Chapter 17
CAELIA
“In you go,” Santo says, opening the women’s bathroom door.
My lips twitch as he follows me inside. A few women glance at us, but I simply walk into the open stall and use the restroom. I notice that Santo is right next door, and I roll my eyes at how overprotective my alphas are.
I do love it though. It makes me feel cared for, like nothing bad could ever happen to me while I'm with them. Even if it was a little odd knowing he could hear me pee.
Cleaning up, I fix my pants and make sure to flush as I step outside. There are women glaring at me, but I ignore them as I step up to the sink beside Santo to wash my hands.
“Why are you bringing a man into the bathroom?” one woman huffs.
“Because women can be some of the vilest humans on the planet, and I protect what’s mine,” Santo says without blinking an eye as he rinses his hands. “Any other questions?”
I hide my smile as I finish up, pulling paper towels for both myself and Santo.
“Thanks, baby,” he murmurs. He tosses our towels once we dry off, taking my hand to walk me out.
The women don’t say a single word in reply to his question.
“Wow,” I say appreciatively as he leads me out the back door. “That was impressive.”
Grinning, he catches me when I throw myself at him.
“You think?” he asks, pressing my back against the brick wall as he licks up my neck. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and one of his hands is on my ass to keep me in place.
“Very,” I purr, enjoying the way he groans.
“This outfit is sinful,” he murmurs, pushing up my shirt so he can kiss my skin. “You taste so fucking good, Little Omega.”
“Please don’t stop,” I reply, feeling his erection against my thigh. He’s fully pressed against me and today, I’m not afraid.
Santo frees my breasts from my bra by shoving it all out of the way, grinning like a kid in a candy store as they bounce out.
He opens his lips to suck on them, and for someone who has never done this before, he’s pretty fucking amazing at it.
His tongue swirls around my nipple, before flicking and sucking.
His other hand squeezes my neglected breast to ensure it doesn’t get lonely, the cool air already pebbling my nipple.
“Argh,” I cry out as he pulls hard on my nipple. “Alpha…”
“Santo mio,” he curses under his breath. I have no idea what that means. But his hands ghost down my torso to my pants button. “Cae—”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Alpha.”
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he rasps, unthreading the button and zipper. “Why are these so tight, baby?”
“They make my ass look good,” I say honestly, helping him wrestle my pants and panties down my thighs.
“My pretty,” he says reverently, his hand cupping my pussy while my cheeks heat. “Let’s see if you blush in other places too.”
Santo’s fingers drag through my arousal as I gasp, my shoulders still balanced against the wall. Hoisting me up further, his mouth crashing against mine as he eases a finger inside my cunt.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he rasps. “We’re just going to see what feels good.”
Nodding greedily, I moan as he pushes a second finger inside of me.
“Fuck, baby. I want so much, but for now, come on my fingers before someone finds us,” Santo begs.
His lips press against mine again, swallowing my sounds before I can think too deeply about the fact that I’m in a back alley, which is still public indecency. All of that falls away when his fingers begin to thrust and curl inside me, and I clench around them with a cry.
“Yes, yes,” he growls, kissing up my jawline. His teeth scrape against my skin next, and my eyes roll back as I whine. “Soon, so fucking soon. You like my teeth, don’t you?”
“Yes. Alpha,” I whimper. “More.”
He sucks on my pulse point on my throat, pushing me closer to my orgasm as I thrust my hips forward. I am greedy, and I want it all. His thumb rolls over my clit, my hands clutching at his shoulders as I ride his fingers.
It’s so hard to stay quiet, but I’m doing my best.
“Santo?”
I can hear Miles’ voice and I whine at the thought that he’s going to make us stop.
“Shhh, baby. You’re strangling my fingers with your sweet cunt. I can feel your walls are trembling, just fall over the edge so I can catch you,” Santo growls.
I swear that I can feel that rumble in my clit, and I shudder with need. I’m practically naked, but I don’t feel cold.
“Seriously?” Miles asks, coming closer. “Lucky bastard. You’re going to be a good girl for me and come all over Santo’s hand, aren’t you baby?”
“Ye…es,” I gasp.
“Do it,” he murmurs, kissing me to keep me quiet. I have no idea where Levon is, but my bubble of consciousness has closed to the point where I’m only paying attention to the alphas touching me.
Thank fuck Levon pulls me away from Miles to also kiss me. They both squeeze my breasts while gazing down my body to where Santo is seriously considering ripping my pants off me. I need all of my alphas.
“Leave her pants on for now,” Miles growls.
My eyes roll back as Santo stretches me with another finger, beginning to twist them as he thrusts.
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“You really need to remember my name, baby,” he teases, licking up my chest while I writhe. “I want to hear you.”
That’s so different from what he’s been telling me that I keen as I come, gasping for my alpha as I clamp down on his fingers. Miles rubs my cheek with his thumb as he watches, not an ounce of jealousy on his face. Levon pushes his finger in alongside Santo’s, groaning at the sound of my arousal.
I feel full, but it’s not enough.
“Let’s go grab a car,” Miles murmurs. “Caelia was just loud enough to attract attention. Though, I’m sure this is just a normal night for some in New Orleans.”
Levon sucks my slick off his finger, his eyes nearly crossing as he groans, while Santo pulls his fingers out of me to push them into my mouth.
“Show me how well you can clean me up,” he whispers.
I suck on his fingers, pressing them further down my throat, swallowing as I gag.
“Careful,” Miles says. “Fuck, that sound is fucking sinful. It makes me think about your lips wrapped around something else, baby.”
Santo removes his fingers only to kiss me, his tongue chasing the flavor of my slick. Gently placing my feet on the ground, my alphas fix my clothes until the only evidence that anything happened is the heavy scent of my arousal in the air.
“Look at that, no bar fights tonight,” Levon says cheerfully as he hugs me to his side to walk out of the alley.
“I almost got in a cat fight with some girls in the bathroom,” Santo chuckles, holding my hand.
“You’re not someone I typically have to worry about,” Miles sighs, pulling out his phone. At my glance, he shakes his head. “I’m paying, baby. Don’t make a fuss about it.”
I shrug as I lean into Levon’s warmth, happy to be snuggled.
“I wasn’t going to let Caelia go to the bathroom alone,” Santo continues as if Miles hadn’t spoken.
“I had a stall buddy,” I giggle, feeling a little blissed out. “The girls in the restroom weren’t amused though.”
Levon’s hand curls around my chin, pushing my head up to meet his gaze.
“Are you cum drunk?” he asks, his expression soft and amused.
“A little,” I admit.
“She’s had a long day, so make sure to play nicely,” Miles says as our car rolls up to us. “I’ll take the front seat.”
Piling into the SUV, I watch as Levon pulls the seatbelt over my body and locks it in before he does the same for himself. I happen to glance up in the rearview mirror and notice that the driver has his lip curled at me in disgust.
God, I probably smell like sex. Biting my lip, I glance away and cross my legs uncomfortably.
“Caelia?” Santo asks, sounding worried. I shake my head, just wanting to get out of the car as soon as possible. There are people in the world who aren’t kind to omegas.
As soon as the car stops, I hit the release on my seatbelt, and Santo gets out on his side to grab my hand and pull me out. I can hear the driver muttering to himself as we close the doors, and Santo stiffens.
“Did he just call you a fucking whore?” he growls.
“I think I was filling the car with my scent from, you know,” I mutter, my cheeks feeling hot.
“Cabron,” he curses, escorting me toward the hotel doors.
“You smell like heaven, but he didn’t need to act like that,” Miles says, right beside me.
I sneak a glance at him, and I find that he’s already watching me.
“No more hiding, okay? Omegas walk around every day without scent blockers and sprays. We’re here to keep you safe. I’m going to go get our keys,” he says, stepping away to walk to the front desk.
“He’s right,” Levon says. “I mean, he usually is, but let’s not tell him that.”
I huff out a laugh, thinking about my last four heat pills. Is it considered hiding if I ration them?
“I’m off all of my suppressants except for one,” I confess.
“Which one?” Santo asks. They’re like bookends on either side of me, and it’s late enough that we’re alone in the lobby.
“My heat suppressant. I’m worried about going off it. There’s the fact that we’re basically long distance, I travel often, and I’m terrified of being in pain and alone,” I explain.
Miles catches part of what I said as he comes back, and I can see the wheels turning in his mind.
“We have a lot to work out,” he admits as he points toward the elevators for us to begin walking.
“I want to tell you not to take your heat suppressant and see what happens while you’re staying with us for the week.
I found us a place while I was waiting for you outside the bar and booked it.
You have an option that you haven’t considered yet. ”
“What’s that?” I ask, following him into the elevator car with the guys.
“Stop taking the suppressants all together and let us take care of you,” Santo says, realizing where Miles is going with this.
“It may not happen this week,” I warn.
“I heard that an omega’s heat can be brought on by being around her alphas’ pheromones," Levon muses. “It happened to some friends of mine. I don’t want you to be alone for this.”
Damn. I think about this as I get off the elevator with my alphas. I’m going to be anxious either way, maybe I should go for it.
“Let me see if your bag is in here before you go with Santo and Levon,” Miles says, letting himself into his room.
Suddenly, I’m really unhappy that he’s gone. Wrapping my arms around myself in a hug, I swallow down a whine. This is silly, Caelia.
Levon hugs me from behind, whispering, “You don’t have to hug yourself when I’m right here, baby. Penny for your thoughts? What’s up?”
Santo waits patiently beside us, his brows knit in concern.
“It’s silly,” I confess.
“You’re hunched over and making yourself small,” Santo observes. “Take space, baby. You’re not bothering us by telling us what you need.”
Miles walks out of his room with my bag in his hand and I blow out a breath.
“I feel odd splitting up,” I say. “I don’t want to be away from you, Miles.”
“Grab your shit, Coach, you’re being tapped in,” Levon teases, kissing my cheek. “Was it hard?”
“Was what hard?” I grumble, staring back at Miles as he stands stock still in the hallway.
“Asking for what you want,” Levon says, squeezing me gently.
“I suppose not.”
“Ah, so am I getting my bag too?” Miles asks. As the guys smirk at each other over my head, he sighs. “I guess I didn’t think this part of things through. I’m an only child and sharing doesn’t come easily.”
“I’m unsurprised by this,” Levon snorts.
“But, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would,” he finishes. “Caelia, watching Santo make you come tonight was really fucking incredible. At the end of the day, I want you to feel adored, loved, and safe. So I guess I’m going to get my bag.”
My eyes water with emotion as I nod. Miles didn’t pull any punches with his words just now.
“Well fuck. Did he just tell you he loved you first?” Levon asks as Miles returns to the room.
“First?” I squeak out.
“Levon,” Santo murmurs. “Don’t freak her out.”
“Will I get spanked if I stop?” Levon asks wickedly, lifting me into his arms in a bridal carry. “I need Caelia naked immediately, please.”
“The brat asked so nicely,” I chuckle, laying my head on his chest.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Santo says, raising a single brow.
“Fuck, sorry, I got everything now,” Miles says, returning. “Your room is four down.”
His hands are full with our bags, and he grins when he sees that Levon is carrying me.
“Let’s go, Princess,” Miles teases me as I giggle. It is kind of ridiculous that I’m being carried, but it’s not even the first time this week that it’s happened. At least this time I’m not upside down.
Santo and Levon have a huge king size bed in their room, and there’s more space than their last location. This is a really nice hotel.
Levon tosses me to the bed, making me half scream when I’m airborne.
“Oops,” he says, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes, baby.”
“I guess I am,” I say, pulling my shirt off. All of a sudden, my alphas stop moving, their eyes firmly on me. They’ve already seen me mostly without my clothes, but it makes it no less nerve wracking to strip for them.
“Keep going, baby,” Miles croons, his teeth scoring his bottom lip. Our bags are abandoned in a corner, and he half undoes the buttons on his shirt before he rips it over his head.
Shivering, and not from cold, I take off my bra and toss it to the side.
“I can’t wait to fuck those,” Levon breathes, toeing off his shoes.
Santo strips off his clothes except his boxers and comes over to unzip my boots. He opens the secret compartment and nods in approval when he sees my stun gun.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, closing it up and pulling off my socks with my boots.
I pull myself together as I swallow hard, struggling to remember what I’m doing. The three of them have a habit of doing that. My fingers move to help Santo take off my pants, and I gasp as he manages to strip me completely naked.
“Mmm. No hiding now,” he says, leaning over to kiss me. “Will you present for your alphas?”
I swear you could hear a pin drop in here, and I whine at the request.
“You want to, don’t you, baby?” Santo rumbles. He has his hands on my thighs, keeping me immobile without realizing it. His voice seems to vibrate through my body, and I whimper as my clit throbs with need. “Show me.”
He stands to release me, and I twist my body so my ass is up and my head is down, essentially showing off my pussy to them.
“You’re drenched,” Miles groans. I can hear clothing rustle before the mattress depresses slightly from the combined weight of my alphas. Whimpering, I feel my pussy push out slick in anticipation.
This is so different from my last sexual experience that it helps keep me in the moment. My past doesn’t have power in this room.
I do, and I really want my alphas.