Chapter 40
Chapter
Forty
SIMONA
W aking up, I have to blink a few times to clear the heat webs. It literally takes two maybe three tries for me to realise I’m spread out, held down in nearly the exact same position from the start of my heat.
Three Alphas on their knees, their cocks hard, knots ready is like a dream. Except, this is no dream.
This is my life. And the electrifying pulse of their claiming bites searing through my body making my core throb is proof of that.
I have flashbacks of my heat. Really good ones. I know I’ve been with them over and over, the bone deep pleasure I feel is proof of that as is the ache of my pussy.
The three of them work themselves in sync with each other, and while it’s a beautiful way to wake me up—bathing me in their come—now I’m back in the land of the living I want something else.
“Stop,” I whisper. And then it’s crickets.
No question why, just instant obedience. My slick pools .
Turning, I wiggle my ass quickly against Hen’s cock before leaning down to lick the precome off Dominic, then turning to do the same to Rye. I curl my tongue around the lingering taste of them while I kneel up, finding the best place to face them.
“Hey.” I feel silly starting with that, but I’m dealing with the incredible reality of what we did. We packed. And then they lavished all their attention on me. It makes me feel pretty amazing.
“Sin, you’ve got trouble in your eyes,” Ryder says, following it up with a trademark smirk.
He sees me so effortlessly. My heart quickens, but the thrill floods through our bond before bouncing back from them with such intensity that I slump forward, falling onto all fours, taking me back to dick level.
Not a bad place to be. Which is kind of where I want to be anyway, but also not really.
Keeping my eyes down here is a win-win. I get the view; the scent and I don’t have to watch their faces when I talk. I know I take the coward’s way out.
“I have no recollection of us being together as a pack. Like the four of us together, together.”
“Sweetheart.” Hendrix’s hand rubs my shoulder soothingly.
“I don’t feel bad, Hen, but I want you to know I want to get to that point where I get two, maybe three knots at the same time. And even work up to some anal.” I sit up. It’s not like I can hide from them—these three have a direct line to the most private part of me now.
Dominic’s hand wraps around my cheek as I rise up. Pride blisters through our bond, making it glitter like gold.
“I really want to feel how connected we’d be if you were inside my body together. I’m sorry,” I say, surprising them with the surge of confidence I feel. I really do want to get to that place in my recovery, and I am sorry I couldn’t, but it won’t hold me back from sharing with them what I want.
I hate Brody even more in this moment. For messing with me the way he did. Hurting me so badly in my past that during my first heat I couldn’t enjoy my Alphas properly.
Hen kisses the back of my shoulder before his lips are against my ear. “We’ll get there.” Reminding me also this is now my future, with them.
“I know,” I answer, running my hand through his hair. “This is everything.”
“It is, isn’t it? But we promised you something, and I know you loved it when you were in the middle of your heat, but I don’t think you remember.” Ryder says, reaching out for my hand.
Our fingers interlace before he bends down to kiss the back of my hand.
“Oh, what?” I ask, intrigued.
“How about you get nice and comfortable in your pile of pillows and blankets, grab some snacks even while we show you how we were while we were waiting for your arrival.”
Not even a heartbeat passes and I know exactly what he’s alluding to. Guy on guy on guy, action.
“Yes please and thank you.” I’m speaking as I’m racing around getting armfuls of whatever I want, dropping my cache on my nest and racing back off and using the bathroom real quick.
I stop dead in my tracks.
Hendrix has Ryder by the throat, the pressure making Rye’s eyes hood down low. Dominic is dominating Hendrix’s mouth, while his hand is wrapped around Rye’s very hard cock. Jerking him hard and fast.
My temperature shoots through the roof as my desire blazes. And thank god I’m no longer in heat because later I might have wondered if it really turned me on as much as it does, or if my heat was making me horny. It’s them. I’ve never seen anything more tempting and alluring as my Alphas devouring each other.
They’re not rough per say, but they’re definitely less gentle than they are with me. I can’t stop watching them. And the noises they make, I think I want to ask Rye to record me a track of them like this. Every touch they share is hauntingly passionate, and the faint whisper of apprehension I felt—wondering if I’d feel excluded, forgotten, put off, or even horrified—burns away. In its place blooms a profound respect and heartfelt gratitude that I am the lucky one who gets them and their love.
How people can’t see this is simply love bamboozles me.
I walk backwards, not taking my eyes off them for a second and it takes a few fumbles until I grab hold of one of the sex toys that Dominic also thought to include in my nest. Food and drinks are forgotten and kicked out the way as I spread myself front and centre. It’s like watching tailor-made, made-to-order porn, where they know exactly what I want to see before I know it myself.
Dominic frees himself from the tangle of limbs before dipping down and working Hendrix’s cock with the same fervour he ransacked Hen’s mouth. The side angle shows me precisely how much Dom likes what he’s up to. His hard cock juts out and keeps twitching up each time he deep throats Hen.
Ryder falls to his knees, his hand blindly searching for the tube of lube, and I use my toe to push it within his reach. “Thanks, baby.”
His eyes don’t move off Hen or Dom though. And they don’t need to. Admittedly mine barely move off Hen or Dom too, but when I hear the crack of the lid, I watch Rye filling his palm before reaching under and coating Dom’s cock and knot.
He refills his hand before crawling behind Dom, spreading his ass cheeks, and massaging the lube and his fingers around and inside Dom’s hole. And I swear I nearly come.
I spread my legs and sink deeper into the side of my nest, trailing my fingers along the same path Ryder’s takes with Dominic—only on my body.
The three of them break apart before, like a dance, Ryder glides across my nest, his head ending up kind of between my knees. I get a half upside down smirk before he grabs a crawling Dominic and pulls his mouth to his.
I hear the smaller noises, the hums and sighs. There’s a long groan from Ryder, and I twist slightly to see Dom teasing him with the first inch of his cock before he pulls all the way out. He does it over and over, sliding in a fraction further, making Ryder hiss and growl under his breath.
Hendrix stands watching. Also watching me fingering myself, but I swear I have to or maybe I don’t because I’m so turned on my back aches from building pleasure.
Hendrix pumps his cock, twisting at the end and making his own pleasure sounds, which are just as fucking filthy as the others. And then without waiting he drops to his knees.
I still. I don’t breathe or move an inch when both of Hen’s hands wrap around Dominic’s throat. Then he swoops lower, coming up from under Dom, cants his hips, and waits.
I scramble to my knees, crawling around and watch Hen pressing his fat cock in Dominic’s asshole in one deep thrust that has the both of them crying out. As soon as Hen is inside Dom though he starts pulling out only to surge right back in.
Dom’s eyes are shut, and his face is awash with peace, at complete odds with the raging fire consuming me.
Ryder folds in half, pulling his knees to his chest, exposing himself completely. Using his hands, he guides Dom inside his body where the force of Hendrix’s thrusting causes him to take all of Dom’s cock.
The sight of their physical lovemaking—paired with the vivid sounds they make and the intoxicating scent of their bodies joined as one—leaves me half feral. My hands tremble, and I’m so turned on I can barely draw a breath, but I want to come with them.
Changing the position of my feet so I can squat down. I flick the vibrating knot and cock toy, pushing it into my body. It’s nice, but I need to come. The toy slips inside, the relief is instant, but I’m used to my Alphas—they’re thicker and longer than what I’m using. I sit up, and my ass hitting the floor lets me find a way to take the toy deeper. Then I’m riding it with wild abandon. Mimicking the same desperate way the three of them are fucking each other.
Rye’s cock is trailing precome on his and Dominic’s stomach, and I don’t need to make any promises with myself that one day I willhave my mouth or my pussy there to take it. I see it happening plain as day.
I’m the first one to climax. My orgasm tearing through me. I ride it hard and long, coming again when Dominic roars like a bear into Ryder’s mouth, his hips moving somehow faster. Rye and Hendrix follow almost straight after.
“Oh,” is all I manage before I fall backwards and stare up at the fairy lights in my nest, completely obliterated by them.
I listen as they kiss and groan, bodies still moving, as they continue to chase their shared pleasure and the beautiful intimacy that follows when people who love each other have sex.
While I continue floating in my bliss, someone gently takes the vibrator from my hand and turns it off. Someone else nabs my foot and sucks on one of my toes. I offer a feeble wave to let them know I’m alive, although my stupid grin and my endless stream of my happy scent makes it pretty obvious too .
I’m literally on cloud nine. Without exaggeration, it’s them that took me right back there. I’m blown away by how privileged I am, being invited to watch the three of them making love. But my love drunk state is also because they didn’t rush in and have issues with me using a sex toy. They didn’t let their ego get in the way. My Alphas stayed in the moment, and that in itself is a measure of the beautiful faith they have in me.
Dominic appears above me. His face flushed, his lips puffy. The scent of the others on him like expensive cologne.
“Hmmm… look what I found here,” he rumbles as he leans down to press his face to mine. Scent sharing and purring against my ear. “Hello, Omega, are you ready for a bubble bath with your packed Alphas?”
I sigh in sheer happiness at the suggestion. Dom lays down and pulls me to him for a snuggle. We stay like that until Hendrix comes back in to tell us the bath is ready.