Chapter 19
Esme
I’m stuffed full from lunch, now squeezed onto the couch, admiring the tacky decorations we set up. It brings a bit of nostalgia back, making me almost wish my parents would walk into the living room in the next few seconds, but it’s comfortable with my demons, here.
The living room is dimly lit, orange and purple lights flickering along the walls, casting dancing shadows across the ceiling that seem to move with a life of their own.
Milo went all out with the decorations, and it shows in every corner.
There are paper bats hanging from the ceiling fan, their wings spread wide as they sway gently with the air current.
Cobwebs are stretched across the corners with careful precision, and carved pumpkins are lined up on the mantle like soldiers, their faces glowing with flickering candlelight that makes their expressions seem to shift and change.
I'm nestled between my mates, perfectly cocooned in warmth and more blankets than I probably need.
Duske's arms are wrapped around me from behind, his chest solid against my back, rising and falling with each steady breath.
Vesper is on my left, his hand resting casually on my thigh, his thumb occasionally brushing back and forth in an absentminded gesture.
Milo is curled up on my right, his head resting on my shoulder, his wavy hair tickling my neck.
It's warm and comfortable, and I feel safe in a way I haven't felt since before I died.
The cheesy sound of someone dying steals my attention back to the TV, some awful slasher film from the eighties staring back at me.
Milo is completely engrossed, his eyes wide as he watches the screen with rapt attention.
Every jump scare makes him jolt, his body tensing against mine, and I can't help but laugh at his reactions.
"You know you can literally create nightmares, right?" I tease, poking his side playfully. "And you're scared of a movie?"
Milo grins, not taking his eyes off the screen for even a second. "It's different when you're watching it happen to someone else. Plus, these old ones are classics."
Vesper chuckles beside me, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh that send pleasant tingles up my leg. "He's been obsessed with horror movies since we came to Earth. Says they inspire his nightmare creations."
As if to prove a point, Vesper flicks his wrist with casual grace, and the shadows in the room start to dance.
They move independently of the flickering lights, twisting and writhing across the walls like living things searching for prey.
One of them forms the shape of a hand, elongated fingers reaching out toward Milo, and he yelps, swatting at it with exaggerated alarm.
"Vesper, stop!" Milo laughs, grabbing a piece of popcorn from the bowl and throwing it at him.
Vesper catches it in his mouth with perfect precision, grinning triumphantly. "What? I'm just adding to the ambiance."
I laugh, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl balanced on my lap and tossing it at Vesper in retaliation.
He dodges, moving so fast he's almost a blur, and the popcorn sails past him.
I move to throw another handful, my elbow bumping Milo as the popcorn falls over my shoulder, raining down on Duske behind me.
Duske raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes meeting mine with mock severity. "Really?"
I grin, shrugging innocently even as I fight back more laughter. "Oops?"
He growls playfully, a sound that rumbles through his chest and into my back, his hand slides up my side to tickle me. I squeal, trying to twist away, but his grip tightens on my waist. The popcorn bowl tips precariously, kernels scattering across the couch and floor in a cascade of white.
"Duske!" I gasp between laughs, my sides already starting to ache. "Stop!"
Milo joins in, his fingers finding my other side and I'm helpless between them, trapped in their playful assault. Vesper just watches, his grin widening as he enjoys the show, clearly pleased with the chaos he's indirectly caused.
"Okay, okay! I surrender!" I manage to get out, my sides aching from laughter.
Duske releases me immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple as a peace offering. "Behave."
I settle back against him, still grinning as Milo slides off the couch to start picking up the scattered popcorn, tossing pieces at Vesper when he thinks I'm not looking.
Vesper retaliates by making the shadows steal Milo's pieces mid-throw, the kernels disappearing into darkness before materializing on the other side of the room.
Soon they're in a full-blown shadow-popcorn war, which is ten times more amusing than the movie at this point.
I watch them, my chest warm with affection that feels almost too big to contain.
This is what I've been missing. This playfulness, this easy intimacy that comes from truly being comfortable with someone.
I never got to have this when I was alive, too worried about my lack of scent, too insecure about not being a proper Omega to let myself relax like this.
Darkness shudders behind me, Duske shifting into his other form, his tail wrapping around my thigh like they keep doing.
Heat pools low in my belly in response as his thumb starts rubbing gentle circles on my hip that somehow feel both soothing and arousing.
I can feel his breath against my neck, warm puffs of air that make me shiver.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice pitched low enough that only I can hear over the movie.
I nod, leaning back into him and letting his strength support me. "Yeah. Just happy."
"Good."
The popcorn fight dies down, Milo slinking back onto the couch and placing his head in my lap. I run my fingers through his hair, returning my attention to the screen.
Some killer is chasing the final girl through a dark house, her screams echoing through the speakers.
Milo suddenly morphs without warning. His head shifts into that carved pumpkin, the transformation seamless and unsettling.
The jagged grin stretches wide across the orange surface, and the flickering candlelight from the real pumpkins makes his face look even more sinister, the shadows in the carved features deepening.
"Boo," he says, his voice deeper and more distorted than usual.
I jump, my heart racing as adrenaline spikes through me as he sits up. "Jesus, Milo!" A small giggle follows as the cutout for his eyes wiggles up and down.
He shifts back to his human face, grinning with obvious satisfaction at having startled me. "Got you."
Vesper shakes his head, but he's smiling with clear amusement. "You're going to give her a heart attack."
"She's already dead," Milo points out with impeccable logic.
The movie continues, the final girl making her escape, but I'm only half paying attention now. Duske's tail is slowly sliding higher up my thigh, the tip teasing the edge of my shorts with deliberate intent. His hand on my hip is grounding, the heat radiating from his body and seeping into mine.
Vesper's hand on my other thigh starts to wander, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on my skin that seem random but feel purposeful. I glance at him, and his hazel eyes are dark with heat, pupils blown wide. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear with feather-light contact.
"You smell so fucking good, princess. Like vanilla and honey and pure temptation."
My breath hitches in my throat, my scent blooming in response, sweetening the air around us. Duske's tail tightens around my thigh possessively, his body tensing behind me.
"Are you trying to start something?" I whisper, my voice coming out breathless.
Vesper grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Maybe."
Milo shifts beside me, his green eyes watching us with growing interest, tracking every movement. "Are we watching the movie or are we doing something else?"
I bite my lip, my body already responding to their touches with increasing urgency.
The heat spike from earlier has settled, but there's still a low hum of need beneath my skin. I thought we might have another day or two, but the way my Omega keeps yearning for more of their touch somewhere else, I’m not sure we have any time left.
Because now that need is building like pressure in my chest, and being surrounded by them like this is only making it worse.
Or better, depending on how I look at it.
Duske's tail slides higher, the tip brushing against my core through my shorts with maddening pressure, and I gasp. His lips find my neck, softly marking me, and I feel my body melt against him, going pliant. "You want me to touch you? Right here, with Milo and Vesper watching?"
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."
“And what if they were to give you something to watch? How about that, dove?”
The only response they get is another whine, more need coursing through me.
Vesper squeezes my thigh gently before reaching across me to grab Milo by the collar and dragging him into a hard kiss. Their lips crash together, all teeth and hunger, Milo groaning into Vesper’s mouth as his hands grip Vesper’s shoulders.
The Alpha pulls Milo off the couch, both of them shedding their clothes in a fury of movement and then in the next second, both of them are shifting into their demon forms, giving me a show I wasn’t prepared for but am completely excited for.
Vesper’s skin ripples into that black leather again, a shimmer of red running beneath the surface as his horns, talons, and tail return.
Milo’s head morphs back to that carved pumpkin, his jagged mouth stretching wide, hollow eyes glowing with a mix of need and playfulness.
His own tail swishes too, the kiss becoming almost impossible unless Vesper were to shove his head inside the pumpkin.
Which would be weird.
Vesper breaks the kiss, spinning Milo to face me and Duske on the couch.
Milo’s pumpkin head bobs, that eerie grin fixed on us, and I can’t look away.
Vesper’s talons dig into Milo’s hips, exposing him to us.
“Look at her, Milo,” Vesper growls, his voice rough and filthy. “She’s going to watch you get fucked.”
Milo moans, his carved mouth twitching upward, and Vesper doesn’t hesitate. He spits into his hand and then slides two fingers into Milo’s ass, rough and fast, pumping with a rhythm that makes Milo’s head bob up and down, his tail thrashing in tandem.
Milo reaches back and grabs onto one of Vesper’s horns, Vesper letting out a low, primal growl before thrusting his fingers deeper.
Their grunts fill the room, a raw, animalistic melody that sends slick gushing between my thighs.
I whimper, shifting in Duske’s lap, my body aching for more than just his tail, heat blooming in my lower belly like a fire I can’t control.
Duske’s hand slides down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my shorts and into my panties.
His fingers find my pussy, slick and ready, his groan vibrating against my ear.
“So wet, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right.
I gasp, my back arching away from him as he kisses my neck, his jagged teeth grazing my skin.
“Watch them. Watch how much they want you.”
I do, my eyes locked on Vesper and Milo, their bodies moving together, Vesper’s fingers relentless as Milo’s pumpkin head tilts back, a guttural moan echoing from his carved mouth.
Vesper’s other hand wraps around Milo’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and Milo’s tail curls around Vesper’s thigh, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, Vesper,” Milo groans, his voice distorted but dripping with need. “Harder.”
Vesper grins, his black eyes glinting. “You want it? Beg for it.”
“Please,” Milo pants, his head bobbing. “Fuck me, Vesper.”
I whimper again, Duske’s fingers working me faster, his thumb circling my clit.
The heat in my belly strengthens, my scent exploding through the room, drowning out everything else.
Milo groans louder, his carved eyes fixed on me.
“I’m so fucking full,” he says, his voice breaking as Vesper’s fingers drive deeper.
Duske’s lips brush my ear, his tail tightening around my thigh. “You’re in heat, aren’t you, Esme? It’s here, isn’t it?”
I nod, my breath ragged. “I think so? I don’t know.”
More slick gushes in my panties, soaking Duske’s fingers, and my back bows forward as another whine tears from my throat. “Oh my god, I need you,” I gasp, my hands gripping Duske’s arms. “I need you so fucking bad.”
“I got you,” Duske murmurs, his fingers pumping faster, his thumb relentless on my clit. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Vesper pulls out and then slams his cock into Milo, and Milo’s moans turn desperate, his hand still clutching Vesper’s horn.
My own orgasm hits hard, Duske’s fingers pushing me over the edge, and I cry out, my pussy clenching around him as slick floods my thighs.
Vesper growls, his cock driving deep as Milo comes, his carved mouth open in a silent scream, cum spilling over Vesper’s hand.
Vesper follows, his head tilting back, a low roar escaping as he finds his release.
“Please tell me it’s not going to be three days of this,” I whine.
It’s already becoming difficult to think and I can’t imagine being fucked over and over and over again until I can’t feel my legs.
Not like in the biology books, anyway. Nervous laughter meets my ears because I’m not sure they know the answer either.