11. Shiloh
Chapter 11
Shiloh
My skin feels like it’s on fire as my eyes crack open and blink at the sleeping Alpha next to me. The one who saved me and protected me on the plane.
He sleeps fitfully, and I don’t like it.
Is he unsure? Is he worried?
I stroke his face, liking how much cooler his skin feels. I press my face against his chest. He automatically cradles the back of my head and I melt against his touch.
He smells like me, just as he should. A perfect mix of lemon and honeysuckle.
Though I need more, so much more.
Sharp cramps are reverberating down my abdomen, and I just want the ache to go away. I’m tired, a complete mess, but none of that matters right now. All that matters is that this feeling goes away.
“Shy?” he says in a groggy voice, pulling back to look at my face.
His eyes are hazy with sleep as his hands roam my body, feeling just how feverish my skin is.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
I slide my hand between us, gripping his half-hard length, and he grunts in understanding. He grabs my face, planting a long kiss against my lips, before turning me on my side, my back flush with his chest.
He lifts my thigh, easily sliding his now-hard cock inside of me. I’m nearly dripping with need as he lazily thrusts into me.
When I open my eyes, his brother is staring at me. I meet his gaze head on.
He doesn’t say anything as his hands explore my naked front. No care in the world that I’m being fucked from behind. His sole focus is on me, and I crave it.
This is how it should be. Their full, undivided attention should always be on me, and I’ll reward them for that. I’ll always be good for them.
One of his hands slides between us, playing with my clit, no awkwardness as the other Alpha’s knot presses against my entrance. He leans forward, sucking a breast in his mouth while his brother nuzzles me from behind.
His thrusts are languid, but the slow, intimate nature of the sex is like a balm to my soul. The cramps wither away as they take care of this ache I have no control of. I’m not sure whose hands are where, and I don’t really care.
All that I care about is that they’re touching me, that they want me.
The Alpha in front of me sucks hard on my nipple and I can’t help but to press my ass harder against the one fucking me.
I feel lost in my pleasure, completely disassociated from all my worries and stresses in my daily life. Right now, all I can feel is their bodies pressed against mine and this building pleasure pulling at my navel.
“Always so good at taking what I give you,” the Alpha behind me purrs with a vibration in his chest.
I lean against the feel of it and settle even further.
Lips are on mine, hands are everywhere as a feeling of fullness consumes me completely.
I’m panting into the Alpha’s mouth as the other one knots me, but he doesn’t care. He swallows down every sound like he owns it. Their touch feels like a brand.
I almost wonder if I’m dreaming all of it up.
Just as quickly as the pain stirred me from sleep, pure exhaustion tugs me back under and I hate it.
I want to remember this.
I have to.
“I know it sucks, princess, but if we don’t get your fever down soon, they’re going to need to medicate you,” the voice says behind me as we sink into the cold water.
A hiss falls out of his mouth as he holds me tight.
“Just a couple minutes and then we’ll warm up in the shower. Your fever’s been too high all night. The doctor suggested your recent heats must not have been fulfilling,” he says, his teeth nearly chattering.
The reminder of my past heats hurt my chest. This one has been so different and I don’t want it to be ruined because of my body working against me. These Alphas have been so good to me, they haven’t left me alone once and I feel such a possessive tenderness to them.
They feel like mine, I feel soothed in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I never want this to end.
The cold water feels nice, though I’d much prefer a warm bath where I’m getting fucked so hard all the water sloshes out.
He must realize this as his hold tightens around me.
“Not withholding myself from you, we just need to get this fever down.”
His worry is palpable, and it’s nice to feel worried about. Loneliness has been my main companion and what I’ve felt during my heats, but here? It’s odd and unsettling in some ways to not be in a true nest that’s mine, but I haven’t felt lonely for a single second.
“Drink half of this and I’ll take you into the shower and fuck you against the wall,” he says, holding out a blue bottle.
I do as he asks, enjoying the sweet chill of the drink down my throat. I also won’t deny that I think the cool bath has helped my feverish skin, either. This Alpha might just know what he’s doing.
“Drink all of it and I’ll do whatever you want.”
I spin in his arms. His lips look a little blue, but he’s holding it together. I chug the rest of the drink. He takes the empty bottle and tosses it in the corner, without a single care.
“Thank fuck. This bath is freezing,” he complains, hitting the drain and getting out of the tub to turn on the shower.
He stands under the spray, the water cascades down his large body. He’s rather beautiful, everything an Alpha should be. He’s the largest out of the three in both height and build. It’s clear he works out from the size of his thighs and corded muscles in his legs. But his body isn’t ripped. He’s just large in such an attractive way I’m not sure how to cope.
He’s perfect, and he chose me.
There’s been no Omega before me, and there won’t be one after. Not as I look at the claiming bruise on the side of his neck. I’m not sure that I’ve ever thought of Alphas in a sense of owning them. But something about these Alphas has brought out a possessive side of me I wasn’t sure that I had.
“Alright, princess, let’s get you the fuck out of there,” he says, acting like he didn’t look like some sort of sea king standing under the water spray.
He helps me out of the tub, an arm around my waist as he leads me to the shower. The water isn’t hot, but a comfortable warm temperature.
“Your skin already feels better, that’s good,” he says, still holding me upright.
In all honesty, my body feels like jello.
How much longer is this going to go on?
He presses me against the wall, and I gasp at the cool feel of the tile.
“You with me, Shiloh?” he asks, grabbing my face. His pretty blue eyes searching mine, like he really gives a shit if I’m okay or not.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, letting me relax in his hold as I wrap my legs around his waist.
My grip around his neck is brutal, but he likes it as he slides his cock along my entrance, before pushing himself deep inside of me.
His thrusts are sharp and fast, like he knows it’s what I need.
“Got me fucking addicted to knotting this pussy,” he says as he places wet kisses along my neck.
I want to tell him to bite me when he knots me, but he won’t and it makes me sad.
All I want is to be bonded, to be loved unconditionally.
The thought is brutal and overwhelming and I can’t control the tears that fall from my face.
I expect the Alpha to keep going, to not notice and take what he wants. But he doesn’t. He stops suddenly, his cock still deep inside of me while he shifts me so that he’s holding me with one arm, and the other is cradling my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and I just shake my head.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, that’s the problem. I just want a bond, a pack, men who love me. It feels like I’m getting a taste of that sweet promise and it’s all going to be ripped away from me.
It’s clear I won’t be able to communicate that, so instead I just grab his face and kiss him in an effort to make all these depressing feelings subside.
He continues thrusting until his knot is deep inside of me. We’re sharing kisses and moans as he fills me up, the back of my head hitting the tile.
The release and stretch help take away some of the fog and pain, but I’m still haunted by this feeling of not being good enough.
“I can’t wait till we can talk and really get to know each other,” he says, the bridge of his nose running along the side of my face. “Doctor said it should only be another day or two for your heat.”
How does that feel like a relief and horrible news at the same time? What if they think they’re interested because of all the pheromones and ridiculous amount of knotting?
What if they realize I’m not worth the trouble?
He pulls back to search my face, and leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.
“Now that your fever is down and you’ve had something to drink, let’s see if you’ll eat something and get some sleep.”
He’s so strong as he holds me in his large hands, carrying me out of the shower and back into the nest.
But as he goes to step out of the shower, he slips and we both go tumbling down.
The pain that ripples through my ankle is horrendous as I let out a scream.