Chapter 21
Lo
Ifeel it in my blood, demanding. Pushing me forward. I need this. More than I’ve ever needed anything, and I truly don’t think it’s just desire. There’s something more here than just instincts. More than just scents that are nice and lips that feel even nicer.
There’s a destiny between the four of us. And isn’t that what I’ve always chased? Isn’t that what I’ve always helped others to achieve? Sure, I’m a whistleblower who investigates sleazy assholes who take advantage of others. It’s the penance I pay for being raised by the family I was raised by.
But I’ve always believed that I’m an instrument of destiny, coming around to bring down the hammer onto those who have done everything to deserve punishment. And if this is my destiny, then who am I to turn it down when it’s my turn to receive it?
But none of them move.
“Beck,” I say, my voice more breathless than I want it to be as my attention pans back to him, “I really do want all of you. I just can’t explain wh—”
His lips are on mine before I can finish.
Slow at first, teasing. He’s testing me.
But when I don’t pull away, when I lean in instead, he deepens it, his hand sliding down to grip my waist.
A second later, Hayes is there, his fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of my throat, tracing a path lower, lower.
His lips find the shell of my ear, his breath warm, sending a shiver straight through me.
“You sure about this, Lo?”
My head spins. Passion is building in me. A fire spreading through my veins. I feel the power of their touches, their gravity pulling me in deeper.
I turn just enough to meet Hayes’s gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yes.”
That’s all it takes.
Beck’s hands are at my hips, tugging me back against him, the possessiveness in his touch undeniable. His scent, deep, musky, rain on the earth, wraps around me, filling my lungs. It’s intoxicating, a scent mark of ownership.
Ford’s mouth moves to my jaw, then lower, his stubble rough against my skin. His scent is woodsy, grounding as the earth itself.
Hayes’s fingers toy with the hem of my hoodie, waiting for my permission, his scent a comforting blend of clean summer linen, honey, and something uniquely him.
I exhale shakily, my body responding to them before I can even think. I tilt my head back, giving in to the moment, to them.
And just like that, the teasing is over.
The tension snaps.
Beck drops to his knees, his eyes dark with hunger as Ford’s strong arms slide beneath mine, bracing my back against his mountainous form. I’m barely aware of my pants being pushed down my legs and off my feet as Ford steadies me with effortless control.
Beck’s hands slide up my thighs, parting them with ease. I feel my leg hitch over his shoulder as Hayes’s breath tickles my neck, my head instinctively tilting to the side.
“Such a good girl for us,” Hayes mutters.
A whimper catches in my throat. My body is already responding before I can think, my scent overpowering, the need to be claimed growing. Slick falls from between my legs.
I barely have time to process the overwhelming sensation of their hands, their mouths, before Beck’s lips brush against the inside of my knee, a whisper of warmth that makes my stomach clench.
“Please,” I say, finally letting out that whimper.
“Our good girl,” Hayes whispers into the exposed crook of my neck.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides, my legs trembling as he kisses higher, each slow, torturous press of his mouth making my pulse pound.
His breath is hot against my skin, his touch insatiable, as if he wants to savor every second of my undoing.
Then, Beck’s mouth is on my pussy, and I shatter.
The first slow, teasing stroke of his tongue between my lips sends a sharp, electric jolt through me, and I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.
“God, you taste divine,” Beck growls.
He groans against me before he dives back in, licking a long stripe up my slit. The sound vibrates through my body, making my hips jerk in response, slick releasing… but his grip tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Lean against me, little one,” Ford mutters as my back falls against him. “I’ve got you.”
“Spread those thighs for him, beautiful,” Hayes all but commands. “Let him drown in you.”
Beside me, Hayes’s hands explore, tracing the curve of my waist, skimming up to cup my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my already aching nipples.
His breath is molten against my ear.
“Relax, beautiful,” he mutters, thick with desire. “Let us take care of you.”
Ford dips lower, his lips brushing along the nape of my neck, his stubble a delicious scrape against my skin. Someone’s mouth is on my breast. When did my hoodie get rucked up?
I’m losing time to them.
I love it.
Then I feel Hayes’s palms press against my cheeks, his thumbs tracing my jawline. “Eyes on me.”
My gaze flickers up, then down, then up again.
Beck’s breath scorches my inner thigh, his tongue darting just shy of where I’m throbbing.
Why did he stop? A keening whine bubbles up before I can catch it, and all of them growl in approval.
The sound washes white-hot fervor over my already scorched skin, and I wonder if this is it.
If this is when they ruin me for good.
Before I can think too much, Beck’s thick finger slides inside of my sopping wet entrance. I moan as my head falls back against Ford’s chest and Hayes’s lips wrap around my puckered, aching nipple.
It’s so much sensation. Too much. And yet, my inner Omega demands it. Beck’s finger curls, hitting a spot that makes my knees buckle. But Ford is there to catch me as if I weigh nothing. As if I’m just some toy to be passed around.
I don’t want them to stop.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper out as I buck against Beck’s hand.
A sound escapes my throat, half gasp, half plea, and Hayes’s mouth crashes down on mine, teeth grazing my bottom lip. It silences me as Beck’s tongue softly lands against my clit. Not enough to stimulate, but enough to tease.
I’m breathless as Hayes steals the air made for me.
Ford’s callused hands cup the underside of my breasts, thumbs circling until my nipples harden. He guides me back until something rigid presses against my spine through denim. A slight rock of his hips. A promise.
“Tell us what you want, little one.” Ford’s teeth graze my earlobe, his breath vibrating through my skull.
“I want…” Beck slides in a second finger, stretching me, and my words dissolve into a shudder. “All of you. Everything from all of you.”
“You’ll get everything.” Hayes steps back, his tee shirt landing on the floor with a soft thump. “We’ll give you all of us.”
Muscles disappear into the waistband he’s now pushing down. His cock springs free, flushed and thickened, a bead of moisture catching the light at its tip.
His fist wraps around himself, sliding up, then down, as his eyes fix on Beck’s fingers disappearing inside me. My pulse hammers in my throat.
“Ford.” My arm reaches blindly behind me, fingers grasping at his belt. “Please.”
Denim whispers to the floor. Something hot and velvet smooth presses against the small of my back.
“Bend over.” Ford gasps. “I want to take you like this.”
Beck’s fingers are gone, and I want to cry. I want to snarl. I want to claim. My Omega side is becoming territorial, and I know what that means.
But, in a flash, large hands grasp my waist, fingers pressing firmly into my flesh as one of them lifts me with ease, as if I’m weightless. I don’t even know who it is. My instincts are drowning out my rational mind. My body is tired of fighting.
My men guide me to the couch, my knees sinking into the worn cushions. My cheek presses into the fabric, and it smells like honeycomb and Christmas trees. Hayes and Ford. Beck shifts, his body making a slight indentation in the couch beside me, my ass in the air for all to see.
Before he moves away, his tongue languidly glides up my center, leaving a warm, wet trail that makes my nerves tingle. I cry out, my knees threatening to give way, but Hayes is there, his steadfast grip keeping me upright.
Then Ford is behind me, the broad, large head of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. He eases in, each inch stretching me, until I think he bottoms out. But he keeps going, inch after torturous inch, until his knot is seated just outside of my body.
“Dear fucking god,” he growls as his hands cup my ass cheeks. “Look at you, little one. All spread out for us. Let us do good by you.”
“Knot. Please,” I beg.
I don’t even care that I’m begging. Not when I’m like this. Not when the tension is so high that I’m sweating.
A low groan falls from Ford’s lips before his hips begin swirling. Someone’s fingers are between my legs, and I tilt my head to see Hayes grinning at me with that boyish grin of his.
“You can take him for us, beautiful,” he says as a smile contorts that gorgeous face of his. “Just relax. Let him fill you up.”
Hayes’s fingers draw tantalizing circles around my aching clit, pulling wet sounds from between my legs that sound obscene.
Ford matches his circular rhythm, rimming his knot against my already-stretched hole.
Beck peppers kisses along my shoulders and face until he lifts my head into his lap, allowing my cheek to press against his thigh.
“Please,” I let out on a half-beg, half-sob.
“Let her have it,” Hayes commands.
I’ve never heard that voice in Hayes before, but I don’t have time to process it. All I know is that when Ford shoves himself forward, I cry out. My voice bounces off the walls as his knot stretches me to the limits, popping inside of my body with a burn that makes me snarl.
“Yessss.”
“Jesus,” Ford rasps, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re so tight. You really are too much.”
I bury my face into Beck’s thigh as his hand strokes through my hair, a moan escaping my lips, muffled by the fabric of his pants. I can feel every ridge, every vein of Ford’s cock, thick and pulsing, the sensation overwhelming.
Hayes’s mouth is at my shoulder, his lips soft, his teeth grazing my skin.
“You good, beautiful?” he murmurs huskily.
“Best I’ve ever been,” I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
A smirk tugs at the corner of Hayes’s mouth just before he shifts, standing before me, his cock level with my face.
With my cheek pressed to Beck’s clothed thigh, Hayes moves forward, bending down so that the tip of his cock paints my lips with his precum.
I stick my tongue out, lapping at him while Ford stays still, as if he’s relishing this moment.
And then, Hayes fists his girth and feeds it into my mouth that I willingly open for him.
“There’s a good girl,” Hayes growls.
“So beautiful for us like this,” Beck says as he smooths my hair away from my face.
Hayes stops when he triggers my gag reflex. “Think you can take more, beautiful?”
I nod, my mouth already open, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He groans, a deep, guttural sound, as I try to unhinge my jaw as much as I can, my cheeks hollowing out as I suck slowly, teasingly. Hayes’s hips twitch, his control faltering with each languid pull of my mouth.
Fucking hell, his cock is just about the size of an Alpha’s.
Behind me, Ford’s hips finally start to move, each thrust deep and measured, propelling me forward onto Hayes with every motion.
His knot pops in and out of me, mixing the burn with the electricity as it sends me soaring.
Beck’s fingers are so soft in my hair, as if he’s making sure absolutely nothing goes wrong while I’m staked on his packmates.
Why did I fight this for so long?
It’s intense, the feeling of being completely filled, completely possessed. Their hands are everywhere, gripping, guiding, using me for their pleasure, and it only serves to heighten mine. I want them to bite me, to nip my skin all over, to mark me as theirs.
Then, Beck isn’t just watching. His voice is at my ear, his breath hot against the shell as he whispers filthy words, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. He watches me, his eyes taking in every gasp, every shiver.
“Look at you,” he mutters, “stuffed to the brim. Can’t wait to get my dick in your ass. Plugging all of those beautiful holes until you can’t run from us anymore.”
His hand snakes between my legs, his fingers finding my clit, stroking it in perfect, maddening circles, sending me spiraling.
I can’t handle it.
It’s too much.
I’m losing myself…
The world whites out. My sounds, muffled by Hayes’s pulsing cock.
My fingernails dig half-moons into the cushions of the couch as my body begins to buck like a bitch in heat.
The fabric of the couch burns against my knees.
Hayes’s grip tightens around my neck as my spine bows backward.
The sound rising in my throat collides with his thickness, transforming into something between a gag and a moan.
My jaw aches. My lungs burn. My thighs tremble against the cushions of the couch.
Three points of contact keep me from collapsing: Hayes’s hand gripping the nape of my neck, Ford’s hands gripping my hips, Beck’s lips at my ear whispering words I can barely process through the roar of blood in my ears.
“Oh shit, Lo…” Hayes’s voice breaks.
His muscles tense. A twitch against my tongue, then salt and heat flood my mouth, sliding down my throat before I can think to swallow.
I blink up through tears. My throat works around him. Once. Twice. Three times, trying to swallow all of him down.
The pressure between my legs intensifies, pulsing in time with my thundering heartbeat. My vision sparkles at the edges. A whimper escapes me, high, broken, desperate, as my body jerks against hands that hold me exactly where they want me.
Hayes pulls back so slowly I feel every millimeter of distance between us expand. His palm—warm and heavy—cradles my neck, the pads of his fingers drifting over the dampness along my little baby hairs as though he hasn’t just driven me to the brink of collapse.
Light flickers over his dark lashes and the slight curve of his jaw, and when he murmurs, “That’s it. You’re perfect. You did so good,” his gasp vibrates through my skull, shattering me more thoroughly than the orgasm ever could.
My forehead presses back into the fabric of Beck’s pants, my breath ragged. Ford’s lips brush the side of my face, soft and urgent.
I want their knots. All of them. I want to be plugged so furiously and so greatly that I can’t move for an hour.
Beck’s fingers trace down the ridge of my spine, pressing just enough to anchor me. My body still quivers around Ford’s cock; I clamp my eyes shut against the overload of sensation.
Maybe we aren’t done yet.
Maybe this is just the beginning.
And maybe this could feel safe enough to call home.