10. Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Destiny
F or a moment, they all just stared at one another. Destiny tried to think of what to say, but she was too distracted to come up with sensible words. She wondered if Hunter and Greyson could smell her arousal in the air, still lingering from her thwarted self-care session. She was still wound up, her core aching for release. She’d been so close, imagining what might’ve happened if she hadn’t left them hard and hungry last night.
Destiny had been so turned on when she got back to her room that she’d dug out her emergency vibrator. She only carried it because her heats occasionally surprised her when her schedule was packed, or she was especially stressed. Otherwise, she seldom felt enough sexual excitement to give it any use.
But something had changed— she had changed. For the first time, she felt like a real omega with all the pleasurable possibilities that promised. It felt like all of her senses had been heightened. Colors seemed brighter, sensations stronger, as if the world were suddenly in high definition. And the orgasms? Mind-blowing. If she could make herself cum as hard as she had last night, she couldn’t imagine what Greyson, Hunter, or even Alexander might be able to do to her. Well, actually she could imagine it. She’d been vividly imagining it right before her unexpected guests arrived.
If Destiny was being honest with herself, she knew it was Pack Stepanov that had changed her. After spending the evening enveloped in their scents and basking in their desire, she couldn’t convince herself that her sexual awakening was a random hormonal change. It was definitely triggered by a biological compatibility with these men. Despite being embarrassed by her behavior, she hadn’t been able to resist the urge to wallow in their scents. She’d tucked the clothes she’d won in the pool game beneath her pillows and blankets, breathing them in as she pleasured herself. Then she’d slept like a rock, spent and contented with their scents surrounding her.
This morning, she’d been aroused all over again when she’d awoken to the mouthwatering aromas of patchouli and sage and cypress. But the excitement she’d felt during her solo efforts paled in comparison to what was throbbing in her core now that she was alone with Greyson and Hunter. It was making it hard for her to think about anything besides untying her robe and letting them help her finish what she’d started.
Greyson broke the silence with his typical easy charm. “You are an absolute vision, love. Tell me we’re not intruding.”
They were definitely not intruding. Destiny couldn’t be entirely sure she hadn’t somehow summoned them with the sheer power of her lust. Greyson had to know the effect they were having on her. It was cute that he was pretending like he didn’t see her practically salivating.
Destiny rolled her eyes and gestured for them to sit. “Of course, you’re intruding. I’m barely awake and still in my pajamas. But that doesn’t mean it’s an unwelcome intrusion.”
“We’ll take it.” Greyson grinned, filling her belly with warmth, as he set his tray on the table and bent to kiss her cheek, resting a hand on her shoulder as he did so.
Destiny stiffened, inhaling sharply, before giving a little shiver and relaxing beneath his touch. She breathed in his pomegranate and cypress scent, letting it wash over her in a soothing wave that ignited her skin. She missed it as soon as he pulled away but was pacified when he took the spot beside her on the small couch.
Hunter scowled and set his tray on the table, before sitting in a nearby armchair. Greyson grinned smugly at Hunter and winked at her. Destiny giggled. Actually giggled .
“Now boys, no fighting,” she teased. “There’s enough of me to go around.”
She realized how that sounded too late to stop the words. From the look in the alphas’ eyes, and the growing bulges in their pants, they were thinking exactly the same kinds of things she was. Destiny’s stomach clenched, and she felt a trickle of slick on her thighs. She pressed her legs together, acutely aware that she was bare beneath her gown. Greyson and Hunter had gone rigid, as clearly aware of her desire as she was of theirs.
“Gods above, Destiny, tell me that you’re hungry so I can think of something besides eating you out,” Greyson said hoarsely. “Tell me that you need to eat, or I’ll be begging you to let me lick your dripping cunt until I’m drenched in your cum.”
Destiny might’ve died. Her brain and heart and lungs all seemed to stall for a long moment and her spirit might’ve left her body. When everything snapped back into action a moment later, her body seemed to be humming on a whole new frequency. She gasped as her pussy clenched and a gush of slick coated her thighs. She whined.
Hunter and Greyson growled, both leaning toward her instinctually. Destiny’s heart pounded, her head fuzzy, and she had to force herself to take deeper breaths. Even as her body welcomed the air, she felt the pull of the alphas’ pheromones as she breathed them in. Her nerve endings were on fire. Is this what she had been missing all this time? Is this what sex was supposed to feel like?
“Destiny, make a decision,” Hunter commanded. “If you want to stop, we’ll put a lid on it and have breakfast. Option two, you let Greyson devour your sweet pussy first, then we have breakfast.”
Destiny shuddered and used all of her willpower to suppress another whine. She thought it was pretty obvious what she wanted here. Part of her was terrified, because she didn’t want to examine why she’d reacted to Pack Stepanov this way and what it might mean and how that might intensify if they acted on their desires. This could get messy.
On the other hand, fuck it. Destiny was always doing what other people wanted—her parents, her fans, the media. Here was something exciting and unexpected and incredible just for her. Why couldn’t she worry about pleasing herself for once? It didn’t have to be a big deal. What was a little casual, earth-shattering sex between friends?
Destiny stood up, holding Hunter’s gaze as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. The thin satin of her gown revealed the firm peaks of her nipples and clung to every curve. Greyson exhaled a sharp breath.
“I like to have my dessert first,” Destiny said, as she took her place on the couch, lying back and spreading her legs. “I choose option two.”
“Thank fuck,” Greyson groaned. Then his hands were sliding beneath her gown and up her thighs to grip her ass. Destiny only had a moment to prepare for the devastating sensation of his tongue trailing up her center in a long, languorous stroke.
“ Oh my god , Greyson!” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and tangling her fingers in his tight curls. Her back arched off of the sofa, her thighs clamping around his head. Greyson responded with another slow pass, as if he were savoring his first taste of her. The thought threatened to send her over the edge.
“Look at me, Kitten,” Hunter said sharply. Destiny’s eyes flew open, and she met his dark gaze. “You don’t cum until you’re told. Do you understand?”
She shivered, the dominance in his tone sending a thrill through her body. She wanted to show him her belly, to submit, to give him pleasure by trusting him to give her what she needed. She’d felt that urge during her heats before, but it hadn’t been like this.
“I understand, alpha,” Destiny whimpered, and Hunter smiled approvingly.
“Take your time, Grey,” Hunter instructed. “I want her begging me to let her cum.”
Greyson hummed his assent and Destiny gasped at the vibration of his lips against her sex. He sucked her clit into his mouth, kneading the bundle of nerves in a way that made her see stars. Her hips bucked and she cried out again.
Hunter sat back in his chair, watching with hooded eyes. “How does it feel, Kitten? Do you like the way Grey is licking your pussy?”
Destiny shuddered as Greyson moved his tongue a little faster, working her clit expertly. He seemed to read her mind, adjusting his movements based on her slightest response. At this rate, she’d be begging to cum in record time.
“It…feels…amazing,” Destiny panted, writhing against Greyson’s mouth. “It’s perfect.”
Greyson hummed again, fingers digging into her ass as if he couldn’t pull her close enough. Destiny’s body was racked with tremors, her pussy clenching desperately. She was climbing steadily, her orgasm shimmering just over the next crest.
“How’s she taste, Grey?” Hunter asked, holding her gaze. “As perfect as she smells?”
Greyson lifted his head and looked up at Destiny. The sight of him between her thighs, his beard glistening with her slick, was almost enough to undo her. He smiled lazily, shifting so that he could circle her clit with his fingers. Destiny’s hips bucked and she moaned wantonly. She’d never wanted to cum so badly.
“She tastes better than you could possibly imagine,” Greyson said, his burning brown eyes never leaving her face. His fingers moved steadily against her clit as he spoke, keeping her on the precipice of her climax. “Sweet and tangy, like starfruit. How appropriate.”
Destiny didn’t know what that meant exactly, but she also couldn’t think about anything but the throbbing in her pussy and the man between her thighs. She squirmed, letting out another whine that made both alphas snap to attention again. Hunter crossed the room quickly, knelt beside the couch, and cupped her cheek with one big hand.
“Please let me cum,” she panted. “Please, please, I need to cum.”
The hand on her cheek slid to the back of her head. He buried his fingers in her hair, tugging gently and making her shiver. “Make her cum, Grey,” Hunter commanded, then he covered her mouth with his.
The kiss was hard and insistent and demanding, and Destiny immediately surrendered to it, opening to him, moaning at the feel of his tongue claiming hers. Hunter’s other hand found her breast, and he brushed his thumb over a taut nipple before teasing it between his thumb and forefinger. Greyson lowered his head and took her clit in his mouth again. At the same moment, he slipped two fingers inside of her, moving them in tandem with his tongue.
Destiny exploded.
Destiny erupted.
Destiny detonated .
She came harder than she’d ever cum before. She came harder than she thought was possible. She shook and moaned and writhed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She came until she was completely wrung out, panting for breath, her muscles turned to jelly.
When the world returned, she was met with satisfied grins on two of the handsomest faces she’d ever seen. Greyson had acquired a towel and was gently wiping between her thighs, while Hunter stroked her hair. Destiny felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest.
“Time for breakfast.” Hunter declared, already moving toward the table. “You can’t live on dessert alone, Kitten. Good thing you have us to take care of you.”
Destiny liked the sound of that very much. Too much. The ache in her chest came again.
She might be in trouble.
Destiny forced a smile, determined to enjoy the moment. She’d chosen to do something for herself, and she wasn’t going to start overthinking now—at least she was going to try not to. There would be plenty of time for worrying later.
“This all smells so good!” She sat up, pulling her robe back on. It was ridiculous to try and be prim and proper when her breakfast companions had just given her the best orgasm of her life, but she could try. “What is it?”
It was Hunter’s turn to grin smugly. “Grey nicked some pastries and hot chocolate from the kitchens. I made steamed buns.”
Greyson gave his packmate a halfhearted glare. There wasn’t much bite behind it, considering he looked completely contented, as though he was the one who’d just had his mind blown and body wrecked. He’d slid closer to Destiny to lounge against the couch with his arm stretched out behind her and she was acutely aware of his proximity.
“Sod off, Li. We all use the skills and means at our disposal.” Greyson shrugged. “Chef’s pastries are quite good, and the hot chocolate is probably just as tasty lukewarm.”
Destiny laughed, surprised by how masterfully they put her at ease with their good-natured bickering. “It isn’t a competition, boys. Tell me more about these steamed buns though. I’m famished.”
“They’re a common Chinese breakfast item. Though you can eat them at any meal, of course.” Hunter uncovered his tray to reveal a basket of goodies about the size of dinner rolls, though the white dough was pinched in a pretty pattern of folds at the top. “I was raised by my grandmother, a sassy southern white lady who loves to cook. She did her best to connect me with my mother’s culture, even though my mom wasn’t in my life. Meemaw and I learned to make these together but mine are better than hers.”
Hunter’s voice was matter of fact when he spoke of his mother, but Destiny could tell there was a story there. Despite how much Dana Duvalle got on her nerves, she couldn’t imagine not having her mother in her life. How had Hunter come to be raised by his grandmother? Destiny wanted to know more but didn’t want to pry.
“Sweet or savory?” Hunter asked, before Destiny could come up with a suitable response.
“Bloody hell! You seriously made both kinds?” Greyson demanded incredulously. “You’re fucking diabolical. I never stood a chance.”
“All’s fair in love and war, old boy,” Hunter replied in an exaggerated British accent. “I wasn’t sure which she’d like best.”
Though his words were teasing, his voice was sincere. Destiny was touched by the gesture. Hunter had woken early to cook for her and was sharing something meaningful to him. She swallowed against a lump rising in her throat.
“I hate having to choose between good things!” She said, studying the basket of buns. “Savory first, then I’ll try sweet, I think. Since technically I already had my dessert.”
Instead of handing her the bun, Hunter crouched in front of her and held it to her lips. He looked every bit as dominant as he had when directing her not to cum, so Destiny knew better than to argue about letting him feed her. She bit into the bun and was met with an explosion of flavor: eggs and vegetables seasoned and blended into a magical concoction so much better than the individual ingredients.
Destiny let out a little moan of pleasure at the taste and Hunter’s eyes darkened again. Beside her, Greyson sighed dramatically. Hunter grinned smugly.
“You’re not the only one who can make her moan,” Hunter taunted, winking at Destiny and filling her stomach with butterflies. “Don’t be bitter about it, Valentine. You’ve been peacocking since she said your cunnilingus was perfect. You can let me have this one.”
Destiny giggled around a mouthful of food. Greyson toyed with a lock of her hair, making her shiver. She felt a sense of calm, a lightness she hadn’t felt in a long while. She refused to think about why.
“Fair point. I suppose you deserve a consolation prize, since I’m the one who can still taste Star’s juicy cunt on my tongue,” Greyson replied. Those filthy words in his posh accent did unfair things to Destiny’s body. “I think I’ll skip your buns this morning, Hunt. I want to savor the flavor of her perfect pussy for as long as possible.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Destiny was going to spontaneously combust. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to quell another rush of slick.
Hunter’s nostrils flared. “Stop distracting her, Grey. She needs to eat.”
Destiny scowled at him. “You’re pretty bossy, Hunter Li.”
Hunter gave her a scorching look that made her stomach clench again. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Kitten.”
“Kitten, huh?” Destiny cocked an eyebrow, trying to channel some of her usual sass. “Because I’m so cute and fragile?”
Hunter smirked, bringing the bun back to her lips. “Because you can cut a man with those cat eyes as quickly as you can with sharp words. Because you’re graceful and powerful and because I want to make you purr. Now bite.”
Destiny’s breath hitched as she obediently took another bite of the steamed bun. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected him to say, but it certainly hadn’t been that. She flushed, shifting her gaze to Greyson, who was watching her with amusement.
“And what’s this ‘Star’ business?” she asked, trying to look stern. “It’d better not be the obvious answer.”
“You wound me,” Greyson replied, pressing a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “I am a man of deep thoughts. As for my meaning, my dearest Star, I’ll tell you later.”
They fed her until she finally waved them off, full and done with being fussed over. While she’d been eating, they’d informed her that though the storm had finally died down, it had delayed the start of the festival. Avondale was well equipped for the snow, but they still needed time to clear the roads and remove the acres of snow laden tarps that covered the contest trees. The festivities were to begin the following day, leaving everyone’s itineraries unusually clear.
“It’s a proper snow day,” Greyson said, grinning like a schoolboy. Destiny’s stomach flipped and she shook herself inwardly. She was practically swooning at this point, and his next words didn’t help. “Will you spend it with us?”
Destiny bit her lip. Now that she’d opened the door for sex, she wasn’t sure if the invitation came with any expectations. Did she want it to? Absolutely. Maybe. She didn’t know.
Greyson tilted his head, his expression growing serious. “There are no strings attached to this invitation, love. I simply cannot think of anything I’d rather do with this unexpected day off, than spend it with you. In whatever fashion you’d like.”
“We can show you our favorite parts of the castle, then we’ll hang out and watch cheesy Christmas movies if that’s your thing, or we can find some more games for you to whoop Xander’s ass in,” Hunter added, the corner of his mouth quirking with a smile.
Both alphas looked at her hopefully. Destiny felt a rush of desire to please them—was it her omega hormones responding to their alpha pheromones, or just a reaction to two handsome, kind men earnestly craving her attention? She wasn’t sure which, but she couldn’t resist it. She didn’t want to.
Destiny sighed and rolled her eyes, even as her heart raced with excitement. “My favorite Christmas movies are Black Christmas and Die Hard .”
Greyson smacked his forehead in comically dramatic disappointment. Hunter gave her a slow, incredulous headshake.
“You sound exactly like Xander,” Greyson grumbled, full lips turning down in a frown. “I am so disappointed, Star. Hunter and I have been able to outvote him in favor of the jolly stuff. Now you’re going to tip the scales his way. We’ll be outnumbered forever, Hunt.”
Hunter grinned. “ You’ll be outnumbered forever. I’m on her side. I’m never going to vote against our girl.”
Destiny’s brain latched onto the last two words. Our girl. Butterflies swirled in her belly. She knew they were teasing her, but they talked as if they expected her to be around a while. Maybe they were just planning to entertain her for the rest of her extended stay. Surely that’s all it meant. Right?
Destiny’s heart pounded as though it had different ideas.
Greyson pouted. “That’s rubbish. I happen to enjoy movies about peace on earth and goodwill toward mankind during the holidays. Like a normal person.”
Hunter leaned toward Destiny conspiratorially, covering his mouth and speaking in a stage whisper. “He’s a soft batch cookie about blood and gore and spooky shit.”
Destiny couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a pity because I love blood and gore and spooky shit.”
Greyson groaned. “Well, I suppose I now love blood and gore and spooky shit. But I’ll require a proper cuddle during the creepy bits, and I can’t be expected to sleep alone afterward.”
“Deal,” Destiny replied, as the butterflies in her stomach rioted. “I’ll make sure Prince Alexander knows he’s on cuddle duty.”
Greyson surprised her by growling and leaning forward to nip at one of her fingers. She let out an indignant little squeak, more from the way her core clenched than from the force of the bite. Greyson looked up at her with eyes like molten topaz.
“Do not tease me, you cheeky minx. It will drive me to untoward behavior, when I am determined to be a gentleman,” he murmured, his voice a low caress. “You will cuddle me during those godawful movies, and you will like it.”
Destiny shuddered, the dominance in his voice sending an electric buzz through her veins. Her core clenched again, and she felt slick trickling down her thighs. She wouldn’t just like it, she’d fucking love it. Her body hummed with pleasure, with the desire to give this man what he needed. She exhaled a ragged breath.
“Fine, but we’re going to watch something really, really gory,” she replied breathily.
Greyson laughed and rose, pulling her to her feet and into a hug. Finding herself abruptly pressed against the hard length of his body was overwhelming. Destiny swayed a little, but Greyson held her upright.
“Good girl,” he murmured, before brushing his lips over hers in a whisper of a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, and the memory of his mouth on her body threatened to undo her. Destiny’s skin was on fire, her core aching with need. Greyson smiled knowingly. “We’ll leave you to your toilette, but I’ll be eagerly awaiting my cuddles so do be quick about it, love. One of us will return to collect you in an hour, perhaps?”
“Forty-five minutes,” Hunter corrected.
Destiny laughed, wriggling reluctantly out of Greyson’s embrace. “I’ll be ready in a half hour.”
“Good girl,” Hunter said, probably because he wanted her pussy to explode.
It took all of Destiny’s willpower to step away from them and point at the door. “Go. Let me freshen up. I’ll see you soon.”
She closed her eyes as Hunter pressed a kiss to her temple before heading to the door. Greyson brushed his fingers across her cheek, smiling warmly, and followed his packmate from the room.
Destiny didn’t move for a long time. She wanted to remember this feeling. It was a good moment, the type you’d want to look back on wistfully, no matter what happened next. This moment was an adventure, a promise—the first notes of a new song.
Destiny stood still and listened.