Chapter 34
BLAIR
They love me.
I am loved.
It’s humbling to hear.
It’s not just about being their scent match.
There’s a deep, genuine respect I have for the three of them.
They responded to me and my trauma with patience, kindness, and more understanding that I could have ever imagined.
They want me for me, broken parts and all.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that our reunion triggered my Heat—being away from the pack made me physically ill, and now that I can drown in their scents again, my is more sensitive than it’s ever been.
After calling Piper and telling her I’ll be taking that extra week off I originally planned for, the four of us end up on the comfy couch in their living room. I lean against Ryland’s chest with my feet in Travis’ lap while Rowan gathers more nesting blankets.
Any other time, I would insist that I could do it all myself, but I’m addicted to my Alphas’ touches.
The thought of stepping away from them for even a moment makes my inner Omega anxious.
I don’t know what it is about Ryland running his fingers through my hair, but I can’t stop moaning at the tingles that dance along my scalp. Travis digs deeply into the arch of my foot with his thumb, massaging tension out.
Could being away from them for just a week make me this touch starved?
Rowan returns with a handful of blankets, many of them I’ve never seen before. He grins wickedly at me before depositing them on the couch and draping one over me.
“I’m never going to get up,” I murmur.
“You don’t have to,” Ryland says, his purr increasing. “Just stay here and feel good.”
The touches and their company are incredible—but the ache in my womb only grows, and it isn’t long before I’m whimpering. Sweat beads at my forehead, and my scent blossoms across the living room.
“Too much?” Travis asks me, his dark eyes knowing as he smirks. For good measure, he presses one more time against the arch of my foot, and I let out a strangled cry.
“You know it is,” I hiss, while Ryland groans behind me. I shift against him, and his hardness presses against my back.
I lock eyes with Rowan’s icy ones while he watches the scene, and something inside me snaps.
I need this.
Now.
“It’s starting,” I breathe. I kick the blanket off me and move out of Travis’s grasp and Ryland’s lap to sit up. Slick spills out of me, soaking my panties and sweatpants.
“Oh,” I gasp, my cunt clenching on nothing.
“Holy shit,” Rowan hisses. “She just got wetter. I can smell it.”
Travis and Ryland growl in approval while my nipples ache through the sweatshirt.
Without a second thought, I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor, exposing my chest to the three of them.
“They hurt,” I breathe, my inner Omega taking over. “They need to be sucked.”
Instantly, Ryland pulls me back into his lap. I face him and straddle him, my thighs bracketing his hips while I push my chest to him, whimpering. His lips descend onto one nipple while his fingers play with the other, and I grind shamelessly against him.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “I could come from this.”
Ryland groans while sucking my delicate skin into his mouth. I pull on his hair, and he thrusts his clothed cock against the crotch of my sweatpants. The friction sends a jolt straight to my clit, and I cry out.
“Good Omega,” Travis says, and my stomach flutters. “Push those tits in his mouth.”
“Fuck,” Rowan groans. “Fuck, I could come just watching this.”
Ryland switches his lips to my other nipple and pulls on the one he just sucked, hard.
I tilt my head back and scream. Every lick and suckle makes my clit throb, and soon, I’m bouncing on Ryland’s lap, giving Travis and Rowan a show.
My mind is hazy with pleasure, and I can only focus on the fire that’s licking up my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I choke out, surprised. “I’m going to come from you sucking on my tits, Alpha.”
He releases his mouth from my nipple and looks up with his sweet brown eyes. “Please,” he whispers.
I see stars.
I’ve never come like this before, just from my nipples being touched. I didn’t think it was possible, but my clit thrums and my core pulses as I soak my panties with slick.
“That’s it,” Travis croons. “That’s it, Omega. Just like that.”
Ryland lightly sinks his teeth into my skin, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can from me.
When I can see clearly again, I kiss him deeply and sloppily, licking the inside of his mouth until all I can taste is the earthy rain.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my lips. “Fuck, you’re such a good Omega. Such a fucking good girl.”
But the orgasm barely keeps me satiated. By the time I pull away from Ryland to scramble off his lap, my womb aches again, desperate to be filled.
“More,” I moan. “I need more.”
Strong hands help me shuck off my sweatpants and panties, and Travis helps undress me until I’m splayed out naked on the couch, my skin pink and my pussy soaked.
“Look at that,” Travis groans. “Look at that wet pussy. You need to be knotted, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I need to get filled.”
I want every single one of their knots. I want to be stretched open until it hurts, until each knot is locked into me so tightly that we’ll never separate.
Rowan watches me hungrily from the other section of the couch, while Ryland just stares down at my cunt. Travis sits behind me, stroking my hair while I lie on top of the nesting blankets.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he whispers, and I shiver. “So pretty on those blankets I made just for you.”
I moan. “Alpha,” I beg. “Please, please.”
“Didn’t know you were capable of begging,” Travis murmurs, still running his fingers through my hair. “But I also didn’t know you would be everything I dreamed of.”
He’s torturing me, and Rowan and Ryland just sit there, watching as he does it.
It makes me soak myself with slick.
“They’re waiting for my orders,” he adds, his voice dangerously low. “They know not to touch you until I give the okay. Because you were mine first.”
He tugs at my hair for emphasis, and I lift my hips with a silent cry.
I’m going to die if I don’t get fucked.
I’m nothing but a feral Omega that lives to be filled, and these Alphas somehow have the patience of saints.
I can see Rowan and Ryland’s erections through their sweatpants, and my mouth waters.
“You’re torturing me,” I accuse Travis, and he laughs.
The bastard actually laughs while my cunt weeps with need.
“You tortured me for a whole fucking year,” he hisses, then sharply slaps my breast. Already pink and puffy from Ryland’s mouth, fire dances across my nipple as my core throbs. “You’re lucky I don’t make you beg more.”
One more slap to my other breast, and my moan echoes throughout the living room.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last watching this,” Rowan moans. “She’s too fucking pretty like that.”
A wet spot of precome has formed on both Rowan and Ryland’s sweatpants, and my clit throbs with need.
I whine, helpless and at the mercy of the pack leader.
“Spread your cunt lips,” Travis orders. “Show them what they’re going to fill with cum.”
“Please,” I whine, abandoning all my shame.
“Do it.”
I lock eyes with Ryland as I spread myself open, showing him and his brother my most intimate area.
“Oh, sweet fuck,” Ryland whispers. “You’re so pink and pretty, baby.”
He works himself through his sweatpants, and my mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock in his palm.
I’m delirious. I’ll do anything they want just so I can take those cocks inside me.
Anything.
“You want three knots, Omega?” Travis whispers. “You think you can take all our cocks?”
“I know I can,” I hiss. “I need you. I need all three of you.”
“Then get on your hands and knees and stick that pretty ass out for us.”
It’s easy to obey him. Rolling off my back, I position myself the way he wants, watching as Travis stands to undress.
My mouth waters at the sight of him naked. I take in his broad chest and the intricate tattoos that cover his body then look down to his thick cock, the head already wet with precome.
The couch dips with weight, and I hum in pleasure when the blunt head of Travis’s cock pushes at my entrance.
“I’m taking you first this time,” he whispers. “Lean a little bit on the armrest, sweetheart. Show me more of that pretty pussy.”
With a moan, I stretch out and lean my forearms on the armrest while arching my back.
“Look at that,” Ryland chuckles. I glance back to see that he’s moved to the other section of the couch with Rowan, giving Travis space to take me.
It also gives him a front row seat to watch Travis slam his cock into me, stealing the air from my lungs.
I’m more than ready for him, though. There’s no pain as his cock fills me, only relief and pleasure while he thrusts.
He roars when he enters me, letting out a sound that makes me head spin. I’m drunk on his wood and smoke scent as Travis brutally fucks me, gripping my hips so hard I know his hands will leave bruises.
But this is what I needed after being away from him.
I can sense every ounce of his anger, frustration, and yearning as he takes me.
It only makes me want him more.
I push my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust, letting out groans of pleasure.
We fuck like we’ve been away from each other for years.
“You take it so well,” he praises me. “My pretty Omega, finally knowing where she belongs.”
I chance a glance back at him to see his broad chest covered with sweat, his face flushed, and his dark eyes unhinged as he claims me.
Rowan and Ryland watch, their sweats pulled down and their cocks out, jerking off to the sight of their pack leader claiming me.
Travis reaches down to where we’re joined and presses on my clit, and I keep my eyes locked on Rowan as a spurt of cum leaks from his cock while he watches me. Ryland fists his own cock with his lips parted, enjoying the sight of his pack leader taking me.
“She’s going to come,” Ryland groans. “I can see it on her face.”
“Damn right she is,” Travis growls, tapping my clit with the pad of his finger. “Come for us, now.”