Twenty-Three Days Until Christmas
Eden
It wasn't until the previous day, when she'd been in the grocery store with Julius and she had seen a tray of garishly decorated red and green cupcakes in the bakery section, that she'd realized it was almost Christmas.
Two packages of Christmas cupcakes had been added to the cart before she could even say anything. Her alpha's lips had twitched when he met her side eye, his own gaze softening like it did whenever he looked at her. "Didn't get to eat any of this shit in prison. It's the holidays, let me live."
"We're in public. Watch your language," she had scolded, a kneejerk reaction for her at this point.
And then his hard cock had pressed against her lower back right in front of the flat breads and bagels, his own reaction every time she told him off for swearing.
She didn't know why he found it so hot, but she wasn't going to complain if her mates couldn't keep their hands off of her.
He had leaned down to whisper in her ear, but it wasn't the filth she was expecting. "I should warn you, baby, Luke's gonna' go fucking batshit about Christmas. Tree, lights, presents, shitty ass music, the whole thing."
She squeaked as he ground the hard length of him into her back again, making sure she felt every inch of it pressing against her softer flesh.
His hands had been holding her hips so tightly so she couldn't even squirm away.
A middle-aged beta woman had given them such a dirty look but whatever she had seen on Julius' face made her hurry away rather than confront them.
She'd been thinking about it on the ride home in the snow. Julius' hands were both clutching the wheel rather than holding one of hers as he usually did. That was the only giveaway that he was nervous about the heavy snowfall.
But they'd made it back in one piece, and all twelve cupcakes were gone by bedtime that evening, even though Eden had only gotten to eat one.
She'd grumbled about it only once, and suddenly her alphas were all over her, promising to make it up to her, to make her homemade cupcakes with real buttercream, not this 'store bought oil shit.' And she had never been the kind of omega who could say no to an offer like that.
Which was how Luke and Tenor ended up in the kitchen this afternoon, the scent of spiced apple cake filling the cottage.
Luke was wearing the apron he had gotten her for his birthday (despite the fact that she insisted that she should be the one giving him a gift for his own birthday, rather than the other way around) which read "KNOT THE COOK" and nothing else. Not even boxer shorts.
Luckily it wasn't too cold since her mates had kept the fireplace going night and day since the weather got chilly a month ago and it kept the cottage pretty toasty.
But she didn't think it was super hygienic to have your bare ass out in the kitchen, and she made a mental note to deep clean it after they were done.
"The recipe said icing sugar, not granulated sugar, dumbass," she hears Luke snarl at Tenor, shoving him out of the kitchen. "You're going to ruin my fucking cream cheese buttercream."
"What's the difference?" Tenor grumbles. "They're both sugar."
"You know what? Just get the fuck out of here, I'll do it myself."
Tenor collapses next to her on the couch dramatically and leans over to kiss her. It's short and sweet and when he settles back, their eyes meet and she smiles shyly at him. His eyes track her, dark and predatory now as he takes in the blush staining her cheeks.
"Hi," she whispers.
"Hi," he says, cupping her face with one of his massive palms.
The first time she'd met Tenor, he'd been wearing a prison jumpsuit, and she had still thought he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life. Seeing him now with his perfectly trimmed fade, chiseled beard, and his slim fit t-shirt, she thought her mouth might water.
"Get a room," Luke yells from where he's whisking the butter and icing sugar together by hand.
Julius chooses that as the perfect time to exit the bathroom, steam escaping behind him in a massive cloud that looks like a movie special effect explosion in the background and Eden is approximately 100% positive that he planned it that way.
He's wearing his usual tightly fitted black hoodie and jogger set that accents every hard inch of him, and Eden's blush deepens as she takes him in.
Julius was beautiful in a dangerous way, like the way a knife might be beautiful.
His ice blue eyes always glinted like they might have the potential to cut flesh from bone.
He leans over the back of the couch, his deadly lily scent hitting her with all the force of a freight train going at speed.
He brushes his lips over the shell of her ear, a shiver going down her spine as he does it.
"Hi, baby. What could you possibly be thinking about to make you smell like that, hmm? "
Her mouth goes dry as his lips travels lower, mouthing her neck. When she doesn't respond, his voice goes even deeper. "Come on, baby. Tell daddy what you're thinking about in that pretty little head."
When he says daddy, the scent of pomegranates practically explodes in the air, broadcasting her desire to the three of them. Tenor shifts closer beside her on the couch, every movement smooth and predatory.
"I was thinking about... um... Christmas," she finally squeaks. Julius and Tenor both pause. She meets Tenor's gaze sheepishly and he narrows his eyes at her.
"Did you just lie to me, baby?" Julius' voice is low and menacing and would've sent her running if he had spoken to her in that tone when she first met him.
In the prison, everything had been edged with terror and desperation. These men had been strangers to her, and she'd been pretty sure she was going to die an awful death every minute of every day.
"Not... technically," she squeaks. She can feel her body responding to the wave of challenging dominance rolling off of Julius now.
She inches her way off the couch, turning to keep both him and Tenor in her sights as she backs up until she feels the hard stone of the fireplace behind her and then creeps across the wall away from them.
Her body thrills with this game, with the chase.
With being their prey. In the summer, they'd pursued her through the woods until they caught her and fucked her on her hands and knees in the dirt.
It had been one of the hottest things they'd ever done, even when they had fussed over her scraped knees like mother hens afterwards.
"There's nowhere to run now, Eden." Tenor's voice is just as predatory as Julius' as he unfolds himself from the couch and stands at his full height, fully on board with whatever fucked up game they were going to be playing. "You're snowed in with us and there's no one around to hear you scream."
Is that a threat? Because it feels very much like a feature, not a bug.
"Look at you, such a soft and helpless little omega. What was that meme you sent me earlier? So submissive and breedable," Julius purrs.
Submissive and breedable? Her eyes widen. Was this... some kind of dirty talk? They'd never incorporated breeding into their sex lives before. And okay, she might have sent him that meme, but she hadn't been serious about it. It was just funny... right?
Sure, they'd talked about children, of course.
They'd all agreed they wanted some in an unspecified future, but they hadn't actually talked about the when's or how's of it.
She was still on her heat suppressants, and she had taken the five-year contraceptive injection after she got out of Black Bay. ..
She squirms when she feels desire, hot and oppressive flowing from Tenor in the bond in response to Julius' words, and then both of them begin prowling towards her.
"I– you– I mean–" Eden stammers for words as she continues backing away from them, the prey drive inside of her igniting and screaming at her to run from the predators. "I'm still on my suppressants– you can't–"
"Oh, Eden, you might be on your suppressants but do you think that's going to stop us from trying?
Why would you tell your mates that you're submissive and breedable if it wasn't an advertisement?
Don't you worry, baby, we're gonna' knock that sweet pussy up or fucking die trying," Tenor says, his voice a dark promise.
Seriously? How was he already so on board with this?
Her nervous squeak turns into a shriek as both Julius and Tenor lunge at the same time in an attack that feels like it was coordinated, tackling her to the floor with four strong hands cushioning her fall as two large bodies pin her down.
"Looks like you're not quick enough, I'm afraid," Julius murmurs against her neck, their massive bodies smothering her while deadly lily and fresh wood fill her nostrils. "Daddy's going to fill this sweet pussy right up, and then he's going to let all your mates take a turn."
That's all the warning she gets before he flips her over on her front, rolls her sweatpants down her legs just far enough to reveal her slit, and then he's inside her in one powerful thrust.
"Fuuuuck yeah." He groans, deep and guttural as he bottoms out inside of her. "You take me so good, baby girl." He grinds his hips deeper into her, his knot resting against her entrance and the broad head of his cock bumping against the mouth of her womb, as if savouring every inch of her.
She can't move with the way he has her pinned, can't do anything except take it.
He fucks her in long, powerful strokes that drive her steadily towards release.
She turns her head to the side, and doesn't even have to ask, doesn't even have to rear back, because Julius knows exactly what she wants.
He folds himself over her body and kisses her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as one of his hands grips the front of her throat to hold her in place.