
“She’s close already,” Cole observes, and there’s wonder in his voice. “Just from scent play. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Want to see her come,” Dax growls. His hand is still on my breast, thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple in a way that sends sparks of pleasure-pain through me. “Want to watch her fall apart for us.”
“Then let’s give her what she needs,” Jalen says, and his hand slides down my stomach, past where Cole’s fingers are still tracing patterns, lower and lower until—
“Oh God,” I gasp as his fingers finally touch where I’m aching.
The contact is almost too much. I’m so sensitive, so desperate for relief, that even the lightest touch feels intense. Jalen seems to understand because he keeps his touch gentle, learning me with careful fingers.
“So wet,” he murmurs, almost reverently. “So perfect. Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.”
I can barely form thoughts, let alone words, but I try. “There—yes, like that—”
His fingers circle slowly, and I’m shaking apart, pressure building in my core with devastating speed. Malik is still working my inner thigh with his mouth, making me shiver with each stroke. And then Jalen’s thumb finds exactly the right spot and presses just right and I’m gone.
The orgasm crashes over me, pleasure so intense my entire body shudders uncontrollably.
I’m distantly aware that I’m crying out, that my body is arching and shaking, that my nails are probably leaving marks in Jalen’s shoulders.
But mostly I’m just drowning in sensation, in relief, in the absolute rightness of being surrounded by pack while my body finally, finally gets what it needs.
It seems to last forever and no time at all. When I finally come back to myself, I’m trembling and breathless, and there are tears on my cheeks.
“Shhh,” Jalen soothes, his clean hand coming up to brush my hair back. “You’re okay. We’re right here with you.”
“That was beautiful,” Cole says softly. “You’re beautiful when you come, Sierra. Want to see it again.”
“Again?” I manage weakly. My body feels like jelly, boneless and satisfied in a way I haven’t felt in days.
“Again,” Malik confirms, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “That was one, omega. We’re going to give you as many as you can take.”
As if to prove his point, Jalen’s fingers start moving again. The touch is different now, more confident, using what he learned from my first orgasm to map out exactly what I like.
“Mmm,” Malik growls approvingly. He’s moved up slightly, his mouth now on my stomach, kissing and nipping at the soft skin there. “See? Your body knows. Your omega knows. You need more.”
Cole’s hand joins Jalen’s, fingers sliding lower to circle my entrance, and the dual sensation makes me gasp.
“Let us take care of you,” he says, and his voice has dropped into a register that’s pure sin.
“Let us make you feel so good you forget your own name. Want to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart. Want you to only ever think of us when you touch yourself later.”
The words make me flush hot, arousal spiking despite already being overwhelmed. “Cole—”