Chapter Twenty-Six – Jess #2
There was once a time in my life I would’ve boldly declared that being locked to an alpha like this would be the worst thing ever, the most terrible thing in the world, but that time has officially passed me by.
I would never say anything like that now, not now that I’ve accepted these three alphas and their hearts.
They’re mine. They’re so fucking mine.
Mason dominates me. He makes me his, and while his knot is inside me, I come again and again. You’d think I’d be empty of slick by now, but nope. Omegas are basically just slick-making machines, especially during their heats.
I don’t know how long it is before Mason comes, but once he does, it’s over. He becomes a slave to his instincts, to the pleasure racing through him. He fills me with cum, but he does not slow his pace. No, he keeps it up, thrusting again and again, making me see stars.
I’m so lost in it, in him, in how light my body feels, that I lose track of how many times he comes in me.
I’m light as a feather by the time he eventually pulls himself out, his knot deflated.
I am, for the first time ever, at peace, not only with what I want and the men around me, but also with who I am.
These three accept me. They want me, as broken as I am.
They are more than willing to be the glue that holds me together, just as I’m happy to do the same for them.
Maybe together we can be everything, whereas apart we’re nothing more than bumbling fools going about our lives, thinking we’re living when in reality we’re not.
The last thing I remember before passing out in sheer exhaustion is smiling.
The rest of my heat goes by in a blur. I’m pretty sure the guys make me eat as the hours turn into days, and I vaguely remember moving things into the bathroom at one point, where we have some shower sex that definitely involves multiple alphas holding me up and keeping me in position thanks to the sheer height difference between us.
It’s… all rather normal, I suppose, though I don’t think like that in the moment.
When you’re lost in your heat, the only things you can think about with any kind of clear mind revolve around your alphas, their knots, and the orgasms they can give you.
Said things are the only things that lessen the ache inside.
Without them, that ache would be so painful you wouldn’t be able to go on.
And here I used to think I’d get through it by myself.
What a fool I was. So stupid. Things might have been slightly easier for me since I can’t smell anything, but at the same time, that ache was definitely there inside me, ready to take over, if I would have decided to push Rourke, Asher, and Mason away.
I don’t know exactly how long it lasts, but I know it’s finally over when I wake and feel no kernels of desperate need in my gut.
I’m in a mess of blankets and pillows on the floor in my room, and though I cannot smell the mixture of scents, I can imagine all of the cum and slick that leaked from us these past few days mix to make a strong scent that would put off most other people.
Sitting up, I stretch, and I feel strangely light, like the pressure that has been weighing down on me this entire time is now gone. I am, simply, me, and I’ve never felt as light as I do in that exact moment.
I’m alone in the room, none of the guys around. They must have snuck out while I was fast asleep, but that’s all right. With how… attentive they were during my heat, I can imagine they’re all looking to stretch their legs and perhaps even eat a full meal.
Heats are a lot of work. Who knew? Besides everyone who’s already gone through one, that is.
I don’t know how long I sit there, but it has to be a few minutes before someone else joins me—Asher.
He wears nothing but pajama bottoms, his torso completely bare.
Based on his damp blond hair, I’d say he definitely took a shower or something.
He wears a sloppy grin when he sees I’m up, and he comes to sit next to me.
“Morning, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”
I run a hand through my hair. I can feel the sweat and grease in its lengths; I really need to hop in the shower myself and scrub my body down from head to toe. “Good. Still a little tired, but… but good. Think it’s finally over.”
As I say it, it hits me: if my heat is over, that means it’s time to go back to the real world and face the consequences of our actions.
Rourke has said I’ll have the full support of Alabaster Security behind me, but I’d be lying if I said that made me feel any better.
I’m not looking forward to seeing my aunt again.
She’s not going to like how things turned out, not one bit.
He grins harder. “I’d say so. That was…” There are so many adjectives he could use to describe the past few days, but I don’t expect him to pick the one he does. “Amazing. It was kind of nice to not have to worry about anything except you.”
His smile is infectious, damn it. The corners of my mouth tug into a slight smile when I say, “Yeah, you three are pretty good at sharing, from what I remember.”
Asher chuckles, the sound an awkward one, which is quite silly when you think about it, considering everything we’ve shared and seen together.
Maybe that awkwardness is just a part of his personality that will never fully disappear.
“Yeah, we were, huh? Just goes to show how good we work together as a team.”
With a nod, I say, “It does. Where are Rourke and Mason?”
“Mason is taking a shower. Rourke is throwing something in the oven. I don’t know about you, but I am starving for something a bit more filling than protein bars.”
“I should shower, too.” I work on getting up, but Asher is by my side the next second, helping me get to my feet, as if I’m weak. “I can handle getting to the bathroom by myself.” I say that part out of habit, and then I force myself to add, “But thank you.”
Changing habits and ways of thinking isn’t easy. It’s going to take some time before I can accept the fact that these guys are here to stay, that they want me, that they’re in my corner no matter what.
Asher helps me to the bathroom, and he even turns on the shower for me. “I’ll grab you some clean clothes,” he tells me. “And then I’ll start cleaning up the room. We have a lot of laundry to do before we leave.”
Yes, that we do.
While he goes to do just that, I sit on the toilet and wait for the water to heat up.
I really do feel like I could go for a nap, but I can’t sleep anymore.
There really is so much to do before we leave, and it’s probably best for us if we leave the cabin as quickly as possible.
The faster we get back to the city, the sooner this can be put behind us and I can hopefully claim my inheritance and kick my aunt out of my house.
Where will she go? I don’t know. She has family she can turn to, unlike me—a family she never invited me into. Anytime she went to visit them, I was never invited. Even when I was a kid, fresh out of that accident, I was an other.
Maybe it makes me cold and a bit of a bitch, but I don’t care where she goes or what she does next.
I get up and move to the shower once I’m certain the water has heated up.
I stick a hand in the water’s path to test it out before I fully step inside the walk-in shower.
The moment that hot water hits my skin, I let out a slow breath I feel as if I’ve been holding for years and years.
The relief that’s in me, I can’t explain it.
Everything I fought for, everything I rallied against; everything is about to come full circle, and I’m ready. I’m so ready for whatever comes next.