Seventy
SEVENTY
Mia
THE DAY WAS FINALLY here, and I still couldn’t believe it was real. Nat, Emiel, and I were in the nest with Luca— waiting . This time, though, there was no question of Luca’s and my heats being several days late. Luca was right on the cusp of full heat already, and the scent of him and Emiel together coiled its way into my bloodstream like a drug, ready to drag me along with him.
Nat paced the edges of the room restlessly, avoiding the mounds of soft pillows and blankets Luca and I had endlessly arranged and rearranged.
“You’re both sure you’re okay with what we’ve all agreed on?” he asked, unable to keep the nervousness completely out of his voice.
“ Nngh ,” Luca moaned, burrowing closer into Emiel’s side in a shadowed corner. Both Luca and I were naked; clothing having become unbearable a couple of hours ago. By contrast, Nat and Emiel were dressed in low-slung track pants... and I was pretty sure they weren’t wearing anything underneath. I could hardly wait to verify that theory... possibly with my teeth.
“He’s okay with it,” Emiel said, answering for Luca.
The big alpha’s normally deep voice rumbled even deeper than usual, and something about it settled beneath my skin, making me shiver in delight.
“Mm-hmm,” I managed, succumbing to the urge to flop down on Emiel’s other side so I could jam my nose against his throat and sniff deeply.
His breath caught, the scent of spicy citrus deepening as I licked a stripe up the tempting stretch of skin.
“You, uh—” Emiel paused and cleared his throat. “You might wanna go get the others now, Nat.”
“ Christ .”
Nat sounded choked. I was busy, with my lips fastened around the tendon on the side of Emiel’s neck—but I glanced up from beneath my eyelashes to see him pressing a hand hard against his straining erection.
“Yeah, um...” he gulped, his dark gaze hot on mine. “I’m on it.”
He practically ran from the room, still with his hands cupped to his groin as though he thought his dick might somehow start without him. I snickered into Emiel’s shoulder.
Emiel groaned, carefully peeling me away from his skin with a hand on my nape. The fragrant slick that pulsed hotly between my thighs in response to the gentle manhandling probably wasn’t the reaction he’d been going for... not that I could have prevented it.
“Mia, stop it,” he said. “There’s a plan, and if you keep doing that, it’s not gonna happen right.”
I pouted, but didn’t fight him. I wasn’t quite all the way gone yet, and I knew what he meant. The six of us had talked at length about this, and there was a reason we weren’t simply throwing caution to the four winds and going at it like animals from the first moment.
Emiel was still worried that he’d hurt someone, and no amount of reassurance could convince him otherwise. He and Byron had their whole... thing going on. Rivalry, or whatever you wanted to call it. They’d agreed not to take dampeners, since dampeners hadn’t done a damn thing for Emiel last time.
However, they’d decided that the way to keep things from getting ugly was for Byron to mate me first, while Emiel was helping Luca toward his first peak. Then Emiel would mate me as well, and I would be the conduit to bind the two alphas as pack. Once that psychic bond between the two of them was cemented, Emiel thought he’d be ‘safe,’ as ridiculous as the rest of us found his concerns.
Byron would no longer be a rival alpha trying to bite Luca, Emiel’s established mate. He’d be pack, with the connection already established through me.
I found it telling that neither of them seemed worried about Zalen biting us... but that was just the effect Zalen had on people. And speaking of Zalen, he’d volunteered to take dampeners for the heat, so there would be someone keeping an eye on things.
I’d taken him aside privately, because that didn’t really seem fair. Except then he’d told me—also in confidence—that he hadn’t enjoyed going into rut, the couple of times it had happened during his mating to Julie. It made him anxious, not being in his right mind.
“Maybe I’ll try it again in the future... after we’re established as a pack,” he’d finished. “Not this time, though.”
I recognized a fellow control freak when I saw one, so I’d simply kissed him on the lips and thanked him for looking out for us. Although I didn’t say so, I hoped that someday, he could get the same joy I was getting at the prospect of setting that control aside for a few days.
My first heat with these alphas had been under just about the worst circumstances imaginable. And yet, what stuck with me about it—aside from the absolutely brain-melting hotness of the sex—was the way in which I’d felt cared for . My every need had been met without me having to say a word.
I couldn’t wait to have that feeling again.
As footsteps jogged along the hallway, a deep sense of rightness flowed through me—because the waiting was over.
A cloud of lime and coconut, spice and musk hit me in the instant before Nat, Byron, and Zalen appeared in the open doorway. That was apparently it for Luca. He whined low in the back of his throat and climbed into Emiel’s lap, rutting shamelessly against his big cock through the increasingly soaked fabric of the track pants.
Emiel growled, his hands closing around Luca’s hips to guide his movements. Beads of sweat broke out across my body in response to the possessive noise, and my higher brain functions abruptly packed their bags as my blood transformed into boiling lava.
“Perfect timing,” Zalen said, sounding a bit breathless. “Nat, why don’t you and I stay out of the way for a few minutes. Byron, you got this?”
“Do I ever,” Byron growled.
I yelped as a strong hand grabbed me by the ankle and tugged, dragging me through the sea of pillows as I struggled and kicked playfully. My own scent swirled around me like a storm—sweet and hot and desperately needy. Behind me, Emiel let out a sharper growl that trailed into a snarl as I was pulled away from him.
In the next instant, it turned into a startled grunt. I tipped my head backwards, and was treated to an upside-down view of Luca dragging the alpha’s pants down and impaling himself on Emiel’s cock. Then I was too busy focusing on the way Byron folded me in half, pushing my knees nearly to my shoulders so my pussy was in the air, wide open and undefended.
“Zalen thinks you’re ready for what’s coming, romcom girl,” Byron said, his voice low with threat. “Is he right?”
“Yes!” I whimpered. It didn’t matter what was coming... I needed it. God, I needed it so bad . “Give it to me! I want all of it !”
My nerves felt like they were on fire with anticipation; melting me into char.
“Do you, now?” Byron asked, darkly amused. “ Let’s find out .”
Still pressing me double, his lips descended on my pussy, his tongue stabbing into my passage so deeply that his nose slid over my aching clit.
“Yes, yes, yes !” I practically shrieked, jerking and struggling against the iron hold pinning me.
That deliciously evil tongue fucked me deeper than I would have thought possible, lapping up my slick as fast as I could pump it out until I was balanced on the knife’s edge of my first orgasm. I keened when Byron pulled away, only to twitch hard in surprise when the tongue descended farther back, circling and prodding its way into my ass.
New nerves screamed to life, suddenly as hungry as the rest of me, despite the overwhelming strangeness of the unfamiliar sensation. My muscles fluttered beneath the focused assault, eventually giving way. It was completely different from a finger—something I’d explored a bit with Luca during our play. It was also better .
Time grew stretchy and weird, my need to climax ebbing and swelling as Byron patiently ate out my ass. I wasn’t sure when I’d started begging, or whether the sounds coming out of my mouth were actual words in English. It was hard to gasp enough breath with my ribs compressed by the bent position... a pleasant buzzing started up in my ears, and the room began to grow swimmy.
At some point, my body gave up the fight to stay tense. My muscles liquified into uselessness, my begging subsiding into soft, hitching sobs.
Byron straightened, the pressure holding me double falling away. “ Now you’re ready for what’s coming,” he said with purring satisfaction.
I whined in weak agreement, reveling in the feeling of being rolled over and dragged onto my hands and knees. My passage felt like a black hole, empty beyond emptiness.
“Nat, get that dick over here,” Byron ordered. “You know how much she likes to be filled at both ends.”
I moaned, gray swirling in at the edges of my vision until all I could see was the smooth, beta dick positioning itself within reach of my mouth.
“Mia,” Nat said softly, his hand stroking through my sweaty hair.
My jaw hung slack as hard fingers grasped my hips from behind, knees nudging my legs further apart so a blunt cockhead could press against my entrance. Byron snaked one hand around to rub roughly over my clit as he thrust slowly into me. I shuddered, my arms almost collapsing beneath my own weight. Red blotted out the gray swirls, overtaking my vision.
“Make Nat come down your throat so hard he nearly passes out, and you can have a knot,” Byron was saying, his voice sounding as though it was coming from far away. “I want you choking on that cock, as deep as it’ll go. Understand?”
All I could manage was a moan, but it seemed to do the trick.
“Put her to work, Nat,” Byron said. “And if I catch you being nice to her, I’ll take it out on your ass later tonight. Brutally .”
I made out the sound of Nat’s breath catching hard in his throat... but the fingers that had been stroking me wrapped my hair up in a fist and slid me down onto the hard dick that had been rubbing against my cheek. I went limp and let it happen, pleasure crashing over me from two directions as my mouth and pussy were fucked without mercy.
Somewhere behind me, Luca made a noise as though he was dying of ecstasy. Emiel groaned, his rough voice subsiding into soft, soothing murmurs.
And this... this was what I’d craved. I didn’t have to do anything except exist , floating in this hazy, half-conscious sea of sensation. It built and intensified, completely outside my control, bursting like an overflowing dam when Nat shoved my head as far down as it would go and held me there, breathless, while his cock jerked and pulsed its load down my unresisting throat.
Byron grunted, holding still while he rubbed my clit, prolonging the sharp waves of my release until I thought I really would pass out.
“Good girl,” he said, the strain of holding back audible in his voice. “Now, what do you want—a knot... or a bite?”
Nat lifted me off his softening dick, as my passage desperately milked the thick cock filling it. The need to be taken, indelibly and forever, blotted out everything else.
“ Bite ! Please bite me! Please, please, you have to !” I sobbed.
It was a hoarse rasp after the throat-fucking I’d just been subjected to, but Byron’s hand cupped my throat and lifted me onto shaky knees. I fell backward against his chest, convulsing as the movement jostled the throbbing cock inside me. He supported my off-balance weight easily, his other arm coming around my waist. His hand settled over my womb, and I sobbed again.
Nat swallowed the noise of need in a kiss, his hands cradling my face with aching tenderness.
“What have you all done to me?” Byron murmured against my mating gland.
In the next moment, sharp teeth clamped over the tender flesh, pain exploding as the skin gave way in a bloom of blood. Byron groaned against his mouthful, his cock swelling and pulsing hot spend into me. I went limp in his and Nat’s arms as his knot swelled, stretching me perfectly even as my muscles clamped around it.
Tying us together.