Chapter 32 Amelia #2
I hear the sound of a zipper, then Wyatt making a low grunt as Silas lines up and starts to push in.
The sight of them together steals my breath—Silas moving with controlled intensity, Wyatt taking him with a mixture of pleasure and something that looks like relief, like this is exactly what he needed.
"I had no idea how beautiful you two are together," I whisper, unable to look away. "But I thought... I mean, I assumed..."
Silas grins at me over Wyatt's back, not pausing in his movements. "You thought he topped me, didn't you? Everyone does. Sometimes he does. But not today."
"Fuck, you feel good," Wyatt gasps out, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
Silas hums in agreement, one hand splaying across Wyatt's lower back, the other gripping his hip.
The rhythm he sets is steady but demanding, each thrust making Wyatt's breath catch.
I'm mesmerized watching them, watching the way Silas's muscles flex and move, the way Wyatt surrenders to it completely.
Hunter's fingers continue their gentle exploration between my thighs, never pushing too hard, just maintaining constant stimulation that builds slowly. His other hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple in a way that makes me arch into the touch.
"That's it," Hunter murmurs against my ear. "Just feel. You don't have to do anything, just let yourself enjoy watching them while I take care of you."
Silas shifts his angle slightly and Wyatt cries out. "There, fuck, right there."
A gasp tears from my throat, Hunter's fingers working me toward something inevitable even though I'm not sure I can handle another orgasm. My body is oversensitive, every nerve ending firing too intensely, but I can't make myself ask him to stop.
The sight of Wyatt coming apart under Silas's hands, the sounds he's making, the way Silas moves with such controlled power becomes too much.
Combined with Hunter's steady stimulation, I fall over the edge before I realize it's happening.
The orgasm rolls through me gentler than the ones during my heat but still intense enough to make me sob Hunter's name.
Wyatt follows moments later, his whole body going rigid, and I watch fascinated as Silas works him through it. Then Silas is finding his own release, his movements becoming erratic, his face scrunching up with pleasure in a way that's almost vulnerable.
They collapse together in a tangle of limbs, both of them breathing hard. Hunter's arms are still wrapped around me, holding me through the aftershocks, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder.
"I could get used to this," I say once I can form coherent words again. "All of us together like this."
"I think we all can, sweetheart," Hunter agrees. "However, if we don't get cleaned up soon, your brother and the kids are going to be here and this isn't exactly what I want them walking into."
Silas laughs. "Fair point. Although explaining why we're all showering together at five-thirty in the afternoon might be its own challenge."
"We smell like sex and heat," Wyatt groans, still face-down in the pillows. "Dylan will know exactly what we've been doing."
"Dylan already knows what we've been doing," I point out. "He came over in the middle of my heat, remember? I'm sure he could smell it from outside." That’s just as embarrassing to think about and maybe also a little terrifying that everyone in the house could probably smell my heat scent.
"Still," Wyatt says, finally rolling over to look at us. "We need to finish cleaning the kitchen before they get here. The police took photos and collected evidence, but there's still cleanup to do. I don't want the kids seeing any traces of what happened."
The mention of the kitchen, of what happened there, makes the fear surge back up. My safe space was violated.
My breath hitches, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. "I don't know if I can go back down there," I whisper. "Knowing he was there and that he broke in while I was—" My voice breaks. "What if I can't feel safe here anymore?"
Hunter's arms tighten around me immediately. "Then we make new memories," he says firmly. "Better ones. Stronger ones. We take back every space he tried to poison."
Wyatt and Silas hum in unison on the other side, their immediate agreement easing the tight knot of fear just a little.
Because that's what I have now. Not just myself against the world, not just me trying to survive alone.
I have a pack. I have family. I have people who will fight for me and who will help me reclaim what was taken.
An unexpected laugh bubbles out of me. Just a few weeks ago I was terrified I'd never feel safe again, never trust anyone again, and never be anything more than the broken thing Vincent made me.
And now I'm here with Alphas who are mine, who want me, and who make me feel like I belong somewhere for the first time since everything fell apart.
"Come on," Hunter says, already shifting to stand, bringing me with him. "Shower first, then we tackle the kitchen. I call dibs on our Omega.”
Silas and Wyatt groan as Hunter lifts me into his arms and heads toward the attached bathroom. I catch Silas’ words just before Hunter closes the door and it puts a smile on my face.
“Needy bastard.”