Chapter 33
Juniper
I wake up overheated but safe, bundled in the arms of the twins as they sleep soundly. Creek, Geo, and Evron are still sleeping, the latter hugging my leg with his cheek pressed against the bond mark on my thigh, while the former cups my neck loosely.
“Go back to sleep,” Leylan whispers in my ear from behind me, nuzzling the back of my neck. “The sun has barely risen and you haven’t had anywhere near enough rest after the hell you’ve been through.”
“Agreed. Close those pretty eyes and sleep,” Lowie agrees, voice tinged with sleep, slightly slurred, and enough to make me smile softly.
I expected to wake up this morning feeling completely out of sorts after Peter and Josh tried to murder me. I anticipated crying, struggling to deal with the turn of events that landed me in the hospital with a broken arm, cuts and bruises, and a headache the size of all of North U.
As it was, I find myself relieved. I find myself protected, safe, and surrounded by the men I love. Of course, I don’t doubt I won’t escape completely unscathed, the nightmare that woke me still lingering in my mind, but for the first time in years, I’m not going to deal with it alone. I have my pack now, I have my family, and there’s no doubt that all five of my guys will make sure I don’t suffer any long term effects that could fuck my head up.
“I need to pee,” I whisper back, my bladder choosing that moment to wake up and scream at me.
I’m watching Lowie’s face when he opens his eyes, powder-blue eyes doing a quick once over before he quietly demands, “You can go pee, but then I was that pretty ass of yours right back here between us so you can sleep some more. Yesterday was fucked, for everyone but moreso you. You need to rest.”
Heart warming at his protectiveness, I promise, “I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.”
He eyes me for a long moment before he finally sighs and releases me, my palm damp with sweat from where my usually grumpy twin had held my hand through the night. Actually, I don’t think he’s let it go since we got into the ambulance yesterday. Not that I’m complaining, because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t still be sane and coping the way I am had I not had the anchor of his touch keeping me grounded.
It takes some finagling, some expert maneuvering, and an apology to Leylan when I accidentally kick his shin, but I manage to escape the sweet confines of my nest, already missing it and the guys the moment I’m walking through the hallway and toward the bathroom. I’m still warm, so much so that I feel a bead of sweat slide down my back, my head a little foggy from the early wake-up and lack of sleep.
As soon as I shut the door to the bathroom, I go about my business quickly, sighing when my bladder stops raging at me. When I clean my hands, I sigh a different sigh, my eyes catching my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I wince at the gnarly bruises that cover my jaw and cheek, the cuts and scrapes that cover enough of my skin that I remember being a human boxing bag. I can see crusted bits of blood that I must have missed during my shower in the hospital, and a sudden urge to be clean washes over me .
Deciding the guys can wait a little longer for my return, my sweaty body demanding that I have a proper shower, I lean in and turn the nozzle on the shower and strip out of my borrowed clothes. I find a bin liner beneath the sink and wrap the cast that now adorns my arm before stepping into the shower, frowning when I grow irritated at the heat that only adds to the feverish warmth still plaguing my body.
Turning the dial to a cooler temperature, I stand beneath the spray, still groggy and sleep addled, growing increasingly irritable with every little thing. The shower isn't hot enough at one moment, but then not cold enough. I’m wet and suddenly too tired to shower, but I feel gross and still have dried blood staining my skin. I want to be independent and wash myself, but my cast is acting like a weapons-grade fuck-nugget and I’m struggling to lift the hefty weight of it without my shoulder growing tired. My head is foggy, but also alert, enough to realize that there might actually be something wrong with me. Maybe these are the effects of surviving a traumatic event in one’s life? Maybe these are delayed responses that will grow the longer I spend thinking about Peter and Josh and what they did?
But when I do think about it, all I feel is a hollow emptiness, nothing but a void where fear and paranoia once lived. They can’t hurt me anymore. They’re in prison and, from what the officer told me last night, they will be for a long, long time. There isn’t quite relief there, but a calm acceptance. They’ll rot in jail while I continue to live my life with my pack.
So, why am I still getting annoyed enough that I find myself glaring at my reflection in the glass door of the shower? And why is my body getting fucking hotter? What in the fresh hell is this shit? All I wanted was to pee and go back to sleep with my pack surrounding me, but now here I am with suds in my hair, full-body aches, and a prayer that my arm will heal quickly so I don’t have to suffer this irritating form of bathing ever again.
Huffing, I try to go about washing my hair and body, seriously struggling with only one arm, and I grow that little bit more annoyed and frustrated, moreso as my body refuses to cool down even a smidge. Instead, I find myself getting warmer and warmer until I’m hot to the touch, and the steamy box of the shower fills with my scent—
“Oh, shit,” I blurt the moment my scent finally registers in my heat-addled brain.
Because there’s no doubt that’s what’s happening right now, that particular thought punctuated by a sucker punch to my stomach when a hard cramp of arousal has me doubling over, my good hand darting out just in time to save my face from plating itself into the glass.
“Angel? What are you doing in there, pissing an entire river?” Lowie calls from behind the door, and I whimper when just the sound of his voice turns me all the way on.
Whimpering, I clutch at my stomach, all too aware of the pools of slick forming between my legs, far more than I’ve produced during my heat spikes. My skin feels too tight and restricting, and yet not tight enough. It’s maddening, and through the foggy thoughts bogging my mind down, I realize I should probably get out of the shower and return to my guys.
Only, my body doesn’t cooperate, another cramp sending me to the floor of the shower, my pussy throbbing with a fierce need that floods me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Juno, you okay in there?” Lowie calls, a hint of concern finding its way into his voice.
“Uh, no? Yes?” I call back through my needy little pants, fighting the urge to plunge my own fingers into my cunt to relieve myself of the ache that pulses between my legs.
My arousal is so thick that my perfume fills the shower, sickly-sweet and spilling over the edge until the bathroom is bathed in it. There’s literally no escaping it, and I’m sure it won’t take long before Lowie smells it.
“You don’t know if you’re okay?” Lowie asks, concern doubling. “Fuck it. I’m coming in, Angel. ”
Guess he’s going to discover the situation I’m in sooner than I anticipated. Not that I actually give a shit, because when another wave of arousal sucker punches my stomach and drags a long, thready whine from my throat, the least of my worries is Lowie stumbling into the bathroom and finding me incapacitated.
Of all the rotten fucking timing, why would my heat hit me now? I mean, sure, Aero said something about being on edge will screw with my hormones, but that surely I’m not relaxed enough to go through my first frigging heat already. Although, thinking that makes me pause, because I do feel strangely relaxed. Knowing what I know now about the Burtons sets me at ease, the information provided by the officer last night shocking but so painfully welcome. Knowing Mr. Burton is rotting in prison for killing his wife shortly after I left—Mrs. Burton becoming the replacement for my abuse—soothes the trauma they inflicted on my life at the young age of sixteen. Knowing the Burton brothers will join their father for a very, very long time after the police discovered they’d murdered not one, not two, but three other omegas who refused to accept their bonds, eerily relaxes me. Knowing they can’t hurt me or anyone else sets me completely at ease, even after the events of yesterday.
So, I guess it does make sense why I’m being rendered breathless and needy when my heat hits me at full force. I find myself deliriously giggling when I remember Creek calling Gabby to inform her that I won’t be in all week as I recover, and Leylan calling the school to inform them of our absence. I suppose my heat couldn’t have it at a better time, if I think of it like that.
I know the moment Lowie enters the bathroom, based on the swift inhale and deep, guttural groan that echoes through the room. “Fuck, Angel.”
I giggle again, fully entrapped by the loopy fog that clouds my mind, only growing thicker and thicker as my heat gradually sets in. That giggle promptly turns into another whine, a throaty mewl escaping me as another wave of arousal floods my system, my pussy pulsing around nothing while a desperation for my guys pierces my skin.
The shower door opens and Lowie peers down at me with a look of pure hunger, something that does nothing to help my current predicament. In fact, it does the exact opposite, the sight of his gorgeous face and ridiculous body paired with his scent of sandalwood and coconut setting me off like a fresh lit firework.
My perfume grows heavier, sweetening so much that I could easily catch a cavity from it, and I can do nothing but helplessly watch as Lowie’s usually sky-blue eyes darken with his own arousal.
“You in heat, Angel?” he rumbles, voice thick with a matching need that coils through my stomach. I nod rapidly, moaning in tandem with his sexy little groan, and I’m heaved up into his arms before I can make the request.
As soon as my naked body is pressed against his bare chest, I lose my fucking mind. My body starts grinding against the sexy row of abs I want to lick, smearing slick arousal all over his firm, heated flesh. My good hand sinks into his hair, gripping tight but not enough to cause pain, while my legs squeeze his waist as he heaves me higher in his arms.
“We need the nest, because you smell and look too fucking good, and I need you too much to go without you any longer,” Lowie rasps, right before he starts purring, a shaky sound at first until it grows in volume and power.
“Fuck, Lowie, please,” I beg, rubbing my clit against him and moaning loudly, the desperation I felt before nothing compared to how I feel now. My voice is high and laced with desire when I say, “I can’t wait. I need you. Please. I need you so bad.”
“Ah, fuck me,” Lowie snarls, this hot sound that almost brings me to orgasm on its own. Matched with the way he practically slams my back into the wall beside the door before wrangling his sleep shorts and boxer briefs from his body, notches his rigid cock at my entrance, and growls deep in his chest as he enters me with a swift thrust, I’m a goddamn goner .
I’m coming around his cock already, body tightening before I’m sent into rattling shivers as my walls pulse around him with my release. I’m moaning like a porn star and clinging to Lowie as best as I can as I leak slick all over him, chest heaving with every panting breath I take.
“Holy shit, Juno,” Lowie grinds through clenched teeth. “You’re so sensitive. All it took was feeding you my cock and you’re already soaking me with your come. You want more, Angel?”
“So much more,” I mewl in answer, already grinding my hips against him like a needy little omega in heat.
“So fucking sexy,” he grits through his teeth, groaning deeply as I roll my hips and sink deeper onto his hard shaft. “Hold on, Angel. I’m about to tear a few orgasms out of you before I’m forced to share.”
“Oh my god, yes,” I pant, throwing my head back against the wall as my eyes flutter closed, his shaft filling me so beautifully that it won’t take but a few pumps of his hips to send me spiraling into another climax.
Like he can read my thoughts, Lowie’s large hands palm my ass, angling my body at the perfect position before he pulls back and pounds his cock back inside me. I cry out, body already tightening with a promise of release, and Lowie chuckles seductively. The bastard knows what he’s doing and he’s loving every damned second of it.
Sure enough, it takes only three more thrusts before stars are bursting in my vision, and I’m coming all over his already soaked cock once more. I’m coming again after just five more hard pumps of his hips, and I turn to jelly in Lowie’s arms, even as my insatiable body tightens and prepares for more pleasure.
Before Lowie can fuck another orgasm out of me, there’s a knock at the door, and Leylan simply waltzes into the bathroom without so much as a warning. I watch heavy-lidded as his eyes darken just like his brother’s, watch his chest expand with an inhale that fills his lungs with my cloying scent mingled with Lowie’s, sex, and lust. But more importantly, I watch as he’s forced to adjust the sudden hard-on that tents his pants, his length pushing against the material enough to show me how affected he is.
Leylan’s groan blends with mine when his gaze drops to where Lowie has me speared on his shaft and pinned to the wall, my thighs coated in my own slick and come, and he rasps, “I just came to check on you both since you were taking so long. It smells so good in here.”
“She’s in heat,” Lowie informs, right before he pulls hip hips back and pounds hard into my wanton pussy, uncaring that his brother is there to watch. “I was going to wring a few orgasms out of her before I took her into the nest and had to share her with everyone else.”
“Greedy bastard,” Leylan laughs, eyes darkening further, if that’s even possible, as his gaze trails over my naked body. Goosebumps break out over my skin despite my overheated flesh, and a needy little moan slips free as I check him out just as thoroughly. “You can share her with me for an orgasm or two, and then we’re taking her to her nest. She needs all of us.”
“Won’t hear me complain, brother,” Lowie agrees easily, right before he starts fucking me in earnest and I can do nothing but moan, groan, and cry out as I hold on for dear life when another fucking climax sears through me like a wildfire.
Panting and absolutely mindless with pleasure, I don’t notice I’ve been manhandled and adjusted until my legs are banding around Leylan’s waist, his freed cock prodding my entrance before gravity has me sinking easily down his hard length. He’s longer than his brother, not quite as thick, but he feels just as fucking good as he grips my hips and tugs me down further until he’s seated fully inside my tight heat and I can feel the soft swell of his knot already teasing my entrance.
“Damn it, Juju, you feel like heaven,” he groans, cupping my ass with one hand while the other cups the back of my neck, drawing me into a boneless-inducing kiss that has me writhing and panting against him.
I gasp into Leylan’s mouth when Lowie presses against my back, his filthy mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder and back, hands exploring my waist and hips while his brother and I kiss until we’re breathless. I moan long and hard as he takes hold of my ass, his hands replacing his brother’s, right before he starts dragging my body up and down Leylan’s shaft. His pace is maddening, forcing Leylan to hit a spot inside me that has another release building inside me, and with one harsh thrust of his hips matched with Lowie’s controlling movements, I’m almost screaming out when I’m flooded with another orgasm that steals what little sanity I was clinging to.
“Oh, shit, yeah. Just like that, Juju. You feel so fucking good coming around me,” Leylan croons, voice deepened with arousal.
“She’s a goddamned dream,” Lowie agrees before he presses his whole front to my back and leans in to whisper in my ear, “How much can you take, Angel?”
“Everything,” I answer instantly, not entirely sure what I’m talking about, or what he’s talking about, only that I want it all. I want everything they’re willing to give me.
Lowie groans, and I feel the vibrating rattle along my spine, my pussy clenching tightly around Leylan despite the way it still continues to flutter through aftershocks. My entire body tenses when Lowie’s hand slips between the crack of my ass and teases the hole no one has touched. Not even myself, despite my curiosity. “Think you can take me there while my brother fucks that sweet pussy of yours? I want you so full you can’t think straight, but only if you think you can handle it, Angel.”
I’ll be fucked six ways to Sunday if his words alone don’t send me into another small climax, my breaths sawing in and out of me so fast that I grow lightheaded.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Leylan growls, holding me tight to his body before grinding into me, teasing me even harder with his knot. Fuck, I want that. I want it inside me, stretching me, filling me. “Take her ass, Low. I want her coming before I lose it.”
Lowie, thank everything in the world, takes the command with ease. His fingers drag through the mess of slick I’ve created before trailing to my tight hole. Slowly, he sinks a finger inside me, and I gasp and moan at the full sensation I’ve never felt before. He works a single finger in and out of my body while Leylan stills, his hands clamping down on my body to keep me from writhing.
After a few seconds, Lowie adds another finger, stretching me further, fucking me slowly with his fingers in preparation. When he adds another finger and finds very little resistance, the sounds crawling from my throat declaring that I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, he retrieves his fingers and replaces them with his slick-slathered cock.
The feeling of fullness builds to almost overwhelming as Lowie sinks into my ass for the first time, pulling out and pushing back inside several times before he’s bottoming out and his knot sits snug against my ass. He’s breathing hard as he croons, “Good girl, Angel. You’re taking us both so fucking well. Look at you, absolutely stunning.”
I can do no more than moan, leaning my back against his chest, head falling to his shoulder. The twins take that as my approval to start fucking me all over again, and the way my body lights up like the fourth of July when I feel them move in tandem inside of me, only a thin strip of flesh separating their cocks but sending waves of pleasure through me, it’s no wonder that I’m already on the brink of coming again. I don’t even know what number I’m at anymore, mind a mess and filled with pleasure.
“Come for us again, Juju. I need to feel you pulsing around me,” Leylan groans just as he leans forward and trails kisses over my chest, following a path to my pointed nipples. He laves one with his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it, desire-filled eyes watching me as he sucks on the sensitive bud, and it’s all I need to freefall into another orgasm. One that turns into another when Lowie picks up the pace behind me, the pair fucking me with perfect synchrony.
That’s all the twins need as they begin to fuck me hard and fast, fucking me through another orgasm, our grunts, groans, and moans all mingling with one another. Just as I start to think I’m going to lose my mind, Lowie leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Tell us we can bond you right here, right now, Angel. I don’t think I can wait to mark you.”
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, clamping down on them both even as the rest of my body is limp and boneless between them, already on board with completing my bonds, even during my heat. The twins are forced to hold me up now, not that they seem to care, their cocks still fucking in and out of me like they’re possessed with the same heat that pulses through my body. “Please, bite me. Make me yours.”
“You’re already ours, Juju,” Leylan assures sternly, thrusting hard to prove the point, his knot grinding against my sensitive opening. “This just makes it very fucking permanent.”
His lips are around my neglected nipple the next moment and I jerk between them as he sucks it hard into his mouth.
“Then do it,” I damn near sob, sweaty and covered in slick, and so desperate for my guys that it’s all I can think about.
“You heard our omega,” Lowie growls, right before he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder on the opposite side to where Creek bit me, breaking the surface of my skin and bonding me without hesitation. At the very same time, Leylan’s teeth bite into the soft flesh of my breast, still sucking my sensitive nipple as he marks and bonds me. I’m gushing around the two of them as I come really fucking hard, screaming out my release with the intensity and overwhelming pleasure that wars within my body.
Emotion explodes inside me like a lit stick of dynamite, new threads forming in my chest that expand and grow in strength as the twins lick and clean their respective bite marks. I can feel their joy and love, their arousal, and passion, and everything in between. I can feel them imprinting on my heart and soul, their marks scarring me like the others, becoming a part of my body like they were always meant to.
I’m only vaguely aware of Lowie growling out his own release, cock twitching in my ass as he spills his come inside me. Leylan is fucking me with harsh thrusts, the slap of skin against skin loud in the bathroom with our heavy breathing and moaning. It only takes him three more pumps of his hips before he’s following after his brother, spilling hot jets of come inside me until there’s a mess of slick and semen pooled between my legs.
“All ours now, Angel,” Lowie breathes into my ear as he pants for air, and I can’t help the beaming smile as it breaks free over my face.
“Never letting you go ever again,” Leylan agrees, his own grin matching mine, and I laugh loudly before moaning when I feel their cocks rub against every sensitive spot inside my pussy and ass.
There’s a pang of disappointment that they didn’t knot me, a greedy need for them and their knots filling me to bursting ruling my thoughts, but then Lowie pulls free and spanks my ass gently before saying, “Let’s get you to your nest. You can have all the knots you want then. We’ll fuck you so good until your heat breaks, Angel.”
“Promises, promises,” I breathe, already missing his fullness.
“I’m a man of my word,” he smirks, grinning at me as his brother releases my nipple and starts walking us out of the bathroom without slipping from my pussy.
I’m inside my nest and surrounded by five sexy gods with bodies to die for, faces carved by angels, and a freshly awakened libido before I even know it. Leylan lies me on my back in the middle of my nest, leaning back on the heels of his feet as he warms his cock inside me.
Evron is already stripping his clothes, launching them away from himself like they’ve offended him before he crawls toward me with hunger etched over his face. Geo links his fingers with mine and stretches my arms over my head, careful of my cast, and he leans in to whisper, “Since I’m the only beta, I’ll be the only sane one here. I’ll look after you, baby.”
I grin up at him, accepting his kiss, right before Creek cups my face and steals my lips for himself. At the same time, Leylan begins pumping in and out of me, and I moan into Creek’s mouth. When Evron joins in, sucking the unmarked nipple into his mouth, and Lowie reaches for my clit as he kneels beside his brother, I make peace with the fact that I won’t be leaving this nest until I’m thoroughly fucked, bred, covered in come, and I’m no longer a prey to my heat.
Hell, I might not leave even then. Because being here, safe with my pack as they ruin me for any other man, bonded and happy and in fucking love? Well, there’s no better place on this earth to be.