Chapter 16 #2
“Francine?” says Keiran, his voice strained. “What’s happening?”
“I need to go home,” I whisper through clenched teeth, humiliation burning nearly as hot as the fire in my veins.
Four alphas tower above me, their scents thickening the air until it’s hard to breathe through anything but open-mouthed pants.
“Please... just help me get to my apartment. I can handle this alone.”
My body is literally screaming to be fucked and knotted right now. But while I still have my sanity, I need to push them away.
“I believe that’s a terrible idea,” he says with concern in his voice. “We need to make sure you're okay before you leave this house. That would be a complete negligence on our part. We can take care of you.”
“It’s dangerous for an omega to be alone during a heat this intense,” Elias adds. “You need proper care.”
A particularly vicious cramp twists through me, and I curl tighter into myself, trying to relieve the pressure between my thighs. My pussy clenches desperately around nothing, producing more slick that soaks through my leggings to puddle on the hardwood floor beneath me.
My focus sharpens enough to really look at them, to see the physical effect my heat is having.
All four alphas are sporting massive erections as they all look at me on the ground panting for a knot.
The air is thick with their pheromones, their alpha scents growing stronger in response to my omega heat.
Kieran steps forward and kneels before me, his movements careful as if approaching a frightened animal. His large hand reaches out to touch my forehead, and I can’t help leaning into his cool palm with a whimper.
“You’re in heat,” he says, the words falling between us like stones. “A strong one. How long have you been in pain?”
“All night,” I whisper, knowing he hates me, and I pull back. “It’s only getting worse right now, but I know I can handle it, Kieran.”
“We can help you, Francine,” he says softly, trying to be gentle with me after literally giving me the silent treatment after our horrible dinner.
I probably look pathetic in their eyes right now. I’m sweating, trembling with slick, soaking visibly through my leggings. I never want him to see me like this.
“I don’t need your help,” I cry out, sobbing. I try to crawl away into the far corner of the room, watching them and daring them to come close. I feel like a feral omega right now, but I have my pride. I don’t trust Kieran at all, and he’ll hold this against me.
“But you do, Francine,” says Kieran with desperation in his voice.
“Listen, I know you hate me,” I whisper, as more tears spill down my cheeks. “I know I complicate things for your pack. I don’t want to lose my job, Kieran, because I need the money. I need…” My voice breaks on a sob. “I’ll go right now.”
“Francine,” Kieran says, and there’s something in his tone that makes me look up despite myself. His expression is pained, almost anguished. “I don’t hate you at all. Is that what you think?”
I can’t answer, can only stare at him through tear-blurred eyes as another wave of heat crashes through me. My belly clenches so hard that my back arches off the floor, a moan escaping my lips before I can stop it.
“Yes…”
“Listen to me,” Kieran says urgently, moving closer.
“I’ve been fighting this from the moment we met.
I have a problem letting down my guard and letting people get too close.
But knowing you’re suffering... I can’t stand it, Francine.
Let me help you. Let me take care of you. Let me make love to you.”
Am I hallucinating this?
“The restaurant...” I manage to say through another wave of cramping. “You were so angry when I asked about your parents.”
Kieran winces visibly. “I’m sorry for that. It’s a painful subject, and I reacted badly. I wish things had gone differently that night, I swear. I promise I don’t hate you.”
His hand reaches out to stroke my hair, pushing sweat-dampened strands away from my face. The gentle touch sends sparks of pleasure through my oversensitized skin.
A sudden whimper escapes me.
“Please,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Let me make it up to you. Let me help you through this heat. I can knot you, ease the pain. If you’ll have me.”
My pussy clenches at his words. The thought of our sweaty, hot bodies colliding and me riding him wildly causes a stream of slick to seep from my pussy.
A leader of a pack actually wants to knot me.
I feel slick running down the inside of my thighs, pooling beneath me on the floor. My pussy clenches desperately, and I press my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing emptiness.
“He’s not the only option,” Drake says quietly from behind Kieran. “We can all help you. Whatever combination you want.”
The implication that I could have all four of them, that they would share me, take turns knotting me through my heat, makes my head spin.
“I don’t want to lose my job,” I whisper. “I need this position.”
“Your job is safe,” Kieran promises. “No matter what happens, you’ll still be Nora’s nanny. If that’s what you want.”
We lock eyes, and I look for any signs of him lying to me just to sleep with me. But all I see is sincerity in his eyes.
“He’s telling the truth,” says Rowan in a low voice. “When Kieran says something, he means it.”
I curl up tighter as another wave of cramps strikes through my body, and I cry out. “Fine! I need help. Please, Kieran.”
“I’m going to take such good care of you. We all are,” he growls possessively, which sends shivers down my spine. Drake and Rowan move closer, their movements suddenly predatory.
“I’ve never been in heat before,” I say quietly, and Elias removes his glasses, touching himself through his pants. I’ve never been up close to alphas like this before, especially not around horny ones.
“It’s because you found your true alphas,” Elias explains, his voice hoarse. “Your body knows we’re compatible. It’s preparing you to be claimed.”
The pain gets worse, and I’m suddenly on my side on the floor, lying there in pain.
Kieran's large hands roam over my spine. “I need to check how compatible we really are,” he says, his voice rough with need. “And I need to scent you properly.”
He suddenly lifts my right leg, opening me so he can press his face against the soaked fabric between my thighs. I gasp as his nose nuzzles against my pussy ever so slowly while holding my leg up tightly.
My face heats when he takes a long, deep whiff of my ever-wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, the curse vibrating against my pussy hole. “You smell divine.”
My body responds with another gush of slick, and Kieran growls in approval, his nostrils flaring as he breathes me in deeply.
“Drake,” he calls. “Come smell our omega. Tell me what you think.”
Drake doesn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees beside Kieran. He bends to press his face where Kieran’s just been, his green eyes closing in ecstasy as he inhales. His nose nuzzles between my pussy folds through the leggings, and I clench as more slick seeps out.
“Perfect,” he groans, his voice muffled against my leggings. “Fucking perfect.”
“She’s a scent match for sure,” he says, his voice taking on a feral edge as he widens my leg further. “She’s made for our pack if she’ll have us after this.”
Oh god, I think. Is he seriously offering me to be their omega permanently? I make sure not to give any indication of an answer right now. He can’t be serious just based on my scent alone.
Rowan and Elias move in closer, their expressions hungry as they gather behind me.
I feel their faces press against my ass, their deep inhalations as they breathe in my scent.
The feeling of four alphas smelling me, cataloging my scent, approving me as their omega sends a fresh wave of slick flooding from my core.
“She smells like...” Rowan starts, then stops, seemingly unable to find the words.
“Like ours,” Elias finishes for him, his voice reverent.
Their collective arousal fills the room with thick alpha pheromones, their scents mingling together in a symphony that makes my omega brain sing with recognition.
A growl rumbles through Kieran’s chest as he leans forward again, this time extending his tongue to lick a broad stripe up the center of my leggings. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue through the thin fabric makes me cry out in shock.
My hips buck involuntarily for him to fill me.
“Taste even better than you smell,” he mutters, licking me again with more pressure. The fabric of my leggings grows wetter with each pass of his tongue, a combination of my slick and his saliva making the thin material cling to every fold of my pussy.
Elias makes a choked sound. “Kieran, she’s a virgin. Be careful.”
“A virgin omega,” Kieran growls, his eyes flashing yellow as he looks up at me. The sight is terrifying and thrilling. His human features sharpen, becoming more wolf-like as his control slips. “Our virgin omega. Elias hold her leg.”
Elias grips my thigh, holding me open for Kieran.
With a sudden, savage movement, he grips my leggings and tears them open, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room. A collective gasp rises from all four alphas as they stare at my most intimate place.
“Fuck,” Drake breathes, his eyes wide. “No panties?”
My face burns with embarrassment. “I... I was in a hurry this morning. Didn’t think...”
“You’ve been walking around our home all day with nothing under these leggings?” Kieran demands, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “Your bare pussy was behind just a thin layer of fabric away from us?”
I nod, unable to speak as fresh slick leaks from me, visible now to their hungry gazes.
“Look how wet she is,” Rowan murmurs, his quiet voice thick with want. “Her pussy’s dripping for us.”
Kieran’s finger traces the outer lips of my pussy, gathering slick and making me squirm. His cool finger feels so fucking good against the hot folds of my pussy.
“So perfect,” he whispers, almost to himself. “So ready to be claimed.”
His eyes meet mine, burning with an intensity that steals my breath. “I want to be the one to take your virginity, Francine,” he grunts. “To be the first inside you. Would you like that? Would you like me to break you in today?”
“No,” I say, and his eyes darken.