83. Chapter Eighty-Three
Chapter Eighty-Three
I wake to fingers tracing patterns on my skin, a gentle touch that draws me slowly back to consciousness. The room is dim, filled with the soft glow of morning light filtering through heavy curtains. I try to move but I still feel like I am on fire, my body an inferno that made me whimper out loud.
"You're okay….I got you," Elias murmurs, his voice warm against my ear. I turn my head to find him propped on one elbow beside me, his hazel eyes soft with affection. His fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing from my shoulder down my arm.
I shift slightly, becoming aware of another presence at my back—Finn, his steady breathing telling me he's still asleep, his arm draped protectively over my waist.
“Elias…omega.” I mutter out loud, my inner omega at the forefront of my mind. Something that I wasn’t used too since I had been on suppressants. I give another keening whine as I could feel the slick start to form between my legs, making me press my legs together trying to get some kind of release.
Elias's eyes darken at my words, his gentle touch becoming more deliberate as he trails his fingers down my arm to my hip. "I'm here," he murmurs, voice deeper than before. "I've got you."
I whimper as another wave of heat washes through me, my skin burning beneath his touch. The mark on my neck—Lucian's mark—throbs with a pleasant ache, a constant reminder of what happened before I fell asleep. My hand reaches up to touch it, fingers tracing the indentations where his teeth broke skin, claiming me.
"The mark," I whisper, my other hand moving to my neck where Lucian's claim still throbs pleasantly. "Did it... take?"
Elias smiles, something knowing and satisfied in his expression. "Oh yes," he confirms, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the mark. The contact sends electricity through my veins, making me gasp. “You are officially ours. ”
Another whine left me hearing those possessive words, “Good.” I didn’t need to say anything else as Elias smile grows as he looks at me.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his thumb stroking over my lower lip. His eyes are concerned, but there's heat there too, a banked fire that makes my breath catch.
"Hot," I manage, my voice hoarse. "Need you."
A small smile curves his lips. "I know, pretty girl." His hand slides down my neck, pausing at the mark Lucian left. When his fingers brush over it, a jolt of pleasure-pain runs through me, making me gasp. "Does it hurt?"
I shake my head, unable to find words for the sensation. It doesn't hurt—not exactly. It's more like a pleasurable ache, a constant reminder of belonging that sends warmth flooding through me every time it's touched.
"No," I finally manage. "It feels... good."
Elias smiles, something knowing and satisfied in his expression. His fingers trace the mark again, deliberately this time, watching as I arch into his touch with a soft gasp.
"You're still in heat," he observes, his voice dropping lower. "It'll last a few days. Usually stronger after the first marking."
Another wave of heat rolls through me, more intense than the last, making me whimper. Slick pools between my thighs, and I know Elias can smell it—his nostrils flare, his pupils dilating as his hand tightens slightly on my hip.
"Elias," I gasp, reaching for him. "Please—"
"Shhh. I got you," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against the mark. The contact sends electricity through my veins, making me arch and gasp. Finn stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my waist as he nuzzles into my hair.
"Someone's awake," he rumbles, his voice sleep-rough and warm against my ear.
"She needs us," Elias tells him, his fingers still tracing patterns on my overheated skin. "The heat's building again."
As if in response to his words, another wave crashes through me, more intense than before. I whimper before it is replaced with a distressed whine, tears welling up in my eyes.
Finn's arm tightens around my waist, his touch both comforting and electrifying against my feverish skin. "We're here," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my shoulder. "We've got you, Lydia."
I turn my head, seeking his face in the dim light. His eyes are dark with desire, but there's tenderness there too—a steadiness that grounds me even as another wave of heat threatens to sweep me away.
"It burns," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Worse than before."
"That's normal," Elias assures me, brushing damp hair from my forehead. "The first marking intensifies everything. Your body is adjusting to the bond." As if to emphasize his point, the mark on my neck pulses with warmth, sending tendrils of sensation throughout my body.
"Please," I manage, turning my face to Elias, seeking his mouth with mine.
He meets me halfway, his kiss gentle at first, then deepening as my need becomes more apparent. His tongue traces my lower lip before slipping inside, exploring with a thoroughness that makes me moan into his mouth. Behind me, Finn's hands begin a slow exploration, trailing from my waist down to my hip, then lower still.
"So wet already," he groaned, his voice taking on a husky tone. Finn's fingers found their way between my thighs, sliding easily through the slick that had gathered there. I gasped into Elias's mouth as Finn's touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me.
"Omega," Finn murmured, his voice a deep rumble against my back. "So responsive."
Elias continued to kiss me, swallowing my moans as Finn's fingers explored, teasing and circling but never quite giving me what I needed. The heat built higher, a desperate pressure that had me whimpering against Elias's mouth.
"Please," I begged when he finally broke the kiss, allowing me to gasp for air. "I need—"
"We know what you need," Elias assured me, his hazel eyes dark with desire. "We're going to take care of you, pretty girl. Just like we promised."
I could barely think through the haze of heat and need. My body felt hollow, aching to be filled, to be claimed again. The mark on my neck throbbed, a constant reminder of what had been and what was yet to come.
"Yes," I gasped, arching as Finn's fingers circled my entrance. "Please, Elias. Finn. I need—"
"We know what you need," Elias assured me, his voice dropping to that soothing cadence that always seemed to calm the wildest parts of me.
"Oh, is she up already.” I tensed at the sound of Lucian's voice, my eyes flying to the doorway where he stood with Soren, both carrying trays. Despite the hunger and thirst that must have been building in my body, all I could focus on was the sight of them—Lucian's powerful frame, Soren's lithe grace, and the possessive heat in both their gazes as they took in the scene before them.
"Perfect timing," Finn murmured against my shoulder, his fingers stilling but not withdrawing from where they'd been exploring. "She's burning up again."
Lucian's eyes darkened as he approached, setting the tray of food on a nearby table. "I can see that," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
Lucian set the tray of food on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him sent another wave of need coursing through me, my body responding to his presence with a fresh rush of slick that had Finn groaning behind me.
"How are you feeling?" Lucian asked, his voice gentle despite the hunger in his eyes. His gaze dropped to the mark on my neck, satisfaction evident in his expression.
"Hot," I managed, my voice breaking as Finn's fingers continued their teasing exploration. "Need you. All of you."
Soren grinned, setting down the drinks before approaching the nest. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teased, though his eyes were dark with desire.
"Need my Omega," I gasped, reaching for Elias with trembling hands. The words felt right, natural, as if they'd always been waiting to be spoken. Elias's eyes darkened at my declaration, his controlled demeanor slipping for a moment to reveal the raw hunger beneath. He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss that was both tender and claiming.
"Your Omega," he confirmed, his voice rough with emotion. "Always have been."
Soren slid onto the bed beside us, his usual playfulness subdued by something deeper, more intense. "And what about me?" he asked, his voice light despite the heat in his eyes. "Do you need your Alpha too?"
I reached for him with my free hand, drawing him closer. "Yes," I breathed, the truth of it resonating through my entire being. "Need all my Alphas and Omega.”
Soren's smile was almost predatory as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly turned hungry. His hand came up to cradle my face, holding me steady as his tongue explored my mouth with deliberate thoroughness.
Behind me, Finn's fingers resumed their teasing circles, drawing gasps from me that Soren swallowed with his kiss. Elias continued to hold my other hand, his thumb tracing patterns on my palm that somehow managed to both soothe and inflame.
When Soren finally broke the kiss, I was panting, my body burning hotter than ever. "Alpha," I whispered, the word feeling right on my tongue. "Please."
"So polite," Soren murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Even when you're desperate." His hand traced down my neck, pausing at Lucian's mark before he gently pressed down on hit making a loud moan leave me as my back arched off the bed.
Lucian watched from the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he observed the scene unfolding, “Such a good Omega telling us what you need.”
"Need you," I gasped, my body trembling with the force of my desire. "All of you."
Elias brushed his lips against my temple, his voice a soothing murmur. "We're here, Lydia. We're not going anywhere."
Finn's fingers continued their exploration, circling my entrance but never quite giving me what I needed. The teasing touch had me whimpering, my hips bucking unconsciously, seeking more.
"So responsive," Soren observed, his hand trailing down my neck to my breast. When his fingers found my nipple, rolling and pinching gently, I gasped, arching into his touch.
"Please," I begged, beyond pride or hesitation. The heat had burned away any shyness, leaving only raw need in its wake. "I need—I need—"
"We know what you need," Lucian said, his voice deep and reassuring as he joined us on the bed. "And we're going to give it to you."
His presence filled the space around us, commanding and reassuring all at once. I felt myself respond to him immediately, my body recognizing it’s Alpha even through the haze of heat. The mark on my neck pulsed warmly, a reminder of our bond.
"Alpha," I whispered, reaching for him with trembling fingers. "Please..."
Lucian caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that sent sparks racing up my arm. "Patience, little one," he murmured, though his eyes betrayed his own hunger. "First, we need to make sure you're taken care of properly."
He nodded to Elias, some unspoken communication passing between them. Elias shifted closer, his movements fluid as he positioned himself in front of me. His eyes sought mine, hazel depths darkened with desire but still holding that gentleness that was uniquely his.
"Lydia," he murmured, my name a caress on his lips. "I want to mark you now. Will you let me?"
The question sent another wave of heat crashing through me, more intense than before. The thought of wearing Elias's mark alongside Lucian's made something deep inside me tremble with anticipation.
"Yes," I breathed, the word barely audible but filled with certainty. "Please, Omega. Mark me."
Elias's eyes flashed at my words, his controlled demeanor slipping to reveal the raw hunger beneath. Behind me, Finn's fingers stilled as he shifted, giving Elias better access.
Soren moved as well, his hand sliding from my breast to my hair, gently turning my head to expose the unmarked side of my neck. Lucian watched from beside us, his eyes dark with approval.
"This will hurt a little," Elias warned, his voice rough with desire. "But I promise it will feel good after."
I nodded, beyond words as another wave of heat washed through me. Elias leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin as his lips traced the spot where his mark would join Lucian's. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body trembling with need.
"Omega," I whispered, the word a plea and a promise all at once.
Elias's teeth grazed my skin, a teasing touch that had me gasping. Then he bit down, breaking skin with deliberate precision. The pain of Elias's bite transformed almost instantly into pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. I arched against him, a keening cry escaping my throat as the sensation radiated outward from the mark, setting every nerve ending alight. It was different from Lucian's claiming—where his had been powerful and overwhelming, Elias's mark sent waves of warmth cascading through me, a gentler but no less profound connection forming between us.
"Omega," I gasped, my body convulsing with the force of it. Behind me, Finn held me steady, his strong arms keeping me grounded as the sensation threatened to sweep me away entirely. Soren's fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head in place as Elias's teeth remained embedded in my flesh, sealing our bond with each passing heartbeat.
When Elias finally released my neck, his tongue gently lapping the blood off my neck, "That's it," he murmured against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. "You're doing so well, Lydia."
I could barely focus, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Lucian's and Elias's marks pulsing in tandem, sending waves of heat and need through my body. I could feel my slick running down my leg as I moaned loudly as the haze of my heat got stronger.
Elias pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine, dark with satisfaction and hunger. "Mine," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the fresh mark he'd just made. "Ours."
The possessive declaration sent another wave of heat crashing through me. I reached for him, desperate for contact, for anything to ease the burning need inside me.
"Elias," I gasped, reaching for him with desperate hands. "Need you—need—"
"I know," he soothed, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it, strained with his own desire. "I've got you, pretty girl."
He shifted, repositioning himself between my legs as Finn and Soren gently moved me to accommodate him.
"She's so ready for you," Finn murmured, his hands steady on my hips as he helped position me. "Look how wet she is…”
Elias's eyes darkened at Finn's words, his gaze dropping to where I lay exposed and desperate before him. The heat was unbearable now, a raging inferno that consumed every rational thought. I could feel slick pooling beneath me, my body preparing itself for what was to come.
"Please," I begged, beyond pride or coherence. "Elias... Omega... need you inside me."
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice reverent despite the hunger in his gaze. I whimpered, beyond words as he positioned himself between my spread legs. The fresh mark on my neck throbbed in time with Lucian's, both sending waves of heat and need coursing through me with each heartbeat.
"Lydia," Elias said, his voice drawing my attention back to his face. His eyes were intense, focused entirely on me despite the others surrounding us. "I want you to look at me. Stay with me."
I nodded weakly, struggling to focus through the haze of heat. When I felt the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, I gasped, my body instinctively arching off the bed.
"Elias," I gasped, my voice breaking as another wave of heat crashed through me. "Please..."
His eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed forward, entering me with exquisite care. The stretch was different from Lucian's—where he had been overwhelming power, Elias moved with deliberate precision, each inch of his progress calculated to maximize my pleasure.
"That's it," Elias murmured, his voice strained as he sank deeper. "Take me, Lydia. All of me." I moaned as he filled me completely, my inner walls clutching around him as if trying to draw him deeper still.
"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling around him. "Omega, please move..."
Elias's control was visible in every line of his body as he held himself still, giving me time to adjust. His eyes were dark with hunger, but there was tenderness there too—a gentleness that was uniquely his even in the midst of such primal need.
"So perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "So beautiful like this."
Around us, the others watched with hungry eyes. Finn's hand stroked soothingly along my side while Soren's fingers tangled in my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Lucian observed from beside us, his gaze possessive and approving.
When Elias finally began to move, it was with deliberate slowness—drawing back until just the tip remained inside me before pushing forward with careful precision.
"Omega," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he established a steady rhythm. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, hitting places inside me that had me seeing stars. Where Lucian had been overwhelming power, Elias moved with exquisite control, each movement calculated to bring maximum pleasure.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his pace. "You're taking me so well, Lydia."
The others surrounded us, their presence intensifying every sensation. Finn's steady hands on my hips, Soren's fingers tangled in my hair, Lucian's approving gaze—all of it combined with Elias's careful thrusts to drive me higher, closer to the edge.
"Please," I begged, my body burning hotter with each passing moment. "Faster, Elias, please..."
A small smile curved his lips, a hint of the playfulness I'd come to associate with him breaking through his intense focus. "Impatient, are we?" he murmured, though his own voice was strained with need.
"Yes," I gasped, arching into his next thrust. "Need you, Omega. Need more."
Something flashed in his eyes at my words—a primal satisfaction that made my breath catch. His pace increased slightly, each thrust deeper and more deliberate than the last. The controlled power behind his movements was driving me wild, building a pressure inside me that threatened to consume everything.
"Look at her," Soren murmured from beside us, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "Taking you so well, Elias."
"Our perfect Omegas," Finn agreed, his steady hands on my hips helping to ground me as Elias's thrusts intensified, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
His hazel eyes never left mine, watching every reaction, adjusting his angle to hit the spots that made me gasp and arch against him.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "Let me hear you, Lydia."
I couldn't have held back if I tried. Each thrust drew sounds from me that I barely recognized as my own—desperate, needy moans that seemed to please all four men surrounding me. Their approving murmurs blended together, creating a symphony of desire that pushed me higher.
The dual marks on my neck pulsed in tandem, sending waves of sensation through my entire body with each beat of my heart. Elias's careful control was beginning to slip, his thrusts becoming less measured, more urgent as his own need grew.
"Elias," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he drove deeper. "I'm close—I need—"
"I know," he murmured, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. "I can feel you tightening around me." His hand slipped between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center with unerring precision. The first touch of his fingers had me crying out, my back arching off the bed.
"That's it," he encouraged, circling with deliberate pressure as his thrusts maintained their perfect rhythm. "Let go for me, Lydia. Let go for your Omega.”
"Yes," I cried out as the pressure finally broke, pleasure crashing through me in waves that had me convulsing around him.
"Elias," I cried out as the pressure finally broke, pleasure crashing through me in waves that had me convulsing around him. His name became a chant, a prayer, as my body clenched around his in rhythmic pulses.
His control finally shattered at the feeling of my release. His thrusts became more urgent, less measured, as he chased his own completion. "Lydia," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "My Omega."
I moved forward letting my teeth lock into his neck as I felt the warm rush of his release inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he buried himself as deep as possible. Unlike Lucian, there was no knot to lock us together, but the connection felt no less profound, no less binding. With a deep moan I took my mouth away from his neck, making sure to lick any blood left behind.
The world slowly comes back into focus as I float in the aftermath, trembling with aftershocks that ripple through my entire body. Elias remains inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as we both gasp for breath. I can feel the dual marks on my neck pulsing in tandem, two distinct rhythms that somehow harmonize perfectly—Lucian's powerful claim and Elias's gentler but no less profound connection.
When our breathing finally steadied, Elias brushed a gentle kiss against my forehead. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Perfect."
I felt oddly shy suddenly, despite everything we'd just shared. The heat had receded momentarily, giving me a brief window of clarity. I reached up, touching the spot where I'd marked him in return, feeling the indentations my teeth had left.
"I didn't ask," I whispered, suddenly worried. "I should have asked before I—"
Elias silenced me with a gentle kiss. "It's exactly what I wanted," he assured me, his eyes warm with affection. "The perfect gift."
Finn's hand stroked soothingly along my side. "You need to rest," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "And eat something. The heat will return soon."
“Then it will be Finn’s and my turn” Soren purred, as he looked me over. The promise in Soren's voice sent a shiver through me despite my temporary satiation. His eyes glinted with mischief and heat as he leaned closer, tracing a finger along the curve of my jaw.
"Can't wait to make my own mark," he murmured, gaze dropping to the unmarked side of my neck. "Right here." His finger traced a spot that made me shiver, my body already responding to his touch despite my exhaustion.
Elias carefully withdrew from me, both of us gasping at the sensation.
"Yes," I gasped, the thought sending a fresh wave of heat through me despite my exhaustion. "Finn and Soren."
Elias smiled, pressing one more kiss to my forehead before carefully withdrawing from me. I whimpered at the loss, my body already missing his presence despite the brief respite from the burning need. He pressed a final kiss to my forehead before moving aside, allowing Finn to help me into a sitting position.
"First," Lucian said, his voice gentle but firm as he moved to the tray of food he'd brought earlier, "you need to eat and drink. Heat takes a toll on your body."
The mention of food suddenly awakened a hunger I hadn't realized was there. My stomach growled audibly, drawing amused smiles from all four men.
"See?" Finn said, carefully helping me sit up against the pillows. "Your body knows what it needs."
Lucian brought the tray over, setting it carefully across my lap. The assortment of fruits, cheese, bread, and water looked more appetizing than any feast I'd ever seen. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for a piece of cheese, suddenly ravenous.
"Slowly," Elias cautioned, his hand gentle on my arm. "You don't want to make yourself sick."
I nodded, forcing myself to take small bites despite my hunger. The water was especially welcome, cool and refreshing against my parched throat. As I ate, the four men arranged themselves around me—Elias and Finn on either side, Soren at the foot of the bed, and Lucian standing nearby, his eyes never leaving me.
I couldn’t help the warm feeling of being taken care of fill me. I was happy with my choice, these men meant the world to me and I was glad I made the impulsive choice to go to the farmers market that one day.
One choice really can change your life.