Chapter 16 #2
“What?” He sounds amused. “Too much? Should I stop talking?”
“Don’t you dare,” I breathe, and his laugh is low and pleased.
“Hear that? Our omega likes when I talk dirty to her.” His fingers press deeper, and I whimper. “You like knowing how much we want you? How hard it’s been keeping our hands to ourselves? How many times we’ve had to take care of our own ruts thinking about this exact scenario?”
“Cole,” Dax warns, but it comes out more like a plea than a warning.
“What? I’m just being honest.” Cole’s fingers slide inside and curl. I arch into the touch with a gasp. “There we go. Right there? Yeah, I can tell. Your pretty pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight. Imagine what you’ll feel like when we finally knot you.”
“Cole,” I gasp, but whether it’s a protest or encouragement even, I’m not sure.
“She’s blushing,” Jalen observes, sounding delighted. His own fingers are working in tandem with Cole’s, the two of them finding a rhythm that’s driving me steadily toward another peak. “All the way down her chest. It’s adorable.”
“It’s hot,” Dax corrects. His hand is still on my breast, but now his mouth joins it, and the wet heat of his tongue against my nipple makes me cry out. “Everything about her is hot. The way she responds. The sounds she makes. The way she smells when she’s close.”
“And she’s close now,” Malik says. He shifts, sliding up my body to mirror Dax, claiming my other breast. “Can feel it in the way she’s tensing. Come on, omega. Give us another one. Show us how good we make you feel.”
The combination of Jalen and Cole’s fingers working together, Dax and Malik’s mouths on my breasts, the absolutely filthy things Cole keeps murmuring—it’s too much. I’m flying toward the edge again, faster than should be possible.
“Fuck yes, Sierra,” Cole encourages. “Feel how ready you are? Your body knows what it needs. Knows we’re going to take such good care of you. Going to fuck you so good during your heat, you’ll never want another alpha to touch you. Just us. Only us.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, and the curse feels entirely appropriate.
“Language, omega,” Dax says, but he sounds pleased rather than chiding. His teeth graze my nipple, and I nearly come apart right there. “Though I like hearing you lose control. Like knowing we affect you that much.”
“You do,” I gasp out. “I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Then do it,” Malik orders against my breast. “Come for us again. Let us feel it.”
Jalen’s fingers press deeper, and Cole’s thumb finds that perfect spot again, and I’m gone, crying out as the second orgasm crashes over me. This one is different. It’s longer, rolling through me in waves, leaving me shaking and gasping and completely wrecked.
When I can finally focus again, I realize I’m crying. But I’m not in pain. Not sad. It’s just sheer relief.
“Shhh,” Jalen soothes immediately, his fingers gentling. “Too much?”
“No,” I manage through tears. “No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. I just…”
“We’ve got you,” Dax murmurs. His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing away tears. “You’re doing so well, omega. Taking everything we give you. So perfect for us.”
The praise makes me whimper and fresh slick pools between my thighs. My body is still desperate, still needing more despite two orgasms in quick succession.
Heat is relentless like that.
“How are you feeling?” Malik asks, pulling back to look at me properly. His scent is so thick in the air I can taste it, dark with rut and want. “Any better?”
“Yes,” I admit. “But I still—I need—”
“We know,” he assures me. “Heat won’t be satisfied until you’re knotted. But we’re building up to that. Making sure you’re ready. Making sure this is good for you.”
“It is,” I say fervently. “It’s so good. You’re all so good.”
Cole makes a pleased sound. “Hear that? We’re good. She thinks we’re good.”
“She’s delirious from heat and orgasms,” Jalen points out, but he’s smiling. “Not sure we should take it as a compliment.”
“I’m taking it as a compliment,” Cole declares. His fingers are still inside me, moving in lazy circles that keep me on edge without pushing me over. “Our omega thinks we’re good at this. That’s going in the win column.”
Despite everything, despite the heat and the overwhelm and the intensity, I laugh. It comes out breathless and shaky.
“Did you just make a win column joke during sex?” I ask incredulously.
“I did,” Cole confirms, completely unrepentant. “Also, I’m keeping score. I’m winning.”
“You’re not winning,” Dax says flatly. “This isn’t a competition.”
“Everything is a competition if you’re competitive enough.”
“Cole,” Malik sighs, but I can hear the affection in his voice.
“What? I’m just saying, I made her come first—”
“You absolutely did not,” Jalen interrupts. “My fingers were involved too.”
“Team effort,” Cole amends. “But I’m taking partial credit.”
I’m laughing harder now, my body shaking with it, and the movement makes me acutely aware that Cole’s fingers are still inside me. The realization makes me flush and gasp, and suddenly the laughter is tangling with arousal again.
“Shut up, Cole,” Dax says, but there’s no real annoyance in it. “You’re ruining the mood.”
“Am I?” Cole asks, and his fingers curl deliberately, making me gasp. “Because based on how wet she just got, I don’t think I’m ruining anything.”
“He’s not,” I manage breathlessly. “I like—” I have to pause as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. “I like that you’re comfortable enough to joke. Makes this feel less overwhelming. More... real.”
The teasing atmosphere shifts slightly, becoming something softer.
“It is real,” Malik says quietly. His hand is on my thigh again, thumb stroking soothing circles. “This, us, it’s all real, Sierra. Not just heat and rut. Though that’s part of it too.”
I nod, biting my lips as another wave of heat crashes through me, and I whimper, my body arching involuntarily. The brief respite from the worst of the symptoms is fading, and I can feel the desperate need building again.
“She needs more,” Jalen whispers softly. “Heat’s not going to be satisfied with just fingers.”
“I know,” Malik says. “But we’re taking this slow. Making sure she’s ready.”
“I am ready,” I protest. “Please, I need—”
“Not yet,” Dax says firmly, and the command in his voice makes my omega settle slightly even as I whimper in protest. “We’re going to make you come at least once more before we even think about knotting you. Want you so ready you’re begging for it.”
“I am begging,” I point out breathlessly.
Cole laughs, the sound warm and affectionate. “She’s got a point.”
“Once more,” Malik says, and it’s not a suggestion. “Give us one more, omega, and then we’ll give you what you really need.”
His hand slides up my thigh and joins Cole and Jalen’s fingers, and suddenly there are three of them touching me, working together with devastating efficiency.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head falling back against the pillows. “That’s—I can’t—”
“You can,” Dax says. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin. “You’re going to. Going to come apart for us one more time and then we’re going to take such good care of you, omega. Going to make this heat bearable. Going to fill you up and knot you and make you forget you ever hurt.”
The promise in his words combined with three sets of hands working me over is too much. I’m hurtling toward the edge again, faster than ever, completely at their mercy.
“That’s it,” Cole encourages, his voice dropping into that sinful register again. “Feel how ready you are? How desperate? Your pretty pussy is dripping all over our hands, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel you squeeze my knot. Can’t wait to fill you until you’re so full you can’t take any more.”
“Cole,” I whimper, and this time it’s definitely encouragement.
“Love hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs. “Say it again. Tell me whose fingers are making you feel this good.”
“Cole,” I gasp out obediently. “Cole, Jalen, Malik—please—”
“And me,” Dax growls against my neck. “Don’t forget me, omega.”
“Dax,” I add desperately. “All of you. Please, I—”
“We know what you need,” Malik says, and his thumb presses firmly against exactly the right spot.
I shatter.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m shaking apart, that I’m probably making embarrassing sounds, that my nails are definitely leaving marks.
But mostly I’m just feeling. Drowning in pleasure and pack scent and the absolute rightness of being surrounded by alphas who care enough to make sure I come three times before even getting what they need.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m crying again. Proper tears are streaming down my face as I try to catch my breath.
“Perfect,” Dax murmurs, kissing the tears from my cheeks. “You’re so perfect, omega. Did so well for us.”
“So beautiful when you come apart,” Jalen adds softly. His fingers have withdrawn, but his hand is rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Could watch you do that all day.”
“Please don’t,” I manage weakly. “I don’t think I’d survive.”
Cole laughs, bright and warm. “She’s got jokes. That’s a good sign.”
“That’s a sign she needs what we haven’t given her yet,” Malik corrects. His hand is still on my thigh, grounding me. “Ready for more, omega? Or do you need a minute?”
I take inventory of my body. The three orgasms have taken the edge off, but I can still feel heat simmering under my skin, still feel the desperate, empty ache that won’t be satisfied until I’m properly knotted.
“More,” I whisper. “Please. I need more.”
“Then you’ll get more,” Dax promises. “Everything you need. Everything you can take.”
And looking at the four of them, clothes still on, eyes dark with rut, scents thick with want and affection, I believe him.
I believe all of them.