Chapter Thirty-Two – Mercedes
My head is spinning when Darius pulls his mouth off mine, a devilish, drop-dead gorgeous smirk tugging at his lips. He straightens himself out and steps aside, letting Nic crawl onto the bed and take his place. Warren is already to my right, nuzzling against my hair as his hand roams over my stomach, above my shirt.
This… it doesn’t feel real. I thought they’d change their minds. I thought—well, I assumed they wouldn’t want me anymore. That I’m too broken, too used up.
But no. They don’t want to get rid of me. No kicking me to the curb and disowning me for my past. The only thing they want to do is protect me, make me forget, make me feel alive in ways I’ve never felt before.
And, perhaps what surprises me the most about it all, is the fact that I want that, too. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to know what a life is without this pack. In such a short time, they’ve become everything to me, and I just can’t imagine what I’d do if I didn’t have them by my side.
Nic, Warren, Darius. Pack Alabaster. My pack. My alphas.
And I… I’m their omega.
Beside me, Nic grabs my chin and tilts my face toward him. His black eyes study me as he asks, “Is that all right, Mercedes? Can we show you what it means to be ours?” Asking permission even though my scent is thick enough in the air this entire room is full of my hormones saying yes.
I nod and say, “Yes.” Thank goodness it’s all he needs to hear; I don’t think I would be able to say anything else. My mind is awash with the recent conversations: learning about Nic, telling them my full truth. I reached my limit of serious conversations today.
Nic responds by kissing me, pulling me in towards him and filling my lungs with his air. The kiss is over far too soon, but that’s only because he tilts my chin the other way, towards Warren, where the other alpha waits for a taste of me. Warren kisses me so hard my toes curl and my thoughts spin out of control.
Being on the bed with both Nic and Warren is like a dream. It doesn’t feel real. I must’ve fallen into an alternate reality when I wasn’t paying attention. There’s no way this can be happening, no way I actually want this.
This is crazy, but it’s all that I want.
We remain like that for a while, the two alphas on the bed taking turns with my mouth. Their hands roam over my upper half, above my clothes; along the bare skin on my arms, my stomach, and anywhere else they can lazily touch while waiting their turn.
I don’t know why this surprises me so much. If packs share omegas all the time, it shouldn’t come as a shock to me that they’re okay sharing me at the same time. They’re more than okay to sandwich me in between them and ravish my mouth like my lips are their last meal, and I trust them enough to let them do whatever they want to me.
All alphas are not the same. It’s something I should’ve known from the beginning, but only now am I coming to terms with the reality that not all alphas are bad.
When my head is turned to Warren, Nic moves so he straddles my hips. I know my panties are soaked, my omega scent so strong the air in the room is thick and hazy, so I don’t have to look at any of the alphas in the room to know they bulge against their pants, their dicks hard as a rock.
Hmm. I never really thought about dicks before—besides trying and most usually failing to avoid the one—but I bet theirs are nice. I bet they know exactly how to use them to make me lose my mind.
“Can I take off your clothes?” Nic asks, his hands on my hips, applying a gentle pressure under his palms. Heat radiates off him so strongly I can practically feel his skin through my clothes. The alpha is a furnace, and if I let him, I know he’ll make me so hot I want to explode.
If he would’ve asked me that question the night I came home with them, I would’ve had a very different answer than the one I give him now: “Yes.” I have to murmur the word against Warren’s mouth, and the alpha kissing me growls in approval. He must want Nic to take off my clothes.
Nic goes for my pajama bottoms, first. No button, no zipper; they simply slide down my legs with no resistance whatsoever, his fingertips grazing my outer legs all the way down. My panties come off next, and I’m pretty sure I hear a hungry groan slip from his lips when he pulls them off and tosses the wet panties aside.
He moves to my shirt next, which means Warren has to pull his mouth off mine to let him take it off me. I have to sit up a bit, and then my shirt goes up and over my head. My bra is next—that comes undone with some slick fingers on Warren’s part.
And then, just like that, I’m utterly naked with two alphas on my bed and one alpha watching from what feels like afar.
I should feel self-conscious. The old me would’ve tried to hide, but I showed them my scar. They know all about what I’ve been through. There isn’t any point in hiding any more.
Nic’s chest rumbles as he eyes up my naked body beneath him. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps out.
“Fucking hell,” Warren purrs out, his blue gaze raking along every curve of my body. “She’s fucking gorgeous.” He glances at the third alpha in the room, the one barely able to keep his composure a few feet away from the bed. “Isn’t she, Darius?”
All Darius does is nod, but the intense expression on his face tells me enough: he’s dying to crawl onto this bed with us. I don’t know what’s stopping him, what’s holding him back… unless he wants to watch the others with me, first?
Hands roaming over my body, Nic murmurs, “I’m going to worship you.” His tall frame bends down, and he places a soft kiss on my collarbone, slowly working his way down to my chest. “Every inch of you.”
I shiver at the implication of his words, and at that moment he sucks a nipple into his mouth, pebbling it so hard it could cut glass. I squirm as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue circling my nipple, and I let out a soft, breathy moan that makes Warren hum to my right.
“You like that?” Warren whispers, his tone laced with arousal and urgent desire. “You like Nic sucking on those gorgeous tits?”
All I can do is nod. Nod and squeeze my thighs together. That question might sound ridiculous coming from anyone else, but the way Warren says it is beyond sexy. His low timbre crawls up my spine and takes hold of me somewhere deep as he rubs circles on my hip, near my scar.
Nic’s mouth moves to the other nipple, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Pleasure surges through me in waves thanks to that tongue, and I have such trouble filling my lungs that I have to start panting.
After a while, Nic pulls his mouth off my tits and kisses a line to my belly button. His goal is dipping even lower on my body, but he makes a pit stop first: the scar near Warren’s hand. His mouth presses against the scar as he kisses me in the one place on my body that brings me shame—but the way he makes me feel, the way they all make me feel… the last thing on my mind right now is shame.
Fifteen seconds later, he’s spreading my legs and positioning himself between my inner thighs, nipping and kissing his way along them until he reaches my apex. He doesn’t latch on right away; he pauses and inhales deeply, breathing me in.
“You smell so damn good,” he says, and I might leak more slick at the praise. My inner omega likes being praised after all. “I could be here all night, all day, every night and day. I could live here.”
“You can’t do that,” Warren murmurs, pressing his mouth against my shoulder. “If you live there, when would I ever get a turn?” He takes my neck in his hand and turns my face toward him before he asks, “Tell him you want me down there, too. Tell him it can’t always be him.”
My lips part, but no words come out. I already feel like I’m on cloud nine. Talking right now is an impossibility for me.
Nic chuckles softly, his breath coming out hot between my legs. He doesn’t say a word more; he dives right in. His tongue runs along the curve of my body, catching some of my slick before circling my entrance and then running up to my clit. He latches on and sucks like I’m his personal lollipop.
I instantly writhe, my eyelids falling as I lose myself to the way Nic worships me. Warren hums beside me, and through slit eyes I can see that almost maniacal smirk. “Oh, yeah,” he tells Nic, “she likes that a lot. Keep it up.”
As if Nic needs instruction. It’s like he read up on the Mercedes manual; he knows exactly what to do to fill my lower half with a pressure so strong it has nowhere else to go but out. The pleasure in me rises to a boiling point and then I explode, an orgasm so powerful I see stars even though my eyes are closed. Slick oozes out of me aplenty, the key sign that my body is aching for an alpha knot.
Nic’s mouth moves lower so he can lick up that slick, and he growls out an animalistic sound that tells me he’ll never have his fill of me. Never.
Warren sits up. “All right, all right. Move aside. My turn. I need to taste our omega.” The other alpha growls at him, clearly not wanting to leave his spot between my spread legs, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. “Don’t be selfish. She’s ours, Nic, so move it! Don’t make me get one of my knives—”
“That’s enough,” Darius growls out, ending the threat then and there. “I’m certain there is more than enough of Mercedes to go around. Nic, let Warren in.”
Nic, usually the easygoing and gentle giant of the group, obviously doesn’t want to, but at the instruction of his pack leader, he folds. He moves aside and reclaims the spot to my left as Warren takes his place between my spread thighs.
“Fuck,” Warren whispers. “This is what I’m talking about.” And then he goes to taste me.
I squirm; he’s more forceful with his tongue, and he ventures deeper with it. He actually pushes his tongue inside of me and laps at me from the source, and I wriggle and moan, arching my back to let that tongue hit a little deeper.
Nic’s hand goes to my chest, cupping and massaging the closest tit. His fingers pinch and play with the nipple, drawing another moan from me. The dual sensation is enough to send me tumbling over the edge again, and between my legs, Warren is greedy.
“You taste so goddamned good,” he murmurs against my apex. “Like candy.” Once he’s finished licking up my slick, he finds my swollen clit and showers it with heaps of attention. Something slides into me right then, and it takes me a few moments to realize he inserted a finger into my core while his tongue flicks my clit with fervor.
I moan louder, and Nic whispers, “She likes that a lot, don’t you, Mercedes?” He pinches a nipple the same moment Warren takes my clit between his teeth, and I lose my mind yet again.
The orgasm is strong, so strong all my toes and fingers curl. I cry out, unable to muffle the sound, writhing as Warren’s finger pumps in and out of me and his mouth sucks hard on my clit. Beside me, Nic purrs out his approval, clearly appreciating how I look when I come.
Slowly, Warren withdraws his finger from my core, and I crack open my eyelids to see him stick that finger into his mouth and lick it clean, humming all the while. He looks like a madman who just discovered the cure to his insanity, and that cure is me.
“What do you want now?” Nic asks. “Do you want more? Or do you want something else… a knot, maybe?” He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I can’t guarantee that I can fuck you without knotting you, love.”
Warren retakes his place on my right, curling against me and whispering, “He’s right. Hell, my cock’s halfway to Knottown now, without being inside you.” As if to further emphasize the state of his hard dick, he reaches down and adjusts himself over his pants. His bulge is so big it’s a wonder the button and zipper haven’t popped.
“Unless…” Nic glances at Darius.
“No,” he says, and I feel the rejection sear my soul… until he finishes: “When I have her for the first time, we will be alone, and I’ll have her all to myself.” The pain of his rejection morphs into something else, anticipation, maybe?
He wants to have me alone when he claims me for the first time. As pack leader, neither Warren nor Nic can argue with him.
“But if she wants you,” Darius goes on, his green gaze falling to me between the two alphas, “I won’t stop either of you. She is our omega. It’s far past time we show her what that means.” He moves to the foot of the bed, and from his new position, he can see right between my legs, at the glistening pink folds covered in slick.
He’s slow in pulling his gaze off my core, letting it roam over my naked body until it reaches my face. His large fingers curl around the wooden bedframe as he cocks his head at me. “Is that what you want, Mercedes? An alpha knot or two?” The corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk. “Use your words. Tell Nic and Warren how badly you want them.”
Even though he doesn’t use his dominance on me, his instruction settles on me like a comfortable blanket. I can’t fight it; all I can do is surrender to it. To it, to him, to Warren and Nic and everything submitting to this pack and its alphas mean.
To Nic and Warren, I say, “I want—” Gosh, it’s so hard to speak right now. My mind is so hazy, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. Still, I manage to muster through and finish, “I want your knots. Just… no marking.” I don’t know what makes me say it, but once it’s out there, I worry the guys might take it the wrong way.
A knot is one thing. A mate mark, a bonding bite, is another. I’m just not ready for that.
“It’s all right,” Nic tells me, comforting me as he smooths out my hair. “We won’t bite you.”
Might as well tell them about the other thing, too, since we’re at it. “I, um, I also have an implant. I… snuck off to a clinic a few years ago. Until I get it removed, I can’t get pregnant. I—” I’m about to say I don’t know if I even want kids, but the way the guys look at me after that stops me from saying it.
It’s Warren’s turn to comfort me, “It’s okay, Red. It sucks you had to do that, but I think I speak for all of us when I say we’re not thinking of getting you pregnant right now. We just want you.” Nic nods along with him.
I don’t know what I expected. For them to judge me? Seems silly since they didn’t judge me for the scar on my hip. Why did I think they’d judge me for the implant? These guys, now that I got to know them, have shown me nothing but acceptance.
“Nic,” I say, reaching for the alpha to my left. “Give me your knot.” My cheeks, already red with the heat from all those orgasms, flush even deeper. I never imagined saying I want a knot to anybody. This pack and its alphas turned my world upside-down without me realizing it, and I don’t think anything I can do will ever set things back to the way they were.
Beside me, Warren mutters, “I’ll try not to be jealous,” while Nic hops off the bed and starts to shed his clothes, more than eager to give me what I want. I turn my head toward Warren and give him a sloppy smile, and he says, “I know, I know. Patience and all that shit.” He leans his forehead against mine. “Never been too good at it, but I’ll do my best to keep my cool while Nic fucks you for the first time.”
I’m so focused on what Warren is saying that I neglect to watch Nic undress. By the time the alpha is crawling back onto the bed and positioning himself on top of me, all I can see are the muscles on his chest—and the two scars tainting that otherwise flawless body.
I reach out and touch the scar near his heart, tracing the circular mark before propping myself up and kissing it, much like he kissed the scar on my hip earlier.
Nic grins and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me in a way only he can. Sweet and gentle, but with a hint of fire. Desire laced with sweetness and urgency. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispers to me, nuzzling against my neck as he reaches down between us for his cock. He runs his tip along my slick folds, and my core practically quivers in anticipation. “If something hurts or doesn’t feel right, just tell me, okay?”
Nodding, I say, “Okay.” He’s so thoughtful. He was the one who wanted me first. He’s the reason I’m here. In a way, it’s only right that he’s my first from the pack.
Thanks to the height difference between us, he can’t keep his face nestled in my neck while he pushes inside of me. I get a nice view of his hard, sculpted chest when he bears his hips down upon me, his cock pushing inside of me inch after inch. I didn’t get a good look at it, but it looked thick—and if the way my body feels when he’s inside of me is any indication, he fills me to the brink.
I breathe in hard, full of his cock, and Nic keeps himself propped up over me, watching my reaction. He probably is worried that I won’t voice any discomfort, but I don’t think there can be any discomfort when my body is ready to take his in. That’s the whole point of omega slick: to get an omega’s body ready to accept a knot. Numbing the pain, heightening the pleasure. It’s all natural.
“How does she feel?” Warren asks beside us, pupils dilated in envy.
Nic groans as he thrusts once. “Fucking spectacular. I never want to pull out.”
With the way he feels inside of me, I don’t want him to leave, either. His length, wide as it is, fits inside of me like a hand in a glove. My body was clearly always ready to take his cock. Who knew all it took to unlock my omega instincts was the right alpha pack?
His hips gyrate, his cock pumping in and out of me in a slow rhythm. I think he’s trying to get us both used to it, maybe attempting to push off the knotting a bit. Every time he fills me up, I moan, writhing under him, squirming in ecstasy.
“Fuck,” he groans out. “I’m going to knot you. I can’t—” He can’t stop it from happening, can’t slow it down, but it’s okay. I’m ready. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
Though I can’t see it, I can feel it. The base of Nic’s cock swells to near unimaginable size, pushing against my core’s entrance and thereby locking us together. He can only thrust a bit while he’s knotted me, not nearly the same amount as he was before—it’s the whole purpose of an alpha’s knot: to lock the alpha and the omega together. If someone were to tear Nic away from me, it’d rip me up down there. It’s only safe to part once the knot fades and his cock empties of cum.
It’s a sensation unlike any other. The moment I feel that knot pushing against me, I breathe harder, my chest rising and falling unevenly. Above me, Nic’s hips push against mine, his cock and that knot rubbing a place just inside me that makes me mewl. The pressure is back in my belly, the need to come so strong in me it’s all I can think about.
And I’m not even in heat. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when my heat hits.
“You doing okay?” Though Nic is concerned for me, it’s clearly difficult for him to speak while knotting me. His brows are furrowed, his muscles rippling with every thrust.
I can’t even respond. I’m too close to coming again. That knot… that knot alone is enough to make me lose it—and it does. Shortly after he asks me that question, another orgasm hits me hard and fast. I arch my back and cry out, grabbing Nic’s sides and holding on for dear life as the orgasm takes me for a wild ride.
Nic must feel the orgasm in my core, the added slick, because he shudders and groans with me. He manages to keep his head for a few minutes after, but eventually he can’t contain himself any longer. He jerks into me, his knot stretching my core, and he lets out a low moan as his cock fills me with warmth from his cum, coating my inner walls and marking me as his.
He almost collapses on top of me, but he’s able to hold himself up with his elbows. He grins down at me and says, “You’re something else, you know that?” My inner omega relishes the praise, and Nic has to hold himself against me while we wait for his knot to subside. “Are you ready for Warren’s knot?”
I nod against his chest. Ready, willing, and hella excited. Who knew a knot could give me so much pleasure? I certainly didn’t. These guys are showing me a whole new world, and I am fully along for the ride with a smile on my face.
Or, you know, whatever my face looks like after so many orgasms.
As soon as Nic’s knot subsides, he pulls his length out of me and rolls off me, and Warren is right there, taking his place between my legs as his cum and my slick oozes out of me and onto the bed. I must’ve been so lost in the former that I neglected to realize the latter was taking off his clothes.
I’ve seen Warren in nothing but his boxers before, but having him naked and between my legs is another matter entirely. Let’s just say the man is an alpha god—an alpha god with a wicked glint in those blue eyes. From where I am, I can’t see any of the scars on his back.
All of us have scars. I didn’t know it before. Mine, Nic’s, and Warren’s were physical, while Darius’s were beneath the skin—sorrow and guilt over not protecting his brother well enough. We really are a match, aren’t we?
Warren runs his hands along my outer thighs, his grin a bit lopsided. The alpha looks like he just got everything he’s ever asked for handed to him on a silver platter—a complete switch from what he was that first night at the Omega Garden. He was so uninterested that I really thought he hated me.
Then again, the same could be said of Darius after our first encounter. Clearly, first impressions are not always right.
“Let’s give Darius a good show, hmm?” The mischievous glimmer in those azure orbs fill me with warmth. Whatever show he wants to put on, I’ll be a willing participant.
You’d think it’d be weird to be with someone for the first time with two other people watching, but it’s not. Not here, not with them. When you’re pack, you truly do share everything. Darius has moved to the other side of the bed, where Warren just vacated, so he can have a better view of the impending knotting.
“Be loud for me, Red,” he says as he takes hold of his cock and fists its length a few times. Its tip oozes precum, and he runs his thumb over it before bringing it to my mouth. “I want to hear every sound I bring out of you.”
I part my lips, letting him dip his thumb into my mouth. I run my tongue over the pad of his thumb and taste his cum, and the action creates sparks inside of me. They say I taste good? There’s no way I taste as good as they do.
The moment he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, he positions his cock at my entrance. He gives no warning; he simply jerks his hips against me and fills me up. Whether it’s the fact that he had to wait to have me, or the fact that it’s just his way, I don’t know, but Warren fucks me a bit harder than Nic did.
And I’m not complaining about it. No, the opposite, actually. The way he jerks his length inside me, over and over again with such a quick pace draws out more moans from my chest. I have to close my eyes and give in to him in every way.
Warren fucks like he talks; he does what he wants, when he wants. He’s all rough movements and gravelly moans. He is a god above me, taking what he wants from me, and I freely give him everything.
And then his knot swells, and I lose my damn mind.