60. Willow
Chapter sixty
Willow
Is this what an exorcism feels like? A deep exhaustion settles in my bones, but with it comes a fog that muffles the tormenting voices.
In mental silence, I edit my confessional video, reviewing it several times before collecting my medical history and other related documents in an online drive.
I upload everything to my major socials and sit back with a sigh.
People will make what they will of it. I have no say in that. All I can control is what I believe about myself. And with a bit of help, I won’t allow myself to listen to lies that put me down again.
And now, I don’t need to tell lies myself. The bond I was so afraid of has set me free.
Drained, I crawl back into bed, and my alphas follow me, their presences a balm to my tattered heart.
We don’t fall asleep right away, but lie there, tangled together with soft touches of reassurance.
Holding hands, back rubs, tiny kisses peppered on my brow.
Where exactly did these amazing men spring from?
“Just checking, but none of you are angels in disguise, right?” I slur into my pillow.
It’s so strange that they came to me out of nowhere.
The guys laugh. “If anyone, it would have to be Alessandro, right?” Jeremy jokes. “Those dreamy eyes?”
“No, no,” he protests. “Willow is the only angel here.”
I snort softly. “Fallen angel, you mean.”
Joel gathers me closer. “No. Our angel.”
They mean it too. I didn’t think I had anything left to offer an alpha . . . but it turns out relationships are never about giving them something. For the right men, I’m enough just the way I am.
I drift off to sleep, utterly spent but not afraid of waking up. The future’s not so lonely, anymore.
After our nap, the guys cook me lunch. Jeremy digs a chessboard out of the cupboard, one that must've been left behind by the previous owners when they sold the house. Alessandro doesn’t know how to play, and since there are no game pieces, we draw tiny ones up on pieces of paper.
Which turns out terribly because with every breath they skitter off their assigned squares.
We laugh and give up, and I order a proper set online.
“What do you want to do next?” Jeremy asks.
I cock my head, thinking for a minute. “You know, I’d really like to finish our date. It got interrupted last time, but I want to know what’s on the rest of my ticket.”
Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered their favorite thing in the world.
“Give us thirty minutes, cara mia!” Alessandro declares, jumping to his feet.
I laugh and curl up on the couch with a paperback, since I don’t feel like being online right now. Jeremy makes popcorn and Alessandro whips up some kind of olive dip with crackers. They reset the nest with the massage supplies and Joel goes upstairs to get the media room ready for a movie.
Their eagerness warms my heart. It feels so good to be safe and cared for that it doesn’t really matter what we do. I simply want to spend time with my alphas.
“I could get used to this,” I say when we pick up the date from the “Baccini Spa” with Alessandro giving me a pedicure while the twins massage myrtle extract scrub into my hands.
“Ooh!” Jeremy flashes me his megawatt smile. “Then how about we make it a monthly thing?”
“I’m up for that,” Joel agrees.
Alessandro looks up, hands absently stroking my toes. “Sì. I’m in.”
I could remind them about dates being a reward for finishing their learning modules, but right at this moment, I prefer not to.
“Quick question,” Joel asks, studying my hands closely. “If going outdoors is a lightning problem, how do you feel about a palanquin?”
“A what?” Alessandro asks, reaching for the nail polish. “Is that a knight?”
“No,” Jeremy clicks his tongue. “You’re thinking of a paladin. He means one of those box chairs they carry queens in.” He moves his hands around in parallel shapes, trying to form it in the air.
Fear prickles up my spine, but I sit with it for a long minute before answering. “That’s kinda . . . absurd. I’m not keen on the idea, but let’s just take it slow for now. I’m not saying no forever. But I need time to think about it.”
Really, it’s enough that they’re thinking of ways to support me and my phobia.
Joel leans in and kisses me. “Thank you, my love.”
“For?”
“Saying how you really feel.”
I smile and reach for him to kiss again. The first flush of desire sparks in my belly and his eyes twinkle as he catches it via the bond.
“How many electricians does it take to turn an omega on?” Jeremy tries to keep a straight face but fails.
“How many?” asks Alessandro, not quite catching the joke.
“Just one,” the cheeky alpha says, winking at me.
I slap at his arm, but he catches hold and lifts my wrist to his mouth. The first tug of his gentle suck on the bond mark pulls a breathy moan from my throat.
“Merda,” Alessandro whispers, his hand tightening on my ankle.
Yeah, shit is right, because there’s no way we’re going to start the movie now.
“How about we . . . um, make this a three-part date, and leave the movie for next time?” I ask shyly.
Joel swoops in, straddling my knees without resting his weight on me to take my cheeks in his hands. “I can handle that.”
His hungry kisses send my thoughts fleeing.
“Oh, this will be good,” Jeremy purrs, lips still exploring my wrist. The skin there’s so sensitive, I quiver with each touch. He notices and strokes my forearm with his thumb while sucking harder on the healing bond mark.
I whimper again.
Joel groans and kisses along my jaw and down my throat. I throw my free arm over his back and grip his shirt, my core heating fast.
“Damn, smell that?” Jeremy says. “That’s our omega all right.”
Joel works his nose down into the vee between my breasts. “Best smell on Earth.”
I dig my fingers through his hair, giggling. They don’t realize that the three of them together smell like a steaming, stone-baked pizza. Sea salt, rosemary, and summer fields. A meal just for me. My Jasmine scent’s the garden for them to romp in.
Joel kicks his leg over the side of the armchair, and Alessandro kisses his way up my leg to the scars he seems besotted with. A moment later, all three alphas are licking their bond marks.
I whine as the sparks in my belly turn into a full-blown volcano of desire. I need their hands all over me, their cocks filling me. Why does it feel like it’s been weeks since we were together. Am I really that greedy? I suck in a quivering breath, my body tingling all over.
“Hear our omega pant for us?” Alessandro murmurs, voice husky with his own desire. It rolls in ocean waves through the bond, lifting me high. “Do you want us, cara mia?”
His hands glide up my thighs, leaving a wake of tingles as they pass.
I arch away from the back of the chair.
Joel hums and looks up over my arm. “Tell your alphas, princess. Do you want to be filled?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I want you.”
Joel slips off the chair. Alessandro kisses my thighs and stands, offering me both hands. When he pulls me to my feet, Joel scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
I screech with surprise, kicking my heels gently.
The alphas cart me to the round nest bed under the canopy on the far side of the room.
“This should do nicely,” Joel says, going to his knees.
Jeremy tugs my skirt and panties down as his twin lays me on my back. Alessandro surges between my legs, picking up where he left off with his kisses. His hot breath brushes along my sensitive thigh.
“I dream of this beautiful part of your body,” he murmurs, tongue darting out to taste me.
I moan and reach down to touch his hair as his warm lips trail across my short thatching.
“Don’t forget about us,” Jeremy says, trapping my hand and licking the bond mark on my wrist.
“Shit,” I hiss, a fierce current running through my straining chest. My nipples ache, my stomach flutters, and my pussy pulses with need.
Alessandro runs his knuckle between my pussy lips and brings it away shiny with my slick. “Look. See how she greets me?”
Jeremy inhales through clenched teeth, and winds our forearms together, linking hands and kissing my trapped fingers. “How about some more of that, pretty omega? There are three of us, you know?”
“J-Jeremy!” I gasp out.
“He’s right,” Joel purrs, resting his big hand over my quivering belly. “We have three dicks, you know. That needs a lot of lube.”
My body jerks, and Alessandro looks up from between my thighs with a smirk. “Oh? Keep talking, my brothers. She likes that.”
Fuck me! How can a girl not respond when three sexy as sin alphas talk about . . . well, going all in on her body?
Alessandro whimpers like a lost puppy as my scent explodes. “Oh, cara mia. Such a good girl. Let me taste.”
I arch my back as he presses his mouth to my pussy, lips hot and pliant. Then his tongue darts out.
“Ah!” My head falls back.
Joel rests a little more pressure on my belly. “I feel you fluttering all over, princess, and we’re barely touching you. You’re going to feel so good, squeezing on our dicks.” He massages firmly, as if trying to enter me through my skin. As if he wants to know every ridge and pocket in my torso.
I moan and scooch down, shucking up my shirt under his touch. Which brings my pussy right into Alessandro’s mouth. He grips my cheeks and spreads me, tongue writhing in and out.
“Shit! Oh damn, that feels—” I choke on my words as Joel and Jeremy grasp a corner of my shirt each and tear, splitting it right up the middle. I let out a little screech, and Jeremy rocks forward to cover my mouth with his.
“Don’t worry. We’ll buy you new ones,” he purrs, grinning against my mouth. “Many, many more.”
I hook my arm around his neck. That dazzling smile is as infuriating as it is irresistible. It’s what I fell in love with first. Before I can tell him, Joel seals his mouth to my nipple, the first lap of his tongue just about making me levitate with pleasure.
Whining with need, I press myself into the brothers, and Alessandro sucks harder at my entrance.
“Cara mia,” he slurs over wet lips. “You taste so good. Please give me more.”
A cloud of Jasmine blooms in the air, so thick I can taste it myself. I gasp for breath, pleasure running riot through my body.
Joel runs one finger down my trembling belly to my clitoris. “Fuck!” I cry. “I can’t, c-can’t t-take more—”
Light blazes behind my eyes, the extra touch tipping me over the edge. Something like a howl slips through my throat as my spine arches and my body bucks with the force of orgasm.
Alessandro sounds like he’s sobbing, and two fingers slip inside between his lapping tongue. Tears blur my vision. This is what my heats will be like from now on. Three roguish pleasure kings determined to leave me limp from orgasms.
Joel and Jeremy both pause, holding me gently. The orgasm fades in a dazzle of glittering crystal shards that prick and burn all through my body as they dwindle away.
Alessandro rises, one hand holding his erect cock, the other trembling as he grips my knee.
He gasps for breath, glistening lips quivering.
“Please, oh please, my love, my angel. Please let this alpha inside you.” He lifts his shaking hand as if to study it.
“See how I burn for you? I’ll die without you.
” With a sob, he rests his hand over my dripping pussy. “May I?”
A soft laugh whispers through me.
My alpha’s dying to fuck me. The most wonderful, absurd thing is it doesn’t even feel like he’s acting. That’s just how much he wants to be close to me. The bond radiates a desire so strong my throat closes up. I nod.
His face lights up, but when he kneels up, Joel reaches out as if to stop him.
Alessandro fully growls at the bigger alpha.