15. Anya
Chapter 15
T he ride back to my apartment is a comfortable blur. Leo's hand rests on my thigh, a reassuring weight, while Jenson drives us in his Porsche, occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror with a soft smile. Maverick sits in the passenger seat, turned slightly towards us. My inner omega purrs with contentment, basking in their attention, their protectiveness.
*We're going to bond. Tonight.
The thought sends a thrill through me, a mix of anticipation and nerves. I haven't allowed myself to truly consider the possibility until now, not after everything that happened. But the way they stood up for me, the way they comfort me, the way they look at me...it makes me believe that maybe, just maybe, I can have this. A real pack. A real family.
"So," Jenson says, breaking the comfortable silence. "We were thinking, maybe a little picnic to celebrate the win?"
"In the nest," Leo adds, his hand squeezing my thigh gently. "What do you think, sweetheart?"
My heart swells. My nest. The place I'd built for myself, a sanctuary from the world, is now our nest. And the thought, instead of terrifying me, fills me with a warmth I haven't felt in years.
I nod, smiling. "Sounds perfect," I sign.
"Any requests?" Maverick asks, turning more fully in his seat to look at me, his eyes warm and full of concern.
I think for a moment, then sign, "Barbecue?"
He grins. "You got it."
We stop at a local BBQ place. Maverick goes into to get our to-go order. It takes a bit, but the rock music fills the car as we wait. He comes back out with a grin. The smoky, savory scent of barbecue fills the car as soon as he opens the door. It makes my stomach rumble.
It's then a short drive home. My apartment feels different now, infused with their presence, their scents: cedar, cinnamon, sandalwood, and amber. It feels more like a home than it ever has before.
They spread a blanket in the middle of my nest, a colorful patchwork of fabric, and start unpacking the food. There's pulled pork, brisket, ribs, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and cornbread - a feast fit for a king, or in this case, three hungry hockey players and one very grateful omega.
Maverick gestures to the spread with a flourish."Alright, dig in."
We settle onto the blanket, the four of us a cozy circle in the middle of the nest. The food is delicious, the best barbecue I've ever tasted. Or maybe it just tastes better because I'm sharing it with them.
Jenson chuckles under his breath, and we glance toward him. He glances up at us. "Remember that time in juniors, Leo, when you filled Coach's rink with balloons?"
Leo groans, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, god, not this story again."
Maverick laughs, a deep, rumbling sound. "It's a classic. You have to tell her."
"It was not a classic," Leo insists, but there's a smile playing on his lips. "It was a disaster."
"It was hilarious," Jenson counters, grinning. "So, Anya, picture this: we're in juniors, playing for the Thunder Bay Bombers-"
"Terrible name," Leo interjects.
Jenson ignores him. "And we had this coach, Coach Thompson. Toughest guy you'd ever meet. Drilled us like we were in the army. Anyway, Leo here decides it would be funny to play a prank on him."
"In my defense," Leo says, holding up his hands, "he was being a real jerk that week. Extra drills, extra conditioning, for no reason."
"So, what did you do?" I sign, intrigued by the story.
"I may have," Leo begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "enlisted the help of a few...friends...to fill the entire rink, like, the whole rink, with balloons. We're talking hundreds of balloons."
My eyes widen. "Hundreds?" I sign, incredulous.
"Hundreds," Maverick confirms, nodding. "It took them all night. They snuck into the rink after hours."
"We had to crawl through the ventilation system," Leo adds, with a dramatic shudder. "It was dusty, and I'm pretty sure I saw a rat."
"The best part," Jenson continues, "was Coach Thompson's face when he walked in the next morning. He just stood there, staring at the balloons, for like, a full minute. Didn't say a word."
"Then he exploded," Leo says, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "'Who did this?!' he roared. 'I will find out who's responsible!'"
"And of course," Maverick says, "everyone just pointed at Leo."
Leo throws his hands up in mock surrender. "I was betrayed! By my own teammates!"
"You deserved it," Jenson says, laughing. "He made us run suicides until we puked for a week."
"Character building," Leo says with a wink.
"More like torture," Maverick mutters, but he's smiling.
We all laugh, the sound filling the room. Mine is raspy, almost a whisper, but I'm no longer self-conscious around them. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard, the last time I felt so...light. So happy. The story is silly, but it's more than that. It's a glimpse into their past, into their bond.
As the laughter subsides, I find myself looking at each of them, at the way their eyes sparkle in the dim light, at the way their smiles light up their faces.
Maverick, strong and steady, the leader of our pack, but with a gentle heart beneath his tough exterior.
Leo, playful and mischievous, but with a fierce loyalty to those he cares about.
Jenson, the quietest of the three, but with a warmth and kindness that radiates from him.
These men, these incredible, amazing men, are my mates. My pack.
The thought, instead of scaring me, fills me with a sense of peace, of belonging. It feels right. It feels like coming home. We finish eating and they help me clear the food away.
Soon, they start to get tired and they lay down, pulling me with them. We all fall into a comfortable, peaceful sleep, surrounded by the remnants of our picnic, the scent of barbecue lingering in the air. It's the most peaceful sleep I've had in years. It's filled with hope, with happiness, with the promise of a future I never thought I'd have. A future with them. When I wake, I know we will bond, and I can't wait.
I grimace as I flip over from my stomach. My breasts ache, and heat travels up my body. I frown. It feels like my heat has started, but it’s almost four days early. I’ve never had an early heat before, but maybe my inner omega knows we’re going to bond, and it kick-started early. We were supposed to bond last night, but the food knocked all of us out, and now my body’s telling me it’s time.
My clit tightens, and I bend my knees, pressing my thighs together for some friction. Opening my eyes, I see the galaxy light still illuminating the room. It’s either night or very early morning.
Maverick sleeps to my right, and Jenson is on my left. Leo and Jenson take turns sleeping closest to me each night. All three of them snore softly, not yet aware my heat has started early. After the hard game they had last night, I want them to rest. Maybe if I touch myself while they’re around, it’ll be enough to take the edge off until they wake up.
I glance at them. Their eyes are closed, their chests rising and falling slowly.
I slide my hand under the black comforter, pushing my leggings and underwear down off my hips. Spreading my legs, I run my fingers along my stomach and down to my folds. Slick coats my fingertips as I trace my outer folds and rub the little nub of my clit.
Biting my lip, I hold in a gasp as pleasure ripples through me. Touching myself feels so different since I found them. During past heats, I’d work myself raw chasing an orgasm that never fully came, but now it’s like I can have multiple and still want more. Even outside my heat, they never leave me unsatisfied. It’s not a one-time thing, and for that, I’m thankful.
Maverick shifts next to me, lightly touching my arm. My gaze flicks to him as he stares back at me with a sleepy smile.
"May I give you a helping hand with that, love?"
Tingles spread through me. He’s never called me love before, and I like it—a lot. Is it because we’re about to bond, and he doesn’t feel the need to hold back anymore? I nod, pulling my hand away while keeping my eyes on his.
I still can’t believe how safe I feel with them now. The way they defended me last night and chased off that journalist cemented the feelings that have been growing over the past month. They’re tender with me, respect my boundaries, and never once have I felt like they’re being fake just to get something from me.
His large, slightly rough fingers meet my folds, and a shiver runs through me; my body knows what’s coming. His fingers glide over my outer folds, and a low purr rumbles from his chest.
"Already so wet for us. Were you dreaming about us?"
I don’t remember, but I nod. I wouldn’t doubt it, considering how horny I woke up. In an instant, he finds my clit, applying firm pressure that makes my back arch off the bed. I grip his arm and the sheets beneath me.
He rubs quick and hard, working me higher before sliding two fingers into my passage. He curls them, pressing into my G-spot as he pumps his fingers upward, rubbing his thumb against my clit at the same time.
The wet sounds fill the room. Leo and Jenson stir to my left as more gasps escape my throat. I’m trying not to moan—I don’t want a sore throat for the next week—but as my inner omega takes over, I know I won’t have much choice. Instinct will take over to please our alphas.
They want to bond with us. They are pleased.
A soft purr starts in my chest as an orgasm explodes from my abdomen, shaking my legs and arms. Warm euphoria spreads through my chest and up to my head. Maverick keeps pumping his fingers, pushing me to a second orgasm before leaning down to kiss me, swallowing the small gasps from my throat.
My hand on his arm moves up to hold the back of his head, and I kiss him back with a fierceness I didn’t know I had. Another hand finds my breast, pinching my nipple through my shirt. I kiss Maverick for a moment longer before breaking away, turning my head toward Leo. As he focuses his fingers on my nipple through my sweater, I pull him into a kiss , too.
Maverick pulls his hand from my center, and I shiver, missing his touch already. Leo tugs at the hem of my turtleneck, and I sit up, still kissing him, before breaking away to pull the sweater over my head. Maverick helps me take off my leggings and underwear the rest of the way.
Now naked, the cool air hits my skin, but it does nothing to calm the inferno building inside me. My heat demands more, wanting their knots, their marks.
Maverick stands from the bed and strips off his shirt and sweats, freeing his massive cock. He’s not fully knotted yet, but the hint of a bulge promises it will make an appearance soon. Leo and Jenson stand as well to undress, and I marvel at their athletic builds.
Leo is the tallest, with a narrower waist. Maverick has the broadest shoulders and a frame of pure muscle. Jenson is somewhere in between. They all look like Roman soldiers carved from marble.
I still can’t believe beautiful people like them think I’m gorgeous. They say it all the time, but I don’t feel beautiful.
Jenson climbs back on the bed at my feet, a grin spreading across his face. “Princess, can I taste you?”
I lean back into my pillow, raising a brow at him before parting my thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of my folds. Leo, standing at the end of the bed with Jenson, groans and takes hold of his long cock.
“Fuck, sweetheart, every time I look at you, it’s like a gift.”
Warmth flushes my cheeks as I watch him fist himself, and my clit tightens.
Our Alphas approve of us. We’re a good omega.
A soft purr starts in my chest. I never thought I’d care about the approval of Alphas—or anyone, for that matter.
I sign, “Show me how much you like it. And let me take care of you two.” I point to Maverick and Leo.
Maverick and Leo kneel on either side of me, near the head of the bed. I sit up more, propping several pillows behind me so I can easily fist them and take them into my mouth. Jenson wastes no time climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between my thighs. He places my legs over his shoulders and grins up at me like he’s the happiest man alive getting to eat me out.
It’s still strange having not just one but three men treat me like I mean something, as if it would matter if I wasn’t here anymore. There was a time I thought about finishing the job Salama didn’t. Now, I’m glad I waited. It just shows you never know what’s in the next chapter of life if you don’t stick around to read it.
Spitting into my palms, I take hold of their cocks. Maverick is the thickest of the three, and Leo the longest. Maverick’s knot is now fully formed at the base near his balls, and I can’t wait for them to fill and stretch me, claiming me as theirs and erasing the scars on my neck that used to remind me of the worst time of my life.
But over the past few weeks with them, it’s like the hold those monsters had on me lessens every day. The memories are still there, but the pain has dulled to a faint twinge instead of the full ache it once was. Maybe, one day, it won’t hurt at all. I now have hope that day will come.
The guttural groans they let out as I touch them send a thrill through my body. Jenson moans against my center, running his tongue along the outer edge. My already sensitive clit tightens with anticipation, but he skirts around it, teasing me.
My hips buck toward his mouth, but he chuckles against me. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
I find a rhythm with my hands, focusing on their heads and knots as I stroke them. I lean in, running my tongue along the underside of Maverick's dark pink head, swiping up a bead of pre-cum. The salty, slightly metallic taste doesn’t bother me. His scent of cedar and sandalwood wraps around me, grounding me.
Soon, our scent will be more like theirs. Everyone will know.
It’s strange to think my scent will change for other alphas, but it’s comforting too. Everyone will know we’re a pack, and I’m their omega. The thought turns me on even more, and I nearly come when Jenson flicks his tongue over my nub.
A gasp escapes me as I try to grind against his mouth, but he pulls back with a playful smirk.
I turn to Leo and take him into my mouth, stroking Maverick with my other hand, giving his knot a firm squeeze. Leo’s hand slides into my hair, not rough but firm, showing he likes it. I can tell.
After a few moments, I switch back to Maverick as Jenson sucks my clit into his mouth. A moan rises up before I can stop it.
Maverick groans, his hips jerking in my hand. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Anya. Such a good omega, our omega.”
A soft purr vibrates in my chest as another orgasm builds fast. Jenson must sense it because he sucks harder, flicking his tongue over my clit.
I have to pull off Maverick, my head tilting back as pleasure washes over me. Hoarse-whisper moans spill out of me. I try to hold them in, but it feels too good.
Leo leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart. I fucking love hearing you moan for us. It’s so sexy.”
His words push me over the edge, another orgasm exploding in their wake. My inner omega preens at his praise. Jenson groans as he licks me clean, taking his fill before pulling back to let me catch my breath.
They still, giving me a moment to recover. It’s things like this that remind me why this feels right. The blood tests confirmed our compatibility, but their patience and respect sealed it.
I sit up a little, meeting their gazes. “I want to bond. Bite over the marks, make them disappear forever.”
Maverick leans in to kiss me. “Are there specific ones you want us to cover? And do you want to take it slow, get used to us touching your neck? We don’t want to trigger anything.”
For a second, the thought of them taking it slow makes me more nervous than if they just did it. I shake my head. “Just do it. If I think about it too long, I’ll get in my head.”
They nod. Leo runs his hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face. “We hear you. We’ll do it that way, but if you need us to stop or slow down, put up two fingers, and we’ll adjust.”
My heart hammers as emotion wells up. They’re so caring, so patient. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way. I lift my hands, the words trembling on my fingers. I just hope Maverick and Jenson catch what I’m signing. "I love you three. You mean the world to me. Thank you for being patient, for letting me choose."
Their eyes light up with recognition.
“We love you too,” they say in unison, chuckling when they realize they’ve spoken together.
A smile tugs at my lips, and I laugh softly. Relief and joy flood me—they feel the same way.
Jenson rubs the back of his neck. “Do you want us to all bite you at the same time? And who do you want to bite you where?”
I point to Maverick, motioning to the back of my neck where Salama bit me. Then to Leo for the left side to cover Luvo’s mark. Finally, to Jenson for the right side, where Gent’s mark lingers.
“Can we do it all at once?”
Maverick nods. “We can. I could take your ass, Leo your pussy, and Jenson your mouth. When it’s time, Jenson can move to your right side. We’ll time the bites to happen together.”
We’ve done anal a few times during my last heat, and I like it when two of them take me at once. One day, I want to find a way for all three to take me at the same time—two in my passage and one in my ass—but it won’t work for this.
I nod, signing quickly. "Sounds good to me."
Leo lies down on the bed next to me, and I move to straddle his waist. His hands come up to brace me, and the warmth of his touch sends excited goosebumps along my skin.
Reaching between us, he runs the head of his cock along my slit, gathering my slick and tapping it against my clit. I jump, still sensitive from my orgasms, but it feels good, and I grind against him before I help align his head with my opening and sink onto his length.
In no time, the tip hits the edge of my cervix, hitting that spot he always gets, sending pleasure coursing through my core to the rest of my body. It's different from the pleasure I get from my clit or g-spot. I had no idea it existed until I had sex with Leo.
He groans as his hands run up and down my sides. "That's a good girl, taking my cock so well, fitting me like a glove." He thrusts his hips up, and his knot presses into me, stretching my passage in a way that would hurt if I weren't so ready for them. Now, it creates pressure on my G-spot that almost makes me orgasm again.
Once he's fully sheathed in me, he stills, allowing me a moment to adjust. More weight comes onto the bed as Maverick comes up behind me. The familiar click of a lube bottle opening meets my ears, and I glance over my shoulder.
He leans forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss before pulling back and pressing his forehead to mine. "I can't wait to build a life with you, love."
If I could grin any harder, I think my cheeks might fall off. I nod and mouth, "I can't wait."
Maverick drips lube onto his fingers before running two of them down along my crack to my ass. I lean forward, placing my hands on Leo's chest so he has more access. Slowly, Maverick rubs circles into the tight ring until he presses on it, and I take in one of his fingers. He pumps it, giving me a chance to stop him, but I like it.
Adding a second finger, he scissors them, stretching me a bit more, before he hums. "You're fluttering around my fingers, love. Does that mean you like it when I do this?"
I nod. It took them a full night the first time to get me to relax enough for even one finger. All I'd known was pain before, but I also had a deep desire to be with more than one of them. Now, anal is one of my favorite things to do with them. So much pleasure comes from it, and I think it came down to realizing they weren't going to hurt me and that my pleasure came first.
Jenson gets on the bed to my right and kneels so he can bring me into a kiss as well. His fingertips lightly tilt my chin up to meet him, and the soft fullness of his lips always makes my insides turn to jelly. He's always so tender and sensual that it almost takes me off guard. He looks like he'd be a selfish lover with how beautiful he is, but that's not the case at all.
As he pulls back, I sign, "I want to taste you."
A smile tugs at his lips. "As you wish, Princess."
Standing on the bed, his cock is higher than my face, but he bends his knees so I can reach him easier. I take hold of his cock, pumping his shaft lightly before I lean forward to run my tongue along the underside and swirl it around the head. Now, my palm glides over him with ease.
Maverick brushes the slick tip of his cock against my ass, and a small, quiet groan leaves me as I focus on relaxing so he can enter me without force.
Leo sits up a bit and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking over the peak as he moans around it.
My body jerks from the pleasure of all the sensations at once while I continue to focus on Jenson as well. Swirling my tongue around him and sucking his girthy head into my mouth.
"I swear, being inside of you is like getting a glimpse of what heaven is like. So euphoric that I never want to leave."
If it were up to me, they never would. It would be constant sex until the day we die together, but I know life doesn't work like that. Once my heat is no longer in control, I'll feel a bit differently, but at the moment, I agree with him.
His large knot eases its way into me as he adds more lube, never rushing me to take him faster. Right now, we have all the time in the world, and after tonight, we'll have a lifetime to be together. And for the first time in years, I'm looking forward to what the future will bring.
I work Jenson more, knowing that once they start thrusting, I'll be lost, pulled into the bliss and soon the bond. I want to make sure they all get pleasure out of this moment.
Leo alternates between my breasts, and it won't be long before I come again if he keeps it up.
Starting just under the nape of my neck, Maverick runs two fingers down my spine. The sensation makes me shiver, and I have to pull my mouth off Jenson as I gasp in surprise at the pleasure it causes. Normally, getting so close to my neck would've had me climbing the walls trying to get away, but not right now.
Jenson places his hand over mine and gently has me let go of him before he kisses the back of my knuckles. He kneels once more and leans down toward my ear. "I'm ready when you are, Princess."
I nod.
With a pop, Leo lets go of my breast and lies back into the pillows once more.
Maverick and Leo thrust, their knots going in and out and increasing inside by the minute. Soon, they'll either have to stay out or become locked with me for several minutes.
I stay still, allowing them to pick the pace. It's easier this way because trying to coordinate becomes hard with this position between three people.
Leo's fingers slide down my belly and past my trimmed patch of dark curls to find my clit, and he rubs it.
"Come for us, sweetheart. We're all close, just like you are, and in a moment, we're all going to be surfing the wave of the bond."
I've heard that bonding transcends all pleasure between compatible alphas and omegas. He comes up to lean close to the left side of my neck, as Jenson comes down to my right, and Maverick's chest presses more into my back; thrusts stalling as his breath ghosts over my nape.
A shiver runs through me, but not from fear. No, far from fear. I've come so far from the trembling mess I was before I met them. Now confidence surges in me, and I nod more, signaling that I want them to do it as I'm about to burst from the joy I feel.
Their mouths align with the marks that have marred my skin all at once, and their teeth sink into me. Instead of pain, I'm lifted from my body and sent up to the clouds, where I ride a high like none I've ever had.
Somewhere in the distance, they growl, the sounds rumbling through me as I scream in ecstasy.
I'm free, at last. Born anew, with their marks to show the world