Chapter 28
DYLAN
It’s mid-morning, and Anita is going into full-blown heat right in front of us.
I’ve read about heats, heard other Alphas talk about them in locker rooms and bars, describing them in crude terms that never felt quite right. But experiencing it firsthand with my Omega is utterly different from anything I imagined.
They’re gradual for most Omegas, from what I’ve learned from books and articles. Building slowly over hours or even a full day, giving everyone time to prepare and adjust.
But she hasn’t said anything about feeling off until now, hasn’t mentioned any symptoms or warning signs, and I realize with stunning clarity that the signs were there all along. We just didn’t recognize them for what they were.
Her addictive scent getting exponentially stronger every day.
The way she melted into Slater’s arms at the spa, completely losing control.
How she couldn’t stop herself with Jasper last night at the drive-in.
How frantic she was with Mason and me during training yesterday, her body responding to our every touch like she was starving.
We were seeing all the signs but were just too damn caught up in our own feelings to connect the dots.
I guess I was too captivated by how fast I’m falling for her to notice the pattern. How consumed I am by her and the need for her in my life.
But now, watching her tremble violently in the shower, seeing the desperate need written all over her beautiful face, the fear mixing with desire in her eyes, I’m sold on her. On us. On everything this means.
This is a done deal in my mind. She’s ours. We’re hers. Forever. And experiencing her first heat with us feels like a sacred ritual, a blessing, and something I never thought I’d have.
My heart is racing, my hands are shaking, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
We’re all inside her massive shower now, the one we built for an Omega, the one that can easily fit ten people comfortably.
It’s all natural stone in varying shades of gray and cream, with two large showerheads mounted on opposite walls, stone benches built into either side at the ideal sitting height, and enough space that we’re not cramped even with five fully grown bodies.
She’s stunning naked. Full breasts with dusky pink nipples that are already hard from arousal and the temperature.
A soft stomach that I want to kiss and worship for hours.
Hips that are absolutely perfect for gripping while I drive into her.
Strong thighs that I want wrapped around me as I make her scream my name.
She’s glistening everywhere with water and slick, her skin flushed that gorgeous pink color from her growing need.
She’s clinging to Slater desperately right now, her mouth on his chest, kissing and licking the water from his skin, her nails dragging down his defined abs hard enough to leave red marks.
Damn, but I love seeing her this hungry for us.
I move to stand directly behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, drawing her up and flush against my chest. She fits so sweetly against me. Then I sink slowly to my knees on the wet stone floor, bringing her with me.
Mason is immediately at her left side without needing instruction, his lips finding the curve of her neck, one large hand kneading her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Jasper mirrors him on the right side, his mouth on her other shoulder, his hand sliding confidently between her thighs, fingers teasing through her folds, and she’s absolutely gushing with slick.
She’s moaning, continuously, her hand reaching out blindly for Slater’s impressive erection as he stands in front of her.
I slide my aching hardness between her thighs, where her slick is flowing freely and abundantly. The sensation is incredible, impossibly hot and wet and slippery.
She moans louder, her whole body shuddering in my arms, and she’s grabbing back at my shaft with one hand, her fingers wrapping around me, trying to guide me where she needs me most.
“So greedy already,” I whisper against her ear, kissing the spot just below it. “I love it. Love how desperate you are for us. How hungry.”
“Need you,” she whimpers.
“Come down on your knees for me,” I say, holding her firmly as she gets onto her knees, with me still behind her.
“Now lean forward just a bit, gorgeous,” I instruct gently, and when she does, bracing one hand on the wet stone floor for balance, I position myself carefully at her entrance and push just the tip inside her.
She cries out sharply, the sound echoing beautifully off the stone walls. The other three are just watching, groping their cocks, enjoying seeing her fall apart. “Please give it to me! I can’t stop thinking about you deep inside me, filling me, taking this unbearable ache away. Dylan!”
Hearing my name fall from her lips like that breaks whatever control I was trying to maintain.
I grip her hips and plunge in fully with one powerful, claiming thrust.
She screams in pure pleasure, her voice bouncing off every surface. The guys have their hands moving faster on their own erections, clearly loving the sight of her being claimed like this.
“Just stunning,” Mason murmurs.
She’s on her hands and knees now, hips raised high for me in that perfect arch, and she’s sucking me in deeper.
I give her fast, hard thrusts, exactly what she’s begging for with each cry, and she’s calling out for more with every single stroke.
“More, more, please don’t stop, harder.”
But I know what she truly needs beyond just this. All of us. Together. At the same time.
I sweep an arm under her stomach and help her kneel upright in front of me, still buried deep inside her. The angle shifts, hitting something that makes her cry out even louder.
The other guys immediately move closer, their hands all over her body, touching her everywhere they can reach.
Mason and Jasper get to their knees on either side of her.
Mason takes her left breast in his mouth, Jasper the right, their tongues working her nipples while their hands roam her sides, her stomach, her thighs.
That’s when she reaches out desperately for Slater’s hardness with both hands as he remains standing in front of her. “I need this.”
“Listen to our greedy girl,” Slater says, but there’s pure affection in his voice. “You’ll have us, Omega. Every single one of us. We’re yours completely.”
He steps even closer, and she hungrily takes him into her mouth without hesitation, swallowing him down, and he’s growling, head rolling back.
I watch in absolute awe as she services him expertly, sucking him deeper, while I continue claiming her from behind, increasing my pace.
She leans forward to take even more of Slater, and I adjust my angle, driving in harder, hitting that spot inside her that makes her moan around his cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers digging into her hips. “I can’t get enough of you. Could do this every day for the rest of my life and still want more.”
“She’s extraordinary,” Jasper breathes, his hands still worshipping her breast.
“Anita,” Slater commands, his hand gentle in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm.
“I know you have doubts about this. About us. About packs in general after what your last one did to you. But we will never abandon you, never leave you alone during your heat or any other time. You will always be with us, always be cherished.”
She makes an approving sound around him, and the vibration travels through his entire body, clear by the way Slater groans and grips her hair tighter.
“We’re starting completely fresh,” Jasper adds, moving even closer so she can feel all of us surrounding her. “As far as we’re concerned, we’re the only pack that matters. The only one you’ll ever think about again.”
She releases Slater with a gasp and immediately reaches for both Jasper’s and Mason’s cocks, and they waste no time getting to their feet around her, while I’m still driving into her relentlessly from behind.
She takes Jasper into her mouth next, her hand firmly grasping Mason’s length, stroking him with purpose.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Jasper encourages. “Take what you need from us. We’re all here for you.”
It’s like she can’t get enough, as if she’s been starving her entire life and is determined to devour all of us, never quite satisfied, always reaching out for more.
When she releases Jasper and moves to Mason, taking him between her lips with an eagerness that makes him curse colorfully, I increase my pace even more.
My fingers move to the front of her body, finding her swollen, sensitive clit and circling with firm, deliberate pressure.
“That’s it, Anita,” I encourage, feeling her starting to tense all over. “Every single one of us belongs to you.”
It doesn’t take long at all. She’s already so wound up, so desperate, so close to the edge. She releases Mason’s cock with a gasp and screams, her whole body convulsing violently as she comes apart in my arms.
Her back arches beautifully, her inner walls clenching around me, squeezing so hard I see stars.
“Fuck,” I groan, barely holding on to my own control. “You’re so gorgeous when you come.”
She’s gushing more slick now, and it’s running down both our thighs.
She collapses back against my chest, breathing heavily, trembling like a leaf, and I carefully pull out and immediately hold her, kissing the side of her face, her temple, her cheek.
“Oh God,” she gasps between heaving breaths. “I needed that release so badly, but it’s not enough. Why won’t this ache stop?”
“Because you’re in full heat, little Omega,” Slater explains gently, crouching down to her level.
He’s already using the water and his hand to wash between her legs tenderly, carefully.
“It’s going to be like this for a while.
Days, probably. Maybe even longer since this is your first heat with your true mates. ”