12. Leo
Chapter 12
A s Anya bares herself to us, her full breasts beg to be sucked, and my fingers itch to pull her close and kiss her senseless. Her violet eyes are blown wide, and the pheromones rolling off her scream that she’s giving herself over to her inner omega. It calls to my alpha like a siren song. Our omega. So beautiful. All ours, for the rest of time. I know my alpha believes we’ll bond with her, but that’s not happening tonight, if it ever happens. With her history, I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t want anything to do with us beyond what she needs. This heat is all we’re here for. Nothing more.
We just have to make sure our inner alphas don’t cross the line. I’ve always had some control, but the thought of losing it, of hurting her or one of my packmates, terrifies me. Never hurt omega. Only protect and care for. That’s the problem, though. My alpha doesn’t understand that bonding isn’t on the table tonight, no matter how compatible we are. Because of that, I can’t give in fully to my instincts. I have to keep one finger hovering over the stop button, at least until we’ve courted her properly and she decides she wants to mate with us. But that might never happen,and all three of us need to be okay with that.
Jenson steps forward, brushing his hand down her arm. “You’re beautiful.”
She swallows hard, her arms twitching like she wants to cover herself. Her hands fly up, signing before any of us can speak. You don’t have to say that. I’m covered in scars.
I close the distance between us, shaking my head. “Don’t say that. Your scars don’t make you any less beautiful, Anya. You’re gorgeous. They don’t define you.”
Maverick nods as he touches her other arm. “They show how hard you’ve fought to be here, and I think that’s hot as hell.” He leans closer, voice dropping. “Are you okay with kissing?”
Her glazed eyes search his face, and a small smile tugs at her lips before she nods.
A swirl of emotions rises in me as I watch his lips meet hers. As our alpha leader, it’s only right he kisses her first. Who she chooses to have sex with first will be up to her, but this moment is his. Even though, deep down, I wish it were me.
Sharing is part of our world, and I remind myself of that. I’ve never known a single one alpha and one omega couple—except in cases where a pack was lost. And that’s a pain I can’t even begin to imagine.
Maverick’s hands slide to her sides, and she raises her arms to wrap them around his neck.
Jenson catches my eye, grinning as he motions for me to step forward. Anya hops up, and Maverick lifts her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groans as she grinds against his hard-on.
Her floral scent floods the room, stronger now, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but I get even harder. I’ve been this way since she opened the door and her pheromones hit me in the hallway. Their tongues tangle, and my gaze falls to her neck.
Anger flares when I spot the inflamed bite marks marring her pale, delicate skin. If those alphaholes weren’t already behind bars, I’d make sure they were buried six feet under.
I swallow my growl, not wanting to scare her, and edge closer. She has the choice to turn to me if she wants, and after a moment, she does. Her half-lidded eyes meet mine, and a heat-drunk smile spreads across her face.
It’s intoxicating.
She grabs my collar and yanks me toward her, crushing her lips to mine. Her arm snakes around my shoulders, and I move fast to catch her as she shifts into my arms. She’s so damn light. She needs to eat more, but that’s what we’re here for—to make sure she doesn’t make herself sick during her heats anymore.
Her lips are soft, and I groan when her tongue swipes at my lower lip. Her forwardness sends a thrill through me, and I open to her, meeting her tongue with mine. Her pussy presses against me through my sweats, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I get harder. My balls tighten at the friction.
I thrust back against her, desperate for more, and the sound she makes in her throat almost undoes me. But she pulls back, her brows knitting in a frown like she didn’t mean to moan.
I know about her injuries—at least, what little information I could find, but I wonder if she can make sounds and just doesn’t, or if she’s self-conscious about it.
The urge to kiss her neck comes back, but I hold it down and meet her gaze. “Are you okay?”
She gulps and nods. Her arms stay wrapped around my neck, so she doesn’t sign anything to elaborate.
Her attention shifts to Jenson as he moves closer, and she leans toward him, leaving my arms. I feel the loss, but I step back, giving them space.
Jenson scoops her up easily, their kiss deep and unhurried. I tug off my shirt, not wanting her to feel like she’s the only one half-naked.
After a moment, she breaks the kiss and points toward the hallway at the back of her apartment. That must lead to her room, her nest.
Jenson follows her gesture and looks back at her. “You want to go to the bedroom, Princess?”
Anya nods.
He heads that way with her in his arms, Maverick following close behind. I glance toward the counter where her burger sits. I don’t want it to go bad; she’ll need food after. Grabbing it, I put it in her fridge before heading to the room.
Except for the TV on the wall, it’s mostly just a gigantic bed covered in pillows and fluffy blankets. A galaxy projector casts soft blue light on the walls, giving the room an almost dreamlike quality. I’m just glad she has a proper nest and isn’t using her closet or some cramped space instead. It’s good to know she’s comfortable here, that she has somewhere safe to retreat to.
Jenson sets her down on the end of the bed and pulls off his shirt.
I glance at Maverick and see his is already off. Every instinct in me wants to take care of her, make sure she’s ready before we touch her, but I rein my alpha in again. We need to go at her pace, not push her into anything because she thinks she should.
The soft glow of the galaxy lights casts a haze over the room, and I can’t stop staring at her. She looks ethereal, like she belongs among the stars. Her violet eyes are wide and glazed with heat, her lips parted slightly like she’s waiting to speak or sign, but she doesn’t move her hands. Instead, she keeps them pressed into the mattress, her fingers curling into the sheets like they’re anchoring her.
Maverick steps closer, his eyes tracing every inch of her exposed skin. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “You’re gorgeous.” He kneels at the edge of the bed, his hand trailing up her thigh, slow and deliberate, giving her every chance to stop him. She doesn’t. Her chest rises and falls faster, her nipples hardening in the cool air, and I swear I can hear her heartbeat or maybe it’s just my pulse pounding in my ears.My alpha paces inside me, restless, snarling. Remove their marks and make her ours. Not yet, I remind myself. She’s not ready for that. None of us are.
Jenson sits beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell us what you want, Anya,” his voice gentle but laced with need. “We’re here for you. Whatever you need.”
Her hands twitch, and for a second, I think she’s going to sign. But instead, she reaches up and curls her fingers around Jenson’s wrist, pulling his hand toward her chest. His breath catches, his eyes darkening as he lets her guide him. When his palm cups her breast, she exhales silently, her head tipping back against the pillows.
I step forward, drawn by the pull of her pheromones. They’re intoxicating, filling the room with the scent of her arousal. It’s all I can do not to pounce. I need to be close, to feel her warmth, to breathe her in.
Kneeling beside Jenson, I trace a line just above her breasts with my fingertips, careful not to go near her neck. She flinches at first but relaxes, her body arching into my hand. “Is this okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.She nods, her eyes locking onto mine. There’s something so vulnerable in her gaze that it makes my chest ache. She’s trusting us with her body, her heat, her scars. It’s more than I ever expected, and I’m determined to prove I deserve it.
Jenson leans down, capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, she meets him eagerly, her hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders. Maverick moves along her other side, his fingers skimming along her ribs, teasing the sensitive skin. Her breath stutters, and I know she’s already close to the edge.
I reach for her hand where it grips the sheets, brushing my fingers against hers until she releases the fabric and lets me lace our hands together. Her palm is soft and warm, and when she squeezes lightly, my heart lurches. This isn’t just instinct driving her. She’s choosing to trust us, even with all the fear she carries.
Maverick presses a kiss to her shoulder, trailing down the curve of her arm. “You’re so strong, Anya. Let us take care of you tonight.”
She shifts, her body turning slightly toward him, seeking his touch as Jenson’s hand moves down her side, tracing the curve of her waist.
Her breathing quickens, a soft gasp escaping her lips when his hand slides to her thigh, gripping lightly but firmly enough to hold her in place. Her chest rises and falls in uneven rhythm, a flush creeping up her neck.
Jenson pulls back, his eyes blazing with hunger and restraint. “You’re doing amazing,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Do you want more, Princess?”
She nods. Her eyes flicker between us, a hint of nervousness surfacing through the haze of heat.
I clear my throat. “We hear you, Anya. No neck, no biting, nothing you’re not okay with. You’re in control here.” My voice is soft but firm, grounding her. She gives a small, relieved smile, her fingers loosening their grip on the sheets.
Maverick kisses the inside of her wrist, his lips brushing her pulse point. “Thank you for trusting us. We won’t let you down.” His hand continues its slow exploration, teasing her skin with every pass, nearing the band of her shorts.
I mimic his touch on her other side as Jenson moves closer to kiss her again. Together, Maverick and I tug her shorts off. She lifts her hips, surprising me with the absence of underwear beneath them. Her scent, musky and floral, and the sheen of slick on her thighs make me groan.
“May I taste you?” I glance toward her face as Jenson pulls back, giving her space to answer.
She nods.
Jenson shifts lower along her side, his hand skimming over her waist and down to her hip. He adjusts her legs, coaxing them apart, his touch grounding and firm. Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm.
I settle between her legs, the heat of her skin warming my palms as I press them to her thighs. Slowly, I spread them wider, positioning myself where I need to be. Her eyes lock on mine, and even without words, I see everything: trust, anticipation, vulnerability.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. Her scent makes my head spin, like a drug I could easily get addicted to. I work my way higher, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her legs tremble under my touch.
Jenson brushes his lips along her temple, his voice low. “Relax. We’ve got you.”
Maverick moves closer, his fingers drawing patterns along her arm as he watches her. “Breathe, Anya. Let us take care of you.”
I nudge her thighs further apart, my lips trailing closer to her folds. Glancing up, I catch the way her lips part on a silent gasp, her body arching slightly off the bed.
Her name leaves my lips, steady but soft. “Anya.”
Her hips shift in response, a silent plea, and I give her what she needs. My tongue glides over her, tasting her for the first time. The moment is electric, her taste igniting something deep inside me. Her body jolts, her thighs tense against my palms, but I hold her steady.
I start slow, savoring every second. Each flick of my tongue draws a silent gasp, her hands twisting in the sheets. When I circle her clit, her hips buck.
Jenson presses his forehead to hers, their fingers intertwining. “Let go, Princess. You can make noise if you want. You’re safe.”
She shakes her head, but her hips keep moving against my mouth.
Maverick strokes her hair back, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder. “You’re stunning like this.”
I hum against her, the vibration pulling a shudder from her body. Her breathing grows uneven, her hips moving with me, chasing the edge. I take her higher, switching between firm strokes and gentle flicks, until her body tightens and her thighs quake against my shoulders.
When I suck her clit between my lips, her climax crashes over her. Her body bows off the bed, her hands clutching the sheets as wave after wave rolls through her. A hoarse, small moan slips from her throat, and she covers her mouth with her hand. I hold her steady, guiding her through the aftershocks, my mouth staying on her until her trembling fades and she sinks back into the mattress, spent.
I press a final kiss to her inner thigh before leaning back to watch her. She looks radiant, flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes hazy as they meet mine.
Jenson kisses her fingers, his voice soft. “Good girl.”
Maverick strokes his knuckles along her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
I rest my cheek against her thigh, my hands still holding her as I let her catch her breath.
She lifts her hands to sign. “I want you all, but only one now. Please don’t make me choose.”
Maverick shifts beside me, his hand brushing her knee. His voice is steady, though I can see the storm in his eyes.
“Jenson, you go first.”
Jenson freezes, his gaze darting to hers. When she nods, her eyes soft but full of need, he exhales slowly and moves forward. We switch places, stripping off our sweats. Soon, he’s kneeling between her thighs, his dick lined up at her entrance, the slight bulge of his knot at the base.
I fist my own, needing relief. She reaches out, placing her hand over mine, then does the same to Maverick. Her fingers wrap around us, focusing on our knots. I grunt, gripping the edge of control. It’s almost too much. I’m not a virgin, but with her, it feels like I might as well be.
Jenson leans over her, one hand braced beside her head as he presses forward. She gasps softly, her hands clutching the blanket beneath her. I can’t look away, the sight of her taking him making my pulse thunder in my ears.
I lower my head to her breast, wrapping my lips around her nipple and flicking my tongue against it. She arches into me, her fingers tightening around my knot while Maverick does the same on her other side.
Jenson stills inside her, letting her adjust to him. He groans. "You’re perfect. You fit me like a glove, Princess." His movements start slow, a gentle rhythm that makes her cry out softly, and I find myself wishing she wouldn’t hold back.
I trail my fingers down her side, feeling the shivers rippling through her with each of Jenson’s thrusts. My mouth moves from her breast to the soft curve just beneath, my tongue teasing her skin as her body tightens and quivers beneath us.
Jenson’s pace picks up, his breathing heavier as one of his hands moves to stroke her clit. Her cries grow louder, her head tilting back as she gives herself over.
"You’re so hot, Anya." The words slip out before I can stop them. I want her to know we’re not turned off by her moaning, that she can be herself.
Maverick lifts his lips from her breast and nods. "Such a good omega. Our omega."
She shatters. Her thighs squeeze around Jenson’s hips as she moans, her voice raw and broken. Jenson follows, his movements turning erratic before he stills, his knot locking them together.
He leans over her, his forehead brushing hers as he catches his breath. She trembles, her fingers gripping the blanket as she blinks up at him, her eyes glazed but softer now.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, the heat of her skin warm beneath my lips. When Jenson finally pulls back, she shifts, her gaze moving between all of us. Her lips part, and even though no words come out, her meaning is clear. She signs. "Thank you."
They’ll be locked together for a while, but soon, we’ll each get to care for her the way our inner alphas need. We’ll stay with her through her heat, and if she lets us, for the rest of our lives. I hold onto hope that this is just the beginning.