Chapter 76
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
I expected relief.
The satisfaction of never having to take my clothes off on stage ever again. Or, at least, a nice buzz from the orgasms I lost track of.
Instead, the urgency surging in my blood only climbs higher.
I want—I want—
That’s the problem. I don’t know what I want. And at the same time, I know exactly what I want. Only, it’s impossible.
They can’t all be touching me equally. At the same time. They’re huge males—and I might not be petite, but I simply don’t have enough surface area for all three of them.
I could plaster one to my front and one to my back, like I am with Rask and Cylus. But then Zolkan—
The whine that cracks out of me isn’t human. It reminds me of the sound I made the first night Rask snuck into my room, when I thought he might leave me alone.
That word—leave—triggers a haze of pure hysteria. Fear and need swallow my logic whole. I whimper and writhe, desperate to hold onto each of them.
Rask crowds closer to my back, just as Cylus catches my flailing hands, tenderly squeezing them. Zolkan grasps my jaw, his hold firm and gentle at once. Turning me to face his solid Prime Alpha certainty.
“You are ours,” he ruffs. “We have you, omega.”
I’m not sure how to explain it isn’t enough. Their hands, their scents, and seed…
I need something else.
Cylus husks a frustrated sound. “We have to get her out of here. But I swear to Stelaris, if anyone sees her like this…”
Zolkan and Rask must agree. They both produce similarly dangerous rumbles. Their essences darken, shifting from arousal and into aggression.
It makes me want to cry. Tingles pinch the bridge of my nose, and I whimper. My three mates freeze.
“Here,” Rask finally murmurs, sighing. Visibly forcing himself to release some of his tension. “Come to me, little one.”
I can’t think long enough to pause. Instead, I launch myself at his chest, whining again as his arms close around my body. His wings follow, wrapping me tightly.
I remember what he told me about Roktusians with wings—how they have the natural urge to shield their partner’s bodies when they feel particularly possessive of them.
I feel that ownership now—how he carefully drapes the thin, scarred blades over every inch of my exposed skin before slowly lumbering to his feet.
His scaled skin feels cool, for once. Even though I can see the flush on his face and across his chest.
My foggy brain churns, understanding sinking through my anxiety.
I think… I’m in heat.
My Omega doesn’t have it in her to make a snarky comment about how stupidly obvious my realization is. She’s too busy squirming, trying to get me to whine again. Needing her alphas to know she’s about to—
Fuck.
Slick suddenly pours from my core, a painful cramp twisting my insides. I gasp and quiver. The need for all three of them—all at once, in every way—deepens into true, slicing desperation.
Zolkan doesn’t address the crowd, Norabi, or even Mortana. He charges past all of them, stalking with the sort of intent that sends people scattering. Rask follows him, Cylus trailing behind, holding eye contact with me over Rask’s scaled shoulder.
“I’m here,” he says, over and over. “I’m here, my heart. We have you.”
Rask’s dark, delicious purr revs against my breasts. He rubs his cheeks over my temples every dozen steps, marking me with his scent. Murmuring in his thick, raspy voice.
The words float through my increasingly foggy mind. Prettiest mate. Glorious treasure. Mine. Ours. Bond.
Bonds.
Oh my God.
I shriek, digging my nails into his textured blush skin. He grunts, his musk taking on a distinct note of fresh arousal.
Zolkan barks out orders, dismissing anyone in our path. Cylus finds my bleary gaze, raising his inky brows. “Is that what you want, human? Our bonds?”
It’s exactly what I want. To have all of them inside me at the same time. To feel them simultaneously. Equally. As one. But also in their own unique ways, as the individual males I love.
I’m not sure how three separate bonds will accomplish that, but my Omega is. She’s never been so sure about anything—except, perhaps, who belongs to her.
Cylus watches my face, a soft smile touching his. “Very well,” he rasps. “Let’s get you to your nest, omega.”