Chapter 8 Make Me All Yours
Make Me All Yours
Sandra
The air in the room is so thick with pheromones I can almost taste it. My mouth waters, my heart races, and the combined scents of my Alphas are making my inner Omega purr so loudly it’s a constant vibration in my chest.
I pull back from Jethro, my lips tingling and the taste of him lingering on my tongue.
He looks wrecked, his eyes glazed and his breathing shallow.
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before he pulls me up, guiding me until I’m sitting on his lap, straddling him.
The friction of his hardness against my center through the thin fabric of my panties is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” Jethro leans in, his words a low vibration against my skin.
Ross moves in then, his sharp features highlighted by the golden light of the bedside lamp.
He smells of ginger and that underlying marshmallow base that connects them all.
He’s already shed his shirt, and his chest is a map of hard muscle and smooth skin.
He catches Oli’s eye and pulls the golden-haired Omega into a quick, deep kiss.
It’s a glimpse into their dynamic, a reminder that they aren’t just here for me, but for each other.
Ross fixes me with a blue-eyed stare, burning with an intensity that makes my toes curl. “My turn to touch you.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He reaches out, his hands sliding up under the hem of the hoodie. His palms are large and warm as they cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out a sharp, surprised gasp, my back arching as a jolt of pure pleasure shoots through me.
Ross lets out a playful rumble, his tone a contrast to the hunger in his eyes. “Oh, you like that.”
Beside us, Caleb is a steady, quiet force.
He’s removed his glasses, and without them, his eyes seem even larger, more focused.
He smells of dates and warmth, a scent that grounds me even as Ross and Jethro set my senses on fire.
Caleb reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers, his grip firm and reassuring.
He doesn’t just watch me; he watches Jethro and Ross too, his hand moving to rest on Ross’s shoulder.
I look at the three of them, then at Oli, who has moved to sit behind me, his chest pressed against my back. He wraps his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.
Oli nudges his nose against my hair. “I’m right here.”
I nod, closing my eyes, letting the combined heat of them swallow me whole.
I can feel Ross’s hands moving down, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties.
He doesn’t pull them down yet, just keeps the pressure there, a promise of what’s coming.
The sage and jasmine of my scent flares, reaching out to meet his ginger.
Ross pulls back, his tongue laving the skin of my shoulder instead of my neck. The sting of anticipation is better than any bite. I lean my head back against Oli, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
Ross brushes a thumb over the skin of my collarbone. “We’ve got all night, Sandra. No rush.”
Caleb moves in next. He’s more deliberate, his touch careful as he leans across to kiss Oli first, then turns to me. His scent of dates is sweet and heavy, wrapping around me like a blanket.
Caleb pins me with a look. “Let’s get this hoodie off you.”
I raise my arms, letting him and Ross pull the thick fabric over my head. I’m bare to them now, the bruises on my skin stark in the light. Jethro’s hands on my hips tighten, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. There’s no judgment, only a fierce, protective hunger.
I’m floating in a sea of ginger and dates, the smoky marshmallow of the pack base acting as the anchor. I feel heavy. Solid. Like I’m finally being tethered to the earth, one touch at a time.
A kaleidoscope of touch and scent fills the room.
With the hoodie forgotten on the floor, every draft, every shift in the air, and every warm hand finding my skin registers like a shock.
I kneel in the center of the nest. Plush blankets bunch under my knees while my pack moves around me like a well-oiled machine.
Ross shifts behind me, pressing his chest against my back like a solid wall. His hands map my ribs, graze my stomach, and dip low to find the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He leans down, grazing my ear with his lips.
“Look at them, Sandra. See how much they want you.” Ross murmurs right against my skin.
I look. Jethro sits back, pinning his gaze on me with a raw, military focus.
Caleb rests beside him, reaching out to stroke my calf with a grounding, steady touch.
Oli tucks himself near Caleb’s side, his golden hair an absolute mess.
The sight of them together makes my heart ache with an unnamed need.
They lean into each other’s space, creating a perfect picture.
Oli reaches out with an open hand. “Come here.”
I crawl toward them. Ross follows close behind, keeping his hands on my hips.
Jethro sits back against the mountain of pillows.
I settle against his chest, letting my legs bend and fall open.
Jethro pulls me into a deep, soul-searing kiss tasting of smoke and promise.
While he keeps my mouth occupied, Caleb shifts to my right hip.
He hooks his thumbs into my panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides them down my legs and tosses them aside.
I whimper into Jethro’s mouth. The vulnerability of complete nakedness hits hard.
Oli swoops in to save me. He settles on my left side, finding my hands and pulling me closer into the pile. “You’re beautiful.” Oli’s voice vibrates against my shoulder.
Ross moves around to my front, settling between my parted knees. He catches Oli’s hand, pulling the golden-haired Omega to lean across my thigh. Ross looks up at me.
Ross flashes a wicked smile. “Watch.”
I watch Ross lean forward to kiss Oli. Their lips meet right above me in a deep, desperate slide of mouths.
They show me how much they love each other.
They share a language written in touch; the Alpha adoring his Omega.
Ross breaks the kiss, turning to me next with his blue eyes blown wide.
He simply lowers his head, finding the center of my heat with his tongue.
I cry out, throwing my head back against Jethro’s chest. The sensation strikes like a lightning bolt. Ross wields his tongue like an expert, establishing a rhythm that sends my hips bucking against Jethro’s lap.
Jethro rumbles behind me. He cups my breasts, his thumbs mimicking the motion of Ross’s tongue. Caleb leans over my right side, finding the sensitive skin of my inner arm with his lips. The scent of dates turns dark and heavy around us.
Jethro issues a low command. “Oli, help her.”
Oli shifts closer to my head. His sage and honeysuckle scent provides a bright note in the heavy air.
He uses his fingers to guide me, showing me how to touch Ross’s hair and lean into the pleasure.
He kisses my neck. He avoids the old marks for now, laving the unbroken skin until I turn into a sobbing, shivering mess.
I reach for Ross, pulling him up. I need more. The pull aches in my bones, a primal demand refusing to be ignored. I want them inside me. I want the weight of them.
I gasp, digging my fingers into Ross’s shoulders. “Please. I need all of you.”
Ross grins, flashing beautiful teeth. He looks at Jethro and Caleb. “I think she’s ready.”
Caleb pushes his hair back, his expression turning intense. “Not yet. We need her completely open first.”
Caleb shifts me until I lie back in the nest, letting the pillows prop me up.
Ross and Caleb take their places on either side of my legs, their hands exploring and their mouths following.
Oli stays at my head, tangling his fingers with mine while offering a constant stream of encouragement.
Jethro stands at the foot of the bed for a moment, shedding the last of his clothes. He never lets his eyes leave mine.
Heat builds in the room until it becomes unbearable, but I refuse to let it end. I want to live in this moment forever. I want to drown in the ginger, the dates, the smoke, and the golden light. I want to stay the center of this storm.
Jethro takes charge, commanding the space with his presence. He shifts the position.
He pulls me up with care, guiding me away from the pillows.
He motions for Ross to take my place against the headboard.
Ross settles back, bending his knees a fraction, his blue eyes tracking my every movement.
Jethro places his large hands on my hips and guides me down until I straddle Ross’s lap, leaving me facing the sharp-featured Alpha.
Ross grips my waist. His thumbs brush over my hip bones in a soothing rhythm. “I want you, Sandra. I want to be inside you. Only if you’re ready.”
I look down into his eyes, reading the raw honesty there. I nod, leaning my hands on his chest. “I’m ready. Please.”
Ross guides himself to my entrance. He doesn’t rush.
He pushes forward an inch at a time, giving my body plenty of time to stretch and accommodate his thick length.
A sharp gasp leaves my lips. I sink down, taking all of him.
The thick knot at the base of his cock swells with his arousal, nudging hard against my wet opening.
I relish the deep fullness stretching me from the inside out.
The sharp spike of his ginger scent wraps around me, grounding me in the moment.
I drop my head onto Ross’s shoulder, panting in short breaths.
Oli crowds in close on my left side, his jeans already discarded.
The golden-haired Omega cups my cheek, pressing soft, encouraging kisses to my temple.
His sage and honeysuckle scent provides a bright, calming note in the heavy air.
He shifts closer, pressing his own hot, slick length against my bare thigh.