Chapter 14 #2
“Just your hand,” he says, voice strained. “If you put your mouth on me right now, I’ll come in about three seconds.”
I wrap my fingers around him and he hisses, his hips jerking. He’s hot and hard and silky smooth, and I stroke him slowly, learning what he likes.
“Tessa...” His eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Tell me what you like.”
“Everything. Anything. Your hand on my cock is literally all my dreams coming true.” He laughs, but it cuts off into a groan when I twist my wrist. “That—yeah, that.”
I stroke him faster. He’s close—I can feel it in the way his cock throbs in my hand, the way his breathing goes ragged.
“Tessa.” Warning and plea. “I’m gonna...”
“Do it.” I echo his words back at him. “Come for me, Ben.”
He does. His whole body shudders as he spills over my hand, my stomach, the blankets beneath us. I stroke him through it until he’s gasping and pushing my hand away.
“Fuck.” He collapses next to me, breathing hard. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Worth it though?”
“So worth it.” He grins at me, lazy and satisfied. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” The ache is still there, but it’s manageable now. “But I’m not done.”
“Demanding.” But he’s still grinning. “Good thing there’s three of us.”
Milo is already moving toward the nest.
“My turn,” he says, and his voice is rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “If you’re up for it.”
“I’m up for it.”
He strips off his shirt as he climbs in—golden skin stretched over lean muscle—and I reach for him immediately. My hands roam over his chest, his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans.
“Impatient,” he murmurs, but he’s smiling.
“I’ve been watching you watch me.” I pull at his jeans. “Take these off.”
“Bossy omega.” But he obeys, shoving his jeans and boxers down. His cock is already hard, long and flushed and curving up toward his stomach. “Like what you see?”
“Yes.” I wrap my hand around him and he groans. “I want...”
“What do you want?” He settles beside me, his hand sliding between my thighs. “Tell me.”
“I want to touch you while you touch me.” I stroke him slowly. “At the same time. Want to feel you come while I’m coming.”
“Fuck.” His fingers find my pussy, slide through the wetness there. “Yeah. We can do that.”
We find a rhythm. His fingers inside me, my hand around his cock, both of us stroking and thrusting in time. It’s messy and uncoordinated and perfect.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “Can hear it—hear how wet you are for us. Your pussy’s dripping, Tessa.”
“Milo...” I’m close already. They’ve wound me up so much, kept me on the edge for so long. “I’m...”
“I know. Me too.” His fingers speed up, find my g-spot, press. “Come with me. Want to feel you come on my fingers while I come in your hand.”
I tighten my grip on his cock, stroke faster. He matches me, fucking me with his fingers, thumb on my clit.
“Now,” he grits out. “Tessa—now—”
We come together. My pussy clenches around his fingers as his cock pulses in my hand, both of us gasping and trembling and making a mess of each other. I feel his come splash hot on my stomach, feel my slick gush over his hand, and it’s perfect. It’s exactly what I needed.
“God.” He collapses beside me, breathing hard. “That was...”
“Yeah.” I can’t find better words either.
He pulls me close, and I let myself be held. Ben presses against my back, his hand stroking up and down my side. Elijah settles at my feet, one hand wrapped around my ankle, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin.
Three alphas. All of them touching me. All of them mine—or they could be, if I’m brave enough to let them.
That thought should scare me. It does scare me. But right now, the ache finally quiet, I can’t seem to remember why.
Elijah squeezes my ankle gently. “You okay?”
“Good.” I let my eyes close. “Really good.”
“Then rest,” Ben says. “While you can.”
I do. I drift off surrounded by my pack, their hands gentle on my skin, their scents wrapped around me like a blanket.
I wake up screaming.
Not from pleasure. From pain.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. My skin feels too tight, my blood too hot, my insides twisting with an emptiness so acute it’s agony. I curl into a ball, sobbing, clawing at the blankets like I can somehow claw my way out of my own body.
This is different. This is worse. This is—
“Tessa!” Ben’s voice, frantic. “Tessa, look at me!”
I can’t. I can’t see anything through the tears, can’t feel anything except the pain, can’t think about anything except the hollow, aching emptiness that’s tearing me apart.
“What’s happening?” That’s Elijah, tight with worry.
“Her heat just hit for real.” Milo’s voice is grim. “The pre-heat was just the warm-up. This is the main event.”
Hands on my face. Someone forcing me to look at them. Milo’s dark eyes swim into focus.
“Tessa. Listen to me.” His voice is steady. Calm. “You’re okay. The pain is temporary. But you need to tell us what you need.”
“I need...” The words won’t come. Everything is too much. “I need...”
“Do you need my fingers? My mouth?”
“No.” I’m sobbing, shaking my head. “Not enough. Need more. Need...”
“Tell me.”
“I need a knot.” The words tear out of me, raw and desperate. “Please, Milo. I need to be full. I need to be locked. I’m so empty it hurts, please, please—”
He looks at me for a long moment. Then at Ben and Elijah.
“I’ve got this,” he says quietly. “You two—stay close. She might need you after.”
Then I’m reaching for him, and the pain is still tearing me apart but finally, finally, help is coming.
“Remember what we talked about,” he says, positioning himself between my thighs. “I’m going to give you what you need. But I’m not going to bite you. No matter what.”
I’m crying, pulling at him. “Just please. Please make it stop.”
“I will.” He leans down, kisses my forehead with a tenderness that makes my chest ache even through the pain. “I’ve got you, Tessa.”
And then he pushes inside me.