Chapter 32
thirty-two
Xenia
Wren is unexpectedly the first into action. He sweeps forward, his head bending as he presses a deep and intense kiss to my lips. His mouth opens, his tongue dancing with mine. My hand reaches up, tangling in his long hair.
Humming my approval, I rock forward attempting to find the friction I so desperately need.
He frees my lips and stares passionately into my eyes.
“Alpha.” I blink slowly as I watch the gold flecks in his irises swirl. “I need you. All of you.”
“Good,” Pierce says from behind. “We need you too, Omega. You are our heart.”
The words appease a deep shattered part of my being. I had never been treated as important, or loved, or cherished, or wanted by an alpha before.
Not until these men came along.
I had blocked so many memories of Tony. Had rewritten our story in my head a million times, making it hard to untangle what was real and what wasn’t. But the more time that passes, the easier I can find the broken fragments. And together, they write a story that is both depressing and despicable.
Wren doesn’t hesitate any longer, carrying me towards the nest. My nest. It is our common ground. It is where we often all sleep. One day they will make a bigger space for us, but in the interim it is perfect.
Gathering my wits and attempting to control my urges, I wriggle free of Wren. I take no time in peeling off my clothes. But I don’t expect Luther to pluck them from the ground and throw them out of the space.
“We know she is your best friend. But you are an unmated omega. She is an unmated alpha.” Luther apologizes sheepishly. “My instincts are screaming to bite you, to mark you.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, jutting my chin out and folding my arms across my chest, squeezing my breasts together. “You want me as your omega? I want you as my alphas.”
Except the three men are entranced. Their gazes hyper-focused on my nipples pebbling up.
This time it is Pierce who is the first to break free. He surges forward, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck as he presses his lips to mine. The scratchy cotton of his shirt, a delectable pleasure filled pain against my sensitive skin.
“We will mark you as soon as you beg us to. Not a moment prior. This is your choice.”
My choice.
The words are my undoing. I am frenetic as I rip his shirt off him. I allow myself a few moments to ogle his tattooed skin, the ripples of muscle that move with every breath that he takes. And then I tug down his pants, his already hard cock bouncing upwards towards his belly.
Humming my approval, I reach blindly for Wren and grab him by the wrist, pulling him to me with my hand trailing downwards to his pants.
But he does the work for me, kicking them off and proving that he is in this too.
His hand reaches up lazily to his cock, offering it a few strokes, but Wren’s attention stays on me.
My eyes bounce around until I find Luther. The man who started this all.
The man whose child I carry. The first one who taught me what it means to be loved by an alpha.
He inclines his head, offering a lazy smile as he follows Wren’s lead. Shrugging out of his shirt and tugging down his pants. His broad chest and bulky arms, reminders of his protective nature. Of the safety he provides.
Stepping back, I lower myself onto the nest. My heart swells as all of the men move into action. Wren falling between my spread thighs.
“I want to taste you.”
I hum my approval, allowing my head to fall back and my eyes to shut. His hot breath fans the apex of my thighs and then his tongue lashes out, first it explores. I arch into him as best I can, but another set of hands finds my nipples, a third trails hot fire up and down my arms and legs.
“You have the most heady flavor. It is intoxicating, addictive,” he murmurs in awe.
And then Wren truly begins, his tongue spearing into me as his fingers pinch my clit and then he swaps. His mouth sucking and vibrating as his fingers curl inside of me.
I don’t last long before I am putty in his arms.
“Alpha! Mark me!” I demand him. I am ready. I want him to be the first. Need him to be. I must show him how important he is. I know that Pierce and Luther understand, but Wren still skirts the edge, still lingers at the back.
But he does not argue, he does not hesitate, his teeth find the skin of my thigh. His teeth graze the spot.
“There. Please,” I beg.
And he acquiesces. I expect the pain.
I remember it clearly when Tony bit me.
But what I’m not ready for is the pleasure. The euphoria that ignites my veins.
My cells reorganize, my designation heaves a sigh of relief.
I have always been alone. My entire life I’ve relied on myself. While Serena is my friend, that is all she’s ever been.
I had never had a family. Never known what it meant to be in a pack.
Until this very instance.
His emotions thrum against me, his own euphoria stemming against my own as we become one.
Everything literally clicks into place.
“I can feel you.” There is awe in his voice.
Wren continues licking the spot he marked, and each time he touches me, another wave of pleasure and desire shoot to my cunt.
“Pierce, please. Mark me.” I am sobbing, but I can’t help it. I am having an existential experience. It is upheaving and cycling all of my emotions through a tornado.
Pierce’s hot breath finds my shoulder, he buries his face there. I know he is giving me time to stop this.
I don’t.
And then he is biting down, his teeth leading the charge, but his tongue following in fast pursuit. It ramps everything up I was just feeling, doubling the intensity.
His aura dances with my own. Our chaotic synergy builds up the intensity as he joins Wren as part of my being.
I know that I don’t have much of my rationale left. “Luther. Over the old mark. Please.”
For a single searing moment, I am terrified that he won’t agree to my request, but then his mouth finds my neck, his teeth brushing the mark that is already there.
The one that caused nothing but pain.
His teeth latch down. He uses his tongue, but he also sucks, leaving a hickey for his troubles.
It is instant, the orgasm that sparks in my belly and causes me to jerk and writhe on the nest.
It is immediate, the connection. The snapping into place of all of us together. An open circuit of love, warmth, security.
I can feel the deep bonds between the men. Their curiosity as they explore into each other's beings.
They had never been connected like this before.
I am their connection.
Their heart.
“Wren, your knot. Please. I need you. All of you.” I know the words aren’t coherent, but the neediness is a feeling I push outwards to all of them.
Wren growls, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I almost took you away.”
Tears leak down my face, but I don’t wipe them away. They aren’t from sadness. They are evidence of the happiness that courses through me.
The pure bliss these alphas have wrapped me up in. “It was my choice.” The words are directed to Luther and Pierce. “But now, we are all together. We are all safe. We have each other.”
Wren readjusts until I can feel him between my thighs, his hard cock at my entrance. He leans over me, and I open my eyes. Stare directly into his soul.
It is kind, and pure, and everything I have ever wanted.
Connected as we are, there is no doubt now. There is only evidence of the goodness inside of him.
My legs wrap around him tugging him towards me. And then he is stretching me, his tantalizing scent hypnotizing me as I force him all the way in. His leg brushes against my thigh, and it takes everything for me not to come undone again. To hold onto the last bit of clarity.
Wren roars into the air, his moves turning erratic as he continues his way into me. His knot throbbing every time he snaps his hips into me. And I want it. Desperately.
Wren is the most maddeningly chaotic of the alphas. He brings my pleasure forcefully with deep snaps and harsh thrusts. But he is still not giving me what I need.
“Wren. Please. Your knot.” It takes everything to not whine, but it is still clear I am pleading.
“She’s ready,” Luther confirms, his rough fingers skirting along the mark he left, causing another wave of pure bliss to explode through me.
And then Wren is pushing further into me, stretching me, his knot finding a spot inside that causes an instant shocking plunge off the highest cliff into the coldest water. An adrenaline-filled high that it is nearly impossible to explain but takes the last of my energy.
Wren groans and pulsates inside me, his head falling into the crook of my neck. “You are ours.”
“I love you, Wren.” I turn my head to Pierce, taking him in, he is watching us with soft adoration. “I love you, Pierce.” And skip to Luther, he is smiling warmly. “I love you, Luther.”
The marks throb enjoyably on my neck, my thigh, my shoulder. Each a choice that I made, each a reminder of the men I deserve, each a promise towards a better future.
My heart warms as I wrap myself in my alphas, as their auras circulate, and I am grateful that I am theirs.