Chapter 46
TESSA
BACK AT OBLIVION HAZE’S MANSION, AFTER THE VAULT...
The tour bus rolled to a stop outside the mansion just after midnight.
The driver kept the engine running as we tumbled out of the side door.
Ryder led our procession, Tray directly behind him.
The latter of which was being uncharacteristically calm.
I wondered if it was chaos inside his body.
That’s how it was for me. I was masking on the outside, but butterflies were rioting in the space between my heart and stomach.
“We all need to shower,” Ryder announced from up ahead, his voice gravelly from singing his heart out.
“Soap on a rope is dope,” Tray filled the void with the stupid rhyme when no one else responded to Ryder; his voice didn’t have the playful, teasing quality it normally held.
Any other time, the rest of us would have laughed.
Right now, though, the weight of what hovered just beyond the horizon consumed us.
Mac was holding onto my hand, gently tugging me forward.
Dixon was behind me, hands on my hips, swaying us a little as we walked.
The bus pulled away, its driver revving unnecessarily.
He didn’t need to beat traffic. The evening was quiet; the neighborhood long put to bed.
It was strangely peaceful, no soft music trailing from an adjacent yard.
No scent of grilling hanging in the air.
Not a single night owl restlessly running down the sidewalk.
It made me feel like we were alone in the world.
Me. My Alphas. The last beings on the planet, and we magically belonged together because fate wasn’t so cruel after all.
We took the stairs slowly. My legs both wanted to race forward and slow down at once. I was in a hurry, slick already trailing down my inner thighs, but I also wanted to prolong what was about to happen.
Tonight, I was going to be theirs.
All of theirs.
Permanently.
It was the first time those words had cut through my brain, but they still didn’t feel real.
I didn’t think I’d believe Oblivion Haze was mine until I was sore with their marks upon my body.
Biting my lower lip, I worried at it as a thought struck: what if I couldn't handle them all? I’d had sex ed class, just like every other Omega.
I knew that a giant dick, didn’t always translate into a massive knot.
An Alpha could be hung like a horse, and his knot barely swell the size of a golf ball.
And, conversely, a medium cock might be blessed with an oversized bundle of muscles expanding so large that the Omega could feel like she’s going to explode outwards, Alien-style.
Aside from light play with a medium dildo, only penetrating when I was soaked, I was ill-prepared to accept any of their massive members, regardless of knot girth.
Mac gave me a little tug forward. He was just past the mansion’s threshold; I was frozen on the landing.
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped moving. He half-turned to see what the problem was, offering me a warm, assuring smile.
Dixon squeezed my waist, and I glanced over my shoulder; his hooded gaze betrayed the fact that he was already flashing forward to the good parts.
There was so much heat in those storm-shadowed eyes of his.
We moved through the foyer and down the few steps into the living room.
I glanced at the sectional. We could just go there.
It was soft, comfortable. That was just my eagerness talking though.
I knew we needed to go to the pack suite, where I’d been sleeping solo for so many weeks.
It was time for us all to be welcome there, for us all to truly share that too-large bed that dwarfed my petite body each night.
When I’d started my heat, they’d rested with me there. That was comfort and companionship.
Tonight was going to be something else.
Something that would take our independent selves and merge them into something singularly everlasting.
I felt myself getting wetter as we entered the bedroom hallway, lower regions tingling as my imagination began to run wild. My slick was a waterfall now, dripping down my legs. Maybe I should feel embarrassed, but all I felt was safe.
Mac let go of my hand, and at first a pang shot through my heart, but then I realized he was beginning to undress.
My boot hit something soft, catching it as I walked.
Glancing down, I saw Ryder’s bomber jacket discarded on the hardwoods.
Dixon’s hands left my body too, but I didn’t worry now.
I could hear sounds of clothing dropping to the floor.
Should I start undressing? No, I wasn’t coordinated enough to walk and strip.
Mac was down to his briefs by the time he pushed into the pack suite.
Ryder and Tray were nowhere to be seen, but the proof they’d come this way was here—torn jeans, faded shirts, and a fringed neon jacket dotting the carpet.
I walked slowly now, heart racing. Dixon moved around me, shooting me a hungry gaze that sent fresh waves of desire through me.
I was practically swimming in my own slick by the time I entered the bathroom, the last one to do so.
Inside the generous space, I found all four of my men nude.
Ryder and Tray stepped out of the shower at the sight of me, their bodies already damp and glistening.
Mac and Dixon were leaning on the sink; their eyes were latched on my still-clothed form.
The bathroom was already steaming up, the shower going full blast and sending heated mist into the air.
The mirror was hazy, and the air was thick with their combined Alpha scents—smoky, rich, and distinctly male.
I closed my eyes, inhaling. This was the smell of home.
I truly was home again. No one would ever take this feeling away from me again—not by fate, or force, or some farcical rule of law.
Both Mac and Dixon closed the gap to me, gazes dark with unbridled need. Mac leaned down, tilting forward so his cheek brushed against mine.
"Are you okay, love?" Mac’s voice whispered in my ear; his breath fluttered warmly against my skin.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. My heart was slamming against my rib cage with crazy force. I wondered if anyone else could hear its wild pounding. Mac shifted, putting a little space between us. Dixon took his place.
"She's more than okay. Can’t you smell her?” Dixon growled, moving behind me; he lifted my hair, and I felt his nose trailing along my neck.
"Jesus, Tessa. You’re fucking drenched and ready.
” A fresh wave of arousal coursed through me.
The fact that they could sense my emotions and feel my desire for them…
was intoxicating. Knowing that soon they’d also fill my body to bursting with their seed made me shudder.
My trembling made Dixon growl again. I turned a little, catching sight of his stormy, pale eyes.
Then the sound of movement made me turn back again to face the shower.
Ryder approached me with almost a predatory slowness, keen eyes assessing if his prey was going to bolt. When he stood directly in front of me, he pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting my face up so I couldn’t shyly avert my gaze.
“Are you sure, Tessa?” He spoke in a low, throaty voice. “Absolutely sure? If we start this, I’m not sure any of us will be able to reverse course.”
No one else spoke. The universe seemed to hold its breath.
"We need to hear you say it.” Dixon wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his nakedness. God, my own clothing felt so restrictive, too tight against my skin. I wanted to snap my fingers and make it disappear so my bare body could feel every inch of Dixon’s.
“I’m sure,” I whispered, but I realized I sounded hesitant. So, I spoke again, trying to sound confident. “I’m sure. I’m not going to change my mind. I want you. I want you all.”
My eyes first locked with Tray’s after saying it. He’d hung back by the shower, and I wanted him to know he was included. So sweet, innocent, charming. Full of life. My effervescent Alpha.
I turned within the circle of Dixon’s embrace.
As I did, I made sure to look fully at Mac, offering him a warm smile that I hoped said how dearly I loved him.
When I was facing Dixon, I lifted my hands, pressing my palms against his pecs.
God, he had mountainous muscles. Freaking superman definition.
He gave me his signature cocky smile; the same one he’d used in the kitchen when my Omega scent had touched his Alpha in such a way that he’d retreated to pleasure himself.
Dixon covered my right hand with his left and began gently, yet insistently, pushing it lower.
I felt every ridge of his abs. My fingers bumped over the V ridge above his groin before hitting his erect manhood.
His hand fell away, and I curled around his dick.
So thick. The tips of my fingers were inches away from brushing the tip of my thumb.
I stroked him from base to tip, wondering if he’d be the kind of knot I’d barely feel, or the kind that would push the boundaries of my insides.
“You’re wearing too much.” Dixon suddenly dropped to his knees, and I whimpered when his cock was pulled from my hand. He looked up at me, thick lashes over eyes that now appeared pale blue with silver glitter. “Don’t worry,” he smirked, “you’re about to have more than you can handle.”