10. Lila #2
“No. Of course not,” River scoffs. But neither Wes nor Harrison looks convinced. I shrug.
“I feel okay right now,” I say, knowing damn well my heat could hit hot and heavy at any time over the next few hours. I’m feeling a little achy right now. I wonder if the guys just can’t tell. Maybe my scent isn’t very strong for them. I can scent their need very well, though.
Harrison’s is the strongest, so he must be close to his rut. Westley’s is excited and filled with anticipation. River’s is different. Steady and strong. He’s ready and confident.
“The coffee table is big enough. Let's set it up there,” Harrison suggests, and the four of us take our places around it, sitting on the floor.
By the time everyone has made a lap around the board once, the ache between my thighs is persistent and uncomfortable.
The slick between my legs, soaking through the sweats Wes gave me, threatens to make a mess on the floor.
The only thing keeping my sanity intact is the scent of the alphas mixing with my own.
My last few heats haven’t been satisfying, to say the least. Maybe that's why it’s hitting me so heavily this time.
I wiggle, trying to hide my discomfort, but fail. Or maybe these alphas are paying more attention than my ex ever did.
“You look like you need something, Lila…sell me your Boardwalk, and I'll ease your suffering…” River murmurs in my ear, but I push him away.
“Never,” I growl.
“I can help you, Lila.” Harrison grips my chin until I look up at him. “Just say yes…”
“Yes,” I gasp as he kisses me. His hand drops to the waistband of my sweatpants, and he tugs them down an inch.
“Off,” he demands, pulling them down my hips as I stand so he can remove them fully. But when I move to sit back down, Harrison pulls me into his lap instead.
Wes watches me from across the table. He can't see what Harrison does, as he slips his finger into the front of my soaked thong, but he keeps his eyes on me.
River turns in his seat so he's facing us, and smirks.
“We're finishing this game, Lila. I said instincts wouldn't let you suffer, not that I wouldn't make you stay until I win,” River says, and my eyes drop to the front of his pants. He's hard. And judging by the bulge, I was right about the size of his cock.
“This could be the first game River abandons, Lila. If you think you can tempt him…”
“I d-don't…” I murmur when Harrison finally pushes his fingers into me, using his position to spread my legs wider, giving River a very naughty view.
“You doubt yourself, Lila? Don't you know how sexy you are? Fuck, feel how hard I am for you.” Harrison thrusts into my ass, and I gasp.
“That’s just my scent,” I argue. It would be hard for an alpha not to get hard at an omega's scent. I'm not a fool. They're attracted to me, but I could be anyone in Harrison’s lap right now, and they'd still be hard.
“She needs proof,” River says, watching the way I roll my hips, chasing the pleasure Harrison is denying me.
I gasp as River swipes the game off the table in one swoop, pulls me out of Harrison’s arms, and places me where the game had just been.
“Ask me how many women I've kissed,” River murmurs, as he shuffles forward on his knees between my spread thighs and cups my cheek in his palm.
“How many?”
“One. When I was sixteen.” Then he presses his lips to mine, and kisses me with so much desperate need I can't think clearly.
He doesn't kiss like he's only done it once. Does that mean he never kissed their ex from college?
“I've only ever fucked two betas, Lila, and no one has ever taken my knot,” River rumbles, and I hear Wes curse behind me.
“Well, that's hardly fair. How am I supposed to compete with mister saving my knot for the right girl?”
River chuckles. “Yours is bigger? And pierced.” He shrugs, and my eyes go wide. Surely not?
“Yeah, that's right, Lila. River doesn't just mean my cock, either…”
“Oh my,” I whisper as my pussy clenches around nothing. I’m so fucking turned on, and they haven’t even done anything to me yet.
“I’ve never given anyone my knot, either,” Harrison adds to my left, and I look up at him with wide eyes. “But you already knew that. I wanted to save it for my omega. The right girl. I want you to be my first, and last, Lila.”
“Me?” I gasp.
“Only you,” Harrison nods, but River steals my attention back to him, cupping my face and forcing me to look at him.
“Only you, Lila. I can see the look in your eyes, and I know there's a voice in your head telling you that you’re not enough. Lying to you about what my pack wants from you. Fighting to convince you that you aren’t good enough.
But we don’t lie, and we would never fucking say these things to an omega if we didn’t mean every word,” River growls.
“Why?” I can’t help but ask. The word barely more than a whisper.
“Why not? You’re beautiful, kind, genuine, and sweet.
Your scent is the most alluring thing I’ve ever smelled.
The shy way you look at us is adorable, and the nervous way you chew your lip when we get close makes me fucking hard.
You’re everything we’ve ever wanted in an omega.
” Wes is the one to answer, and his words touch me so deeply that tears fill my eyes.
“Just give us the chance to prove ourselves, Lila. We won’t hurt you. I promise,” River vows, but I shake my head.
“You can’t know that,” I argue.
“You’re right. But what I can promise you is that we would never hurt you intentionally, and if we do it by accident, we’ll do whatever it takes to make it better.
To fix our mistakes. We can promise to be kind, caring, and attentive, and if we ever fail, we can promise to make it right,” River says, gripping my chin, so I can’t look away.
“Now let us take the ache away, Sweet Omega, your pain has been driving my instincts mad,” Harrison begs.
Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe it shouldn’t be this easy to give in to them, but it is.
“Okay,” I nod.
“Once your heat hits fully, you’ll be all instincts. Do you want to put together a nest now? We have a space in a spare bedroom that’s never been used. We can bring in the blankets from our beds, and–”
“Yes,” I nod, cutting River off, “and your hoodies.” I push myself up, eager to see the space, and start putting things together exactly how I like them.
“Alright, Sweet Omega. Harrison and Wes will grab everything while I show you the room.” River stands, and I move to stand, but the alpha isn’t having it. Instead, he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and nuzzle into his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent.
On the opposite side of the apartment from the guys' rooms is another room, and once River pushes through the door, I wiggle free from his arms. This will do. I don’t look around much, but notice that the smaller room has a low bed frame with a California king mattress.
I head for the stack of blankets to inspect them.
None of them smells like another omega, or anything besides these three men. Good.
The different blankets and pillows are shades of cream and purple. A lavender blanket, in particular, captures my interest as I rub it against my face.
Whiskey. Balsam and cedar. Spiced pecans. Scents that remind me of cozy nights and soft touches. Of burning need and endless pleasure.
I’ll use these as the base of my nest. As I get to work, laying them out how I want, adding the hoodie of Harrison’s that I had been wearing, I hear River groan behind me, and glance back at him as I work on padding the edges.
I’m on my hands and knees in the center of the nest, smoothing the bumps and lumps of the blankets.
He’s watching me with an intensity I can’t read, but his scent says he’s very turned on. The need in his eyes has me flushing again. My heat can’t be more than three or four hours away now. Is my scent already getting heavier?
“Putting you in our clothes was the right choice, but watching you build your nest in nothing but my shirt and that slick ruined thong is top-tier torture for my cock,” River says breathlessly, as Wes and Harrison join us with their arms full of more blankets and hoodies.
I jump up and snatch the biggest blanket away from Wes so I can add it to my collection. I do this two more times before taking the hoodies from Harrison. I’m getting restless as I place the last hoodie. Their scents are so strong it's almost overwhelming.
“Every time your sexy ass peeks out from under the shirt, I think I lose a brain cell,” Harrison groans. I giggle, glancing over at him. Then I lean back, resting against the edge of the nest, and watch the alphas.
They’re all so handsome. Strong and dominant.
What if I’m not good enough?
I shake the negative thoughts away. They said they want me, and I want to believe them.
I want them. Trust isn’t easy for me, but I think it’s getting easier with these men.