Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
Athena’s bond, from the moment it formed, felt like it had always been there. It’s a part of me, something I never expected to feel, but wouldn’t give up for the world.
My bond with Charles feels the same, but for different reasons.
He’s family. No matter what happens, I know he has my back, and that we’re better off together.
It’s not romantic. I’m not suddenly in love with the stuck-up asshole. I still have no desire to so much as kiss him, despite how objectively handsome he is.
I can feel his joy. As long as I’ve known the guy, I’ve known that his family shaped him to be the type of Alpha anyone would be proud to call their own.
It ate at him because of the life a Pack Lupine leads.
He knew he couldn’t bring an Omega into his world, having been told his whole life that they deserve to be worshiped, no matter how much he wanted one.
And then he got us.
Athena, a gorgeous woman with a big heart that has been broken too many times, needed someone to choose her. And then, there’s me, someone living as risky a life as he is, and doesn’t want an Alpha’s bite just because of his designation.
The moment his teeth broke skin, his sweet floral scent knocked me in the chest, and for a moment, I grieved.
Beta Atlas is officially gone.
I should mourn him, but I can’t. How could I, when nothing but positive feelings radiate from my two bondmates?
My body is on fire, but my brain isn’t as fuzzy as it was before. The doctor must’ve been right about pheromones being what helps ease a heat, not a knot in particular.
I want to know the mechanics of why I’m cramping and producing slick if I didn’t develop a uterus from this designation swap, which is what Icarus said, but honestly, hot and horny is not when I want to be diving into the science of being a medical marvel.
I mean, I never want to learn about science, but especially not now.
The other three Alphas are saying something, but my brain can’t focus on that. All I can think about is how good Athena’s pineapple smells when mixed with Charles’s citrus, floral scent.
Athena seems to lose the plot as well, her eyelids lowered, her whines getting needier, as she shoves Charles down to the plush nest.
“Alpha,” she pants, crawling on top of him. “Please?”
Affection I’ve never seen on him before melts his face. “Are you lucid?”
She nuzzles her head into the crux of his neck. “Mostly.”
“Me too,” I say, looking at the other three, who are spread around the nest in various states of undress. “We need to do this quickly, in case that changes.”
Wyatt clears his throat and steps forward. “Alright, well. Y’all have uh, taken things to a place I wasn’t considering when ya bonded Charles. First things first, are we to help you during the heat?”
“Yes,” Athena and I both say at the same time.
There’s no hesitation from either of us.
That Omega voice she spoke about is clear in my head as well, and I know I need them.
I’ve fought being an Omega tooth and nail, and maybe when these hormones aren’t boiling inside me, I’ll be pissed that I’m going along with this so easily, but I want them all. I don’t want any of them to leave.
“All of us?” Wyatt asks, looking at me pointedly.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “All of you.”
“Limits?” Harvey asks, circling Athena and Charles and resting his hand on the back of her head. “Anything off the table?”
“No double penetration,” I say stiffly. “Really, just don’t rough me up.
” Part of being an adult who has sex is being comfortable talking about it, but I have to admit, this feels different from the other times.
Being an Omega automatically puts me in a more submissive position, which is not the role I have taken.
I’m not a switch. I’ve always been firmly a dom, regardless of the gender I’m with.
I’m not sure what this change in destination is going to do to the way I like to fuck, but I’m going to have to figure it out eventually.
“I don’t like choking,” Athena says, rotating her hips on Charles’s lap like she can’t control herself. “Or slapping.”
“Yeah, well, first time with both of y’all, and a heat isn’t the time to experiment with heavy kink stuff.” Harvey rustles her hair and locks eyes with me. “We’ll follow your lead.”
That loosens something in my chest, and I feel myself slipping a little deeper into the fog of my heat. I’ve known for some time now that I can trust these men with my life, but this is different. This is emotional and sexual intimacy, and it’s not like we’ve been dating for a while.
This is more than that, and we all know it.
“Bonds?” Sebass asks softly. “No pressure, of course, but I thought, maybe…” He trails off, looking up at the ceiling. “Never mind.”
“We all need to follow our instincts,” Athena says, reaching toward him and squeezing once he grasps her hand. “That’s what everyone has been saying since day one. We should follow our instincts. They won’t lead us wrong. So if it feels right, I want it.”
There’s so much more we need to say. We all know it.
But we can have those conversations when this is over. We’ve said all we need to say for now.
My body is on fire, and Athena’s hips are picking up speed from where she grinds on Charles. He throws his head back, eyes wrenched closed, fingers digging into the sheets to keep himself from grabbing Athena and taking over the situation.
“Last thing,” Wyatt says, reaching down and grabbing his cock, stroking it slowly.
“We’re going to use a stoplight system for safe words, but we don’t know how out of it you will be.
We reserve the right to put a stop to anything that seems concerning.
Is that understood? I’m going to trust you to safe word, but if it looks like it’s going too far, I will step in. ”
“Fair,” I grunt, unable to wrench my eyes away from his swollen head. I can remember how he tastes, the sounds he makes, as if it were only yesterday that we were together. I want him, need him, in my mouth.
I swiftly cross the nest and drop to my knees in front of him, sucking his head past my lips. His hands land on my head, and he snags my hair, trying to hold me still.
“Are you sure, Atlas?” he whispers, so only I can hear him. “About all of it? The sex, the bonding? Are you sure?”
I circle my hand around the base of his cock, where I know his knot will inflate once he comes. “I’m going to follow my instincts, Wyatt,” I assure him. “We’ll have to see if you can keep up.”
The Alpha’s jaw drops open when I suck him down to the back of my throat and swallow, before popping off of him, rising to my feet, and turning back to my Omega.
Athena’s lips are locked with Charles’s, who has finally lost his button-up shirt and has his hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind against him. Sebastian sits beside them, kissing up Athena’s arm and shoulder, one of his hands playing with her nipples.
Harvey is sitting back, watching the three of them, hand resting on the bulge in his briefs, when we make eye contact. He winks, squeezing his cock and tilting his head in question. He meant it when he said he’d follow my lead, letting me make the call if I want to approach him.
And I do.
But I can’t make my feet move. I’m rooted to the spot when Wyatt comes up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, brushing his fingers through the hair at the root of my cock, fingers so close to my dripping length but providing no friction.
I buck my hips forward, and Wyatt grips me, tight, slow strokes promising to drive me crazy.
Not breaking eye contact with me, Harvey pulls his dick out, pumping his fist at the same pace Wyatt teases me. My Alpha leans down, ghosting his lips over my ear.
“You like knowing that he wants you?” He squeezes my tip with a swirl of his hand, collecting the slick there and spreading it down my length. “That I want you?”
He grinds his hips into my ass, showing me just how much he wants me, and I thrust into his fist. “Prove it,” I pant, needing more. My brain is spinning, circling a single thought.
Alpha.
I need Alphas.
Athena’s whines are growing desperate as she grips our bonded Alpha’s shoulders, but something is holding her back. I want her to get what she needs, what her body is craving.
I spin and snag Wyatt around the neck, pushing him to his knees beside Charles.
“Hey, Omega,” I purr, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. “Having fun?”
“Need,” she whimpers, throwing her head back.
“You need more?” I ask her, stroking the side of her neck. “Charles,” I snap. “Take your pants off.”
“I don’t want to make her stop.” His voice is strained.
Sebass wraps his arms around Athena’s waist and lifts her. She yelps and complains, but it gives Charles the time to get his pants off before the other Alpha lowers our Omega back down.
“Do you want his cock, Omega?” Sebastian asks her. “You can have it, you know. It’s yours now.”
Harvey has moved around the nest, lounging beside where I have Wyatt on his knees, waiting as I lightly grip his throat. The scarred Alpha smirks at me, nodding at my painfully hard cock.
“You planning on taking care of that?” he asks, his rough voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“Nope. Wyatt will, though.” I release the Alpha and grab the base of my cock. “Won’t you, Alpha?”
He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing my hip and pulling me into his hot mouth, running his tongue across my slit. I turn to see my Omega perched above Charles’s cock, stroking it a few times before she lowers herself onto him.
“Fuck,” the Alpha hisses, his hands landing on her dimpled thighs as she tentatively rocks on his lap.
Sebass grabs Athena’s chin and presses his lips to hers before pulling back and pressing their foreheads together. “Such a good, pretty Omega, taking her Alpha’s cock. How does it feel?”
Wyatt bobs his head down my length, the sloppy sounds of my slick obscene, and yet so fucking hot that I have to stop myself from fucking his throat.