29. Avery
Avery
B y the time the guys and I swung back by to get my things, we didn’t have much time before Cohen would get home from work.
Arden was already waiting on the porch when we arrived, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.
“I take it that the gift was a success?” he teased.
“Were you in on this, too?” I asked, my heart beating a little faster as he came forward. Marjoram and vanilla swirled around me and I couldn’t help but get lost in his striking brown eyes for a moment. Arden was handsome, but it was the way he held himself that I loved the most. He was always so sure of himself, confident, and never in a cocky way.
He was the first to break, lowering his lips to mine. I sank into the kiss, my knees buckling slightly, but his hand on my lower back kept me pressed to him and upright.
The way he kissed me was so possessive and hungry that it made the entire world fade away until all that was left was the feel of him, his scent, and the need that boiled inside me.
When he finally pulled away, he held me at arm’s length, taking me in from head to toe.
“You look gorgeous today. I might even say delicious,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick his kiss-swollen lips, eyes darkening as they roamed over me.
“That was the plan,” I teased, giving him a smirk before turning and heading inside. I could feel all of their eyes on me now—or more specifically, on my ass—as I walked up the stairs and into the house.
“Are you guys coming?” I called back, giggling as they all moved forward, practically running after me.
Just being chased had me running faster, anticipation building as I made my way up the stairs and toward the main suite that I’d slept in last time.
The pounding of their footsteps on the hardwood urged me forward, but instead of continuing to run, I sprawled out on the bed, waiting for them to come in.
All three of my alphas came to a halt, alpha pheromones filling the air as they took me in.
Mason crossed his arms as he looked down at me, shaking his head.
“Did you just run from three alphas who are dying to fuck you? I don’t know if that was a good choice or a dangerous one, omega,” he warned.
“You wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do,” I replied, the confidence in my voice bringing smiles to their faces.
They knew I’d been holding back, and this was their first glimpse at me not letting my fears get in the way. I did trust them, and I was finally showing them how much.
“I don’t know if Cohen would appreciate walking into this scene, but I don’t know if I can wait,” Arden said, his voice now husky.
He moved forward, his hands balled into tight fists as he took in every inch of me. The look in his eyes was nearly feral, his calm and collected disguise falling apart in front of me. There was something delicious about an alpha losing his tight grip on control.
My pussy throbbed in response, my body needing him more than I needed air at the moment.
It seemed he wanted me just as much, the bulge in his pants sending a fresh wave of slick running down my thighs.
This was a true test, one where I could see if they were going to let me take the lead, if they were going to make sure that I was just as satisfied and not tell me only how to please them.
It seems I shouldn’t have worried, all three of my alphas were moving around me, Arden at my feet, and Mason and Ford on either side.
“Are you finally going to let us have you, omega?” Mason asked as his fingers trailed along my temple, down my cheek, and over my neck before squeezing my shoulder gently.
My eyelids fluttered closed and I let out a small sigh as I basked in the feeling of his touch. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed this simple, intimate connection.
Though, my body had never reacted quite like this.
“Yes, please,” I whined, my omega so close to the edge now that there was no going back.
Not that I wanted to…
This was exactly where I wanted… no, needed , to be.
Arden was the first to move, his hands running up my calves and over my thighs, pushing my dress up as he went until he’d exposed my matching pink panties.
The dress I picked was a soft, blush pink. It hugged my curves, showcasing my cleavage and long legs. It was cropped in the middle, my stomach exposed and small ties holding it together on the hips. The fabric was flexible enough that he was able to push it up easily. It had the exact effect I wanted, to drive my mates wild enough that we all gave in to the tension brewing between us.
Mason was meticulous, undressing me slowly and delicately as if he didn’t want to harm my dress or scare me, I wasn’t sure which.
Goosebumps broke out along my skin as cool air hit me. I lifted up just enough for him to pull the dress fully over my head.
Instead of tossing it aside, he laid it across the couch so I could wear it later, unwrinkled and pristine.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Mason breathed out, eyes transfixed on my lacy bra. His fingers ghosted over the fabric, my nipples peaking underneath at the gentle touch, back arching into him, demanding more.
“She’s so responsive,” Ford purred, the low rumble sending a fresh wave of heat through me, slick seeping down my legs and filling the room with my scent.
Three matching growls filled the air and the alphas moved in a flurry, shedding their own clothes. My mouth dried as I took them in, three alphas with three distinct physiques. Mason was all hard muscles and bronzed skin, Ford was more lean, freckles and tattoos covering his pale skin, and Arden was strong muscles and a dark smattering of hair.
Fuck, if I wasn’t convinced before, I was now. I needed them. Now.
My hands moved on their own, fingers wrapping around Mason and Ford since Arden was out of reach. He simply watched my hands on them before parting my thighs, spreading me open and staring at the apex of my thighs where I knew my desire was soaking through my panties.
I expected him to pull them free, but instead he pushed his nose against the thin fabric, breathing in my scent like he couldn’t help himself.
His low, rumbling purr turned into a fierce noise that sent shocks of pleasure through me, my panties soaking further.
His warm tongue pressed against me, the feeling forcing a whimper from my lips as a jolt shocked through me, I couldn’t help but grind on his face, demanding he touch me, as my fists pumped over the other two alphas furiously.
I was so desperate that I could barely register the thoughts, my body functioning on pure need and instinct.
Yet, I was aware. There was no fog, only their mixed scents, the pheromones of our mixed arousal, and the feel of them claiming me inch after inch. This was natural and perfect, nothing like I’d experienced before.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” Mason groaned. He and Ford both were thrusting into my tight fists, their breath coming out in desperate huffs.
“Give me your hand,” Ford begged. I let go of him and he wrapped his fingers around mine, guiding me down to my panties and pushing them down as he guided my fingers to my pussy.
Together, we slid through my slick, lubing up my fingers and palm. The pressure on my clit had me letting out a keening whine, the need for release nearly painful now.
Ford rubbed our joined hands over my pussy a few more times, my hips bucking into it, legs quaking at the relief.
Then Arden was pulling us away and ripping my panties off. I couldn’t care less what happened to them, the tearing telling me they were done either way.
Ford guided my slick-laced palm back to his cock, this time the slide so much easier. Mason didn’t do the same, his own hand finding my slick, pumping two fingers into my core as Arden positioned himself above me, moving around Mason’s hand to latch onto my clit.
A scream tore out of me at the overwhelming pleasure, vision blurring slightly and muscles tensing, though I was still aware enough to release Mason when his hand found mine, spreading my slick over himself before letting me take over again.
Now that they were both covered in my slick, something that filled my omega with pride, the movements were smoother. That left me to focus more on the feel of Arden feasting on my needy cunt.
He set a pace of sucking hard on my clit, while two fingers pumped furiously into me, the movements rough enough to keep me careening forward.
When my movements faltered, Mason wrapped his hand around mine, guiding me and tightening my grip. I was so turned on by them all that it was hard to remember to breathe.
All I knew was pure, white-hot pleasure and the satisfaction from my omega at being cared for so thoroughly by her mates.
“I need you, gorgeous, can I have you now?” Arden asked, voice pure grit and gravel as he kneeled between my legs, his massive cock gripped in his fist, positioned inches away from my pussy. I was so close to coming I knew that this was going to be pure bliss.
“Yes,” I begged, parting my legs further. His eyes fluttered closed as he teased the swollen head of his cock through my slick, rubbing himself over every inch of my pussy, gathering the slick, before pressing himself into my entrance.
Arden was slow, but relentless, as he pushed forward, not stopping until he was fully seated inside of me.
The stretch was insane, my body slick and ready for him, but his size alone took several deep breaths before the stinging subsided.
When it did, I could only beg nonsensically for more.
Ford and Mason both groaned at the sight.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous for us, Princess,” Ford said, pumping my fist over him even faster. “I’m going to paint those beautiful tits in my cum.”
“Yes,” I agreed, licking my lips and turning to face him.
Ford was gorgeous. Pale skin colored in tattoos, platinum blond hair shaggy and falling over his sweaty forehead. His muscles were tight, the planes rough as he fucked my hand.
His teeth were gripping his lower lip as he watched me, ready to blow his load just from the feel of my hand and the sight of me being fucked by my alpha.
Ford’s eyes rolled back as he slammed forward one last time, shifting so he was true to his words, ropes of hot cum hitting my chest and chin. Each line of his release seared into my skin, sending a fresh wave of slick where Arden and I were joined.
“Look at me,” Mason demanded, voice strained. He was so tense the muscles in his neck were bulging, eyes dark and locked onto me, watching as Ford rubbed his cum into my skin, coating my nipples and marking me.
“Fuck,” Mason growled, my fingers gripping him in what had to be a painful hold, but he was loving it. Continuing to fuck me as he whispered how perfect I was. “So good for us, omega. You’re making your alphas fall apart for you, marking you. You’re going to take his knot like a good omega, right?”
“Yes,” I breathed out as Arden finally started to move. He must have been working hard to keep his knot down, because the moment he was fucking me, slick easing the way, his knot started to swell.
If I thought it was a tight fit before, it had nothing on the pressure of his knot.
My gasp of pain had Ford moving, head diving between us so his tongue could lap at my clit, urging me to relax and give into my alpha.
“Come with me,” Mason urged. “Now.”
My body complied as Ford latched onto my clit, sucking hard. There was no stopping it as my orgasm finally hit. The pleasure stole my breath as it swirled through me, my body shaking and pussy gripping down on Arden’s knot. He groaned as my pussy pulsed around him, refusing to let him move and simply marking him in my own way.
Mason groaned, the sound the only warning before he was also painting my chest, his hand immediately rubbing it into my skin, marking me just as thoroughly as Ford had done.
“Fuck,” Arden protested, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully as he started to move again, knot locking us together as he tried to thrust, even if it was shallow.
“Fill me,” I begged. “I need yours, too.”
Arden clenched his teeth, eyes moving to my neck like he wanted to claim me but wouldn’t let himself. I was grateful. This was one step, that was another.
With one last thrust, Arden was yelling out my name as he filled me, the warmth of his seed painting my inner walls and locking it in.
He collapsed over me, his breathing ragged as his fingers dove between us where Ford had been moments ago. His fingers were gentle, but forceful, easing me straight into another release.
My cries were just as ragged as his breathing, thighs clenching around his hips as my body stiffened, the new release a mix of pleasure and pain before I collapsed on the bed.
I was boneless now, unable to move, but completely satiated. I’d never been so thoroughly and wonderfully fucked.
This omega was officially ruined for anyone but her pack.