Chapter 48
TESSA, RYDER, DIXON, MAC, & TRAY
ALTERNATING, FIRST PERSON
Tessa.
The mattress dipped as my other three Alphas joined Dixon and me on the bed.
They shifted, surrounded me with their gigantic bodies.
There was no escape, not that I ever wanted to leave them.
They weren’t intimidating, even though I felt tiny lying against the comforter at the center.
Ryder and Mac were on my right. Dixon and Tray were on my left.
My heart hammered so violently that I could taste my pulse, metallic and sweet on the back of my tongue.
The bathrobe still covered my most intimate parts, but Dixon snagged the edge of it, drawing it off my body, its material revealing and hiding different parts as it shifted.
When the last bit of its softness brushed my arm, my broody, muscled Alpha tossed it away.
It fell into a pile. I heard a muffled meow, and from the sound and direction, I knew Josie was beneath the bed. She liked to hide under there lately.
I was soaking the expensive bedding beneath me, both from my still-damp hair and the arousal-called slick that wouldn't stop flowing. My Omega aroma lingered around me like I’d sprayed an entire bottle of perfume on my skin.
I smelled different now, like happiness had a way of changing an Omega’s chemistry.
Still notes of jasmine and cedar. Still an undercurrent of vanilla.
But there was always more to it these days.
My emotions expressed themselves without fear, coming alive through my scent glands.
"Look at her," Dixon whispered, his voice reverent. "Just… goddamn.” He pushed his hand against the mattress, supporting himself as he leaned over to trace two fingers up the slit of my pussy. When he rocked back, he pushed those fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he savored my drippings. I shivered as I watched, my clit was hit with fresh tingling. I felt ravenous, like the shower orgasm hadn’t happened. Like I’d had zero pleasure, yet I wanted everything the world could offer me.
And I wanted it now. Once was never going to be enough.
I wanted to climax, over and over, until I was too exhausted to move.
Ryder moved to the head of the bed, then inched forward until his powerful thighs flanked my face.
He lifted his large, straight-as-an-arrow cock and brushed the glazed tip against my lips.
I looked up and back at him, darting my tongue out to lick the precum.
He pulled back, leaning down to hover his face above mine but upside-down.
When he traced my lips with his thumb, I felt like I might fall apart.
"You're trembling."
"I want this so much it hurts," I admitted, my voice barely audible.
Mac rubbed his hand up my thigh. I flashed a look at him, and his hazel eyes were roving over every inch of my naked figure.
“Who’s first?” Ryder breathed out the question and I realized we’d never discussed that. How do you pick? Who decides?
“Are you asking me?” I didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t make me choose.
“Lady’s choice,” he murmured.
Ryder.
Say, me. Say, I’m first. I thought the words so fiercely that I was sure everyone could read my damn mind.
It wasn’t fair to make her choose. I knew that.
But I was fucking selfish.
“Tessa, anything you say will be okay.” This from Mac. Fucking Mac, always so reasonable. Always so goddamn honorable.
“Are you sure?” She looked so small now, so anxious. Dammit, I did that to her. I wanted her to enjoy this. I didn’t want her to be wrapped up in her head, worried about hurting one of us.
“You can’t pick wrong, Tessa,” I forced out the words, trying to mean them. “We’re yours. You’re ours. We all have a lifetime with you.”
“Okay,” she breathed out, brow scrunching, “Dixon.”
Fuck, when she said his name, my insides shattered.
“Dixon, then Mac.” She kept hitting me, one bullet at a time. “Tray after…” Her beautiful, bright fucking blue eyes darted up to me. “Ryder last. Ryder… it’s full circle, isn’t it? Mate with me last, Ryder. Bring us all together. It’s because of you I’m here.”
Just like that, she stitched me back together again. My wounds closed. My hurt faded.
Jesus fucking Christ, I loved this woman.
Dixon.
First. Fucking first.
I’d never had performance anxiety, but I goddamn did right now.
I moved between her legs, my heart hammering in my chest. I'd been dreaming of this moment since I first caught her scent. My cock throbbed painfully, desperate for the soaked heat of her pussy.
"Take a breath," I whispered, positioning myself at her entrance. Her wetness coated my tip as I pressed forward, watching her face carefully.
Tessa's eyes widened as I began to push inside. "Oh," she gasped, her fingers digging into my forearms.
"I've got you," I promised, easing in another inch. Fuck, she was tight, squeezing me like a vise. "Tell me if it's too much."
She bit her lip, nodding as I continued my slow invasion. When I met resistance, I paused, watching her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths.
"I’m okay," she breathed out, voice cracking. "Keep going."
I sunk the final inches into her with one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Tessa whimpered, her back arching off the bed. I stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust to my size.
"This is definitely different from a dildo," she breathed, her inner walls fluttering around me.
“I should hope so,” I growled, beginning to slowly pull myself out. At halfway, I pushed inward again. She moaned, slapping her hand over her mouth.
“No, none of that.” Ryder pulled her hand away from her parted lips, his fingers locking around her wrist and keeping it against the bed above her head. Mac took Tessa’s other arm, doing the same.
“Tray, help.” I forced out the two words, knowing he’d understand. The pressure was already building in my cock. Goddammit, I always lasted longer than this, but she felt better than any groupie pussy.
Tray laid down on his side next to Tessa. His hand ventured between us until he found her swollen, pink folds. He slipped between, rubbing firm circles around her clit. She fluttered her lashes.
“Oh… oh, God.” Her voice took on a raspy quality, yet still girlish and so damn sexy.
“Oh, Dixon.” I corrected, wrapping one large hand around her plump breast and giving it a sharp squeeze.
“Fuck, Dixon,” she parroted before moaning so loudly I was sure the neighbors would hear us.
That sound was enough to send me over the edge.
My knot swelled, locking into her and scorching cum exploded from my dick.
I held myself above her with one hand, Tray working her into her own frenzy.
She cried out, writhing against the bed, fighting to get her arms free so she could cover her scream. But Mac and Ryder kept her imprisoned.
Mac.
Tessa’s Omega scent was explosive now, amplified by still being in heat and finally knotting with one of her matches.
Being around her since that moment in the pack suite that had ended with Tray building an enormous, cozy pillow foot had been a fresh brand of torture.
Four Alphas in rut trying to keep it together for an Omega who needed soothing was a recipe for hormonal explosion.
We’d all done it though. We’d fucking kept it together, dammit.
Ryder and I released her wrists, she automatically pulled her hands to her chest, crossing them as if she might die of ecstasy.
I watched as Dixon, knot subsided, pulled out of Tessa.
He rolled to the side, shuffling far enough away to give the rest of us maneuvering room.
When he stopped moving—flat on his back, long legs extended and feet hanging over the mattress edge—his expression melted into one of pure satisfaction.
His breathing was heavy, sweat glistening on his pale skin, but he looked happier than he’d looked in years.
My own cock throbbed painfully, waiting for its turn with our Omega. Part of me wished we were able to have some privacy. I wanted to gaze at Tessa without anyone else in the room. But I also knew how important it was that we claimed her this way. As a pack, truly becoming one.
Tessa’s hair fanned out around her, a halo of dark curls.
Her cheeks were pinked with pleasure, eyes half-closed, body still trembling from her second release courtesy of Tray’s nimble fingers.
I moved closer, eyes sharp as I studied her, needing to make sure she was truly ready for more.
I hated that part of me didn’t want to ask, that part of me didn’t care if she could handle my body.
I needed her in a painful, heartbreaking way.
"Tessa," I cooed, swiping glistening sweat from her forehead. "Are you okay to continue?"
What if she was too sore? What if her virgin body couldn’t take such an intense introduction into love making? Fuck, I’d explode.
After a heartbeat of rapid blinking, her Grecian blue eyes focused on me. Fuck, they pierced through my soul.
"Yes," she whispered, voice hoarse. "It felt… it felt amazing. I’m not sure how to describe it. My body feels like it’s floating. Please, Mac. More.” That last word was a plead, her tone sensuous and begging.
Her raw need sent heat surging through me.
I moved my body over her, placing knees on other side of her slender hips.
I leaned to slide my hands under her upper body before gently pulling her into a seated position in front of me.
Her breasts pressed against my upper thighs, my dick trailing between them.
She looked down at my cock, licked her lips, and then suddenly she was pushing her mouth over my tip, swallowing me up like I wasn’t nine inches of pulsating thickness.
She choked a little as she worked her way towards the base, eyes widening and watering.
But she was determined. Stubborn Tessa. Beautiful, stubborn Tessa.