Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Riley
We—well, mostly the alphas, I’m practically dead from all the fucking—discuss how the heat is going while Sage is blissfully asleep. It’s been two days, and she’s showing no signs of slowing. I don’t know how they’re still going.
I feel like my dick is about to fall off, and my shoulders and legs have never been so sore.
Betas weren’t made for this.
I think I need to start working out.
I doze on and off while Sage sleeps, and the alphas take the opportunity to get more food and water.
“You good, Sour Patch?” Vee whispers. Her fingers on my scalp are decadent and if I could purr, it’d be the loudest beta purr she’s ever heard.
“Dead,” I mumble, and Brooks rumbles a soft chuckle from Sage’s other side.
“Rest,” Vee says.
Unfortunately, that’s about when Sage starts to stir. She’s not quite awake yet, but her hands start petting the hair on Brooks’ chest, and we all tense as we wait to see if she’ll fall back asleep, or wake and request more.
“I can’t,” I whine. Of course, I’ve already said that three times, but as soon as our omega turns her pretty, pleading face on me, I’m done for.
And it turns out, I can: For her, I can every single time.
I’d facepalm if I wasn’t so tired. Gotta save my strength.
Sage opens eyes that are significantly more lucid than they have been for days, and we all crowd around her.
“Hi, Petal,” Brooks says, and Sage smiles up at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she practically purrs, stretching her arms above her head and arching like a cat. “Happy.”
We all freeze, staring at her, but she doesn’t seem to notice. My heart skips a beat at her words, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Does she not realize how significant that is? That not only is she happy, but she’s happy during a heat?
Brooks clears his throat, but his voice is still raspy with emotion when he speaks. “I’m so glad to hear that, Sage. Think you can manage some food and a bath?”
She frowns. “Only if you come with me.”
Now we’re frowning, too. I don’t think our tub can fit him in addition to another person, no matter how tiny that person is.
“Of course I’ll come, and maybe Riley can get in the tub with you?”
I perk up. That actually sounds amazing. Soaking my sore muscles while soaping up our girl? Can do.
We manage to get her to eat a handful of blueberries, half a chocolate protein bar, a couple of her “nutritious candies” whatever the hell that is, and drink half a bottle of vitamin water before she starts turning her nose up.
“No, too full,” she says. “No more.”
Honestly, getting her to eat that much is a win.
Now she’s leaning back against my chest in the tub, and I swipe my soapy hands over her pert breasts.
She pushes them into my palms, and I heft their slight weight.
She’s filled out a little more in the weeks since moving in with us, but she’s still tiny.
Those other alphas were definitely not letting her eat enough.
I quickly change the trajectory of my thoughts before my scent sours, latching onto Vee’s words as she brings up a new topic from the opposite side of the bathroom.
“Is there anything we haven’t done so far during your heat that you want to do, Sage?”
She instantly flushes, pink streaking up her cheeks and down her neck. My eyes widen. There’s definitely something she wants.
“Ooooh, perfect omega. Please tell us, I need to know what’s turning you that pretty shade of pink,” I say, plumping her breasts as I lean forward to nip at her ear.
Her hair is piled in a messy bun on top of her head to avoid getting it wet, as there’s no way she’ll sit still long enough for us to wash or dry it.
Sage squirms in my lap, biting her lip. But then words are spilling out of her pouty mouth.
“I want you all together, too. Not just with me.”
“Who do you want to see together?” Vee asks, ever the practical one.
“You and Brooks,” Sage instantly replies.
I hum, maybe that’s the way to get answers out of her. Asking more specific questions.
“Who else?” I ask.
“You and Brooks,” she says again, this time referring to me instead of Neveah.
My eyes meet Brooks’ and I grin at him. He looks nervous, but he doesn’t need to be. If anyone should be nervous, it’s me. I’m the one who has to somehow accommodate that massive log between his legs.
“We can do that,” I say, stroking my hands down her waist to her hips.
“What else do you want us to do?”
“No more bath,” Sage says, rising to a wobbly stand between my legs and holding her arms out to Brooks.
I guess our moments of lucidity are done. Good thing we got her to eat earlier.
Brooks wraps her in a fluffy towel, but to our horror, her eyes turn glassy and her lower lip starts to wobble.
“What, Petal? What is it?” Brooks sounds frantic, and I don’t blame him.
“Hurts,” she says, batting at the towel.
He immediately unwraps her and she slumps, then starts swiping her hands at the water droplets covering her.
“I don’t like it,” she says, an omega whine underlying her voice. “No, it’s not right.”
I have no idea what to do, but she looks ready to have another breakdown, so I do the only thing I can think of. I step out from the tub and wrap my arms around her, then suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble on it.
Her whines quiet and her body relaxes into me, both of us dripping water all over the floor.
“Quick, grab me one of your t-shirts,” Vee whispers to Brooks. “One of the worn cotton ones.”
He steps out, his bulk having been blocking most of the bathroom, and Neveah moves forward to join us.
“I’m going to wipe Brooks’ scent all over you so you’re covered in it again, okay?”
Sage immediately straightens and holds her arms out straight like a scarecrow, her chin tilted up and legs spread so Neveah can reach every inch of her. I hold in a chuckle.
My alpha is a genius.
I grab a towel to quickly dry myself while Sage is distracted being “covered in Brooks’ scent” AKA getting dried off with the t-shirt he grabbed, and then we’re back in the nest.
“Alphas,” Sage demands. “Alphas together.”
Vee quirks a grin at Brooks, eyeing his hard and ready cock. I’m definitely ready for this show. I don’t think Brooks knows what he’s getting into.
“I don’t bottom,” Vee says, raising one sculpted eyebrow at him. “You okay with that, big guy?”
“I can handle you,” he rumbles, a challenge in his tone.
Ohhhhh boy. He’s in for it now.
“Alphas!” Sage shrieks, gaining all of our attention again as we turn to her with wide eyes. “Now.”
I have to slap my hand over my mouth to avoid laughing. I don’t think omegas normally demand that other people fuck during their heats, but I’m certainly not unhappy about this arrangement. Brooks lays on his back and curls two fingers at Vee.
“No,” Sage says, stopping us all in our tracks. “Not right.”
“What’s not—” Brooks attempts to stand, but Sage is scrambling over to him, much to his clear confusion. “Do you—”
She tugs at a blanket underneath him, and he rolls to allow her to rearrange it. Then she snags a couple pillows from next to her and places them along his side opposite from us.
“That one,” she says, pointing to one of the few purple pillows, and I scramble to get it for her.
She points to a couple more, and when I accidentally grab the wrong thing, she growls the cutest little omega growl. It’s all I can do not to grin, because she seems very serious about whatever this is.
Soon, Brooks is nearly buried in pillows on the side opposite us as well as around his head and legs. Sage has left a clear line of sight from her and me to him, though, and I have to appreciate her artistry.
She sits back on her heels, dazed eyes taking in our massive alpha surrounded by colorful fluff. He looks nervous, but she nods decisively, snags his hand with hers, and lays down about a foot away from him, still holding hands.
Brooks looks bewildered. It’s so god damn fucking cute I can’t handle it.
“Now,” Sage says, turning her eyes to Neveah, who quirks a brow at the demanding omega. “Now fuck.”
If she wasn’t in heat, she’d be getting the spanking of a lifetime for that tone. I kinda hope she tries it in the future. I’ve never watched Vee spank anyone else, only ever been on the receiving end.
None of us can say no to her though, so despite Sage trying to top the most dominant alpha I’ve ever met, Vee willingly concedes to her demands.
She steps over Brooks, straddling his hips as she sits down with his dick between them.
Brooks’ eyes are wide, heated with desire as his gaze roams Neveah’s curves.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” she croons, and Sage wiggles with excitement, her eyes locked on them.
They’ve captured my attention too, our possessive alphas.
Vee drags her nails across Brooks’ collarbones, then scrapes them over his nipples and down his chest to his navel.
He shivers and clenches his jaw, the muscles in his neck flexing.
Then a hoarse moan breaks from his throat when Vee circles a firm hand around his cock, squeezing it once before lining him up and sinking down on him.
She groans in appreciation, lifting and dropping down to take more of him, and Brooks’ entire body clenches, his grip tight on Neveah’s hips.
Sage hums and her perfume explodes around us.
Then she makes grabby hands at me, and I realize if those two are fucking…
That leaves me to keep our omega busy. I almost groan.
My poor cock. But then Sage opens her legs, and all thought of denying her flees my wrecked body.
I sink into her slick warmth, groaning as I slowly thrust in and out, warming us both up to it.
Neveah is dismantling Brooks next to us, one grind and roll of her hips at a time.
I sense he’s holding back, trying to keep the throaty moans locked inside, but there’s no resisting Neveah.
Not when she’s in her element like this.
She smirks like she knows exactly what’s going through all of our heads, then bends low to whisper in Brooks’ ear.
Whatever she says causes his hips to surge up, thrusting into her, and she leans back with a low chuckle to brace herself on his thighs.
Brooks props himself on one elbow and reaches forward to crush one of Vee’s breasts in his large hand, and my cock throbs inside Sage.
It’s indecent how hot they are together, and I have to keep looking away or I’m going to come too soon. Sage’s head is twisted as she tries to watch, and I pull out briefly to flip her over onto her hands and knees so she has a better view.
“Hands behind your head,” Neveah says, and Brooks’ biceps bulge obscenely when he complies. He also tips his head back with a ragged moan at no longer being able to touch her, which I can absolutely relate to.
I pause with my hips flush to Sage’s, one hand on her waist and one on her boob as I hold her upright against my chest. She opens her eyes to see why I’ve stopped, then clenches down on my cock so hard I’m afraid it’s bruised.
She groans long and low as she takes in the sight of Vee’s hips rocking languidly over Brooks, whose body is locked up so tightly it looks like he’s about to rip through his own skin with sheer want.
Neveah’s devious dark eyes flit over to us, seeing both of us frozen and watching her wreck our massive alpha.
“Keep going,” she alpha barks at us, and I jolt back into action.
Sage grinds back against me, and I drop her torso back down to the bed so she’s on her elbows. I don’t have the strength to keep holding her up; it’s all I can do to stay on my knees behind her.
Vee leans forward over Brooks, one hand on his jaw as she turns his head, forcing him to watch us as she rides him.
The muscles and tendons in his neck strain, biceps looking like they’re ready to pop.
Every inch of him is rigid with tension, while Vee’s body rolls fluidly over him like she has no stress in the world.
She’s a goddess, my alpha.
Brooks groans and closes his eyes, but Neveah lightly slaps his cheek.
“Nuh-uh,” she says. “Watch our omega and beta. They deserve your eyes.”
Brooks’ tortured gaze latches onto us, glazed and barely focused.
She knows what that does to me. I love to be watched, and I groan, my hips faltering as I spill into Sage’s perfect, wet heat.
Brooks passed out as soon as Neveah finished with him. Not that I blame him, she’s a force to be reckoned with. I’m dead on my feet, too, and thankfully Sage is passed out again after enjoying her show.
I curl up next to her, closing my eyes, and she snuggles into me in her sleep.
I rouse briefly when Neveah nudges Brooks awake. Sage has awoken and has her own fingers buried between her legs, mewling.
“Your turn, big guy,” Vee says with a chuckle. “I would’ve thought you had more stamina than that.”
“Hey,” he groans, protesting as he rolls over. “I’m the only one with a knot here. Girl’s insatiable.”
“That she is.” Vee smiles fondly, scoops Sage into her arms, then arranges her on top of Brooks.
Sage immediately starts grinding against his cock, leaning down to rub her nipples on his chest and suck on his neck. Brooks groans in appreciation this time, angling his head to give her more room.
Vee stands and stretches, then turns to me.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. “Going to grab more food. Help distract her if she notices.”
I nod, rolling toward them, but it doesn’t look like Sage has the mental capacity to notice anything other than the alpha she’s currently riding.