Chapter 35
Ophelia
Grouchy is a state of being. I bask in it. I roll around in all its glory. Buried four blankets deep, despite how hot I am—I'm protesting—I'm sticky with sugar from all the candy I've been snacking on—another protest—and I refuse to leave the theater room. I'm on strike from sleeping in my nest and it's making my omega even crankier.
I'm fine. Like I've tried to tell my alphas for the past week, I am fine.
I managed to kick the guys out of my hospital room so I could speak privately with the doctor. After he bandaged me up and cleaned my cuts, he assured me, as I already knew, that I'd be fine after a few days. Then we had a frank discussion about long-term heat suppression at my prompting.
It took me a while to accept that I was staying on the pills as a matter of principle, not because I didn't want to have a heat. Things were different before, working and supporting myself. I couldn't afford the time off, and I didn't have alphas see it through with me.
All that's changed.
So, I was excited to share the news with them. Though I'd been having spikes for weeks—part of what prompted me to talk to the doctor—and my actual heat would likely take two weeks or so to come on, I'd be in a state of low-grade fever and aching need leading up to it, so the next time I was deep in the throes of passion, I'd share the good news.
They cuddled with me. They hugged me, held me, and carried me, waiting on me hand and foot. But none of them would fuck me. There have been no deep throes of passion.
I get where they're coming from. After giving my statement to the police, starting from when Bridgette set me up to my jaunt through the woods, each of my four alphas shut down and hid inside himself, each carrying a portion of the blame for my abduction. It was infuriating. The burden wasn't theirs, but the bloody scratches on my arms and bandages on my feet and torn dress, along with their own healing bloody knuckles, meant they were going to treat me like fine spun glass for the foreseeable future.
No getting railed for this girl. It sucked.
I was relieved to hear all four Olcenes lived through the brutal beating from Asher, Theo, and Enzo, who came upon the empty cabin and three feral alphas fighting amongst themselves, trying to hold each other back from getting to me.
Bridgette was also being charged with abduction, though her parents would likely throw money at the problem and get her charges lessened, if not dropped entirely. Sully seemed to think he could keep that from happening, but only time would tell. Sully's pockets were deeper, but Bridgette's an omega who can turn on the tears for the camera, so we'll see.
I have more work to do with the OFA, and something Jackson said about using heat clinics stood out, but I need to rest and heal before I dig any further. For now, change is on the horizon, and though it sucked to be the poster child, Olcenes behavior helped our cause, pointing out how these wealthy alphas got away with so much for so long.
Physically, I felt fine—horny and achy and burning from the inside out, but fine. I was almost mad my heat hadn't come early after weaning off the pills just to teach my guys a lesson in neglecting me. That would be one hell of a surprise.
I'm too lucid, though, so I'm fully aware every time I walk into a room in nothing but a silk robe, and the guys give me a heated glance before turning and running into a different room like I'm a leper. I'm so mad I could scream.
Two nights ago, I couldn't take it anymore and started touching myself, and all four of them, who had been sleeping in the nest, afraid to be without me, listened in tense, heavy silence. They took turns excusing themselves after that, but I didn't feel the least bit bad about it.
So here I am, in a sorry state, covered in fluffy blankets, cotton pajamas, a half-empty bowl of sour rope candy and popcorn, with a bad horror movie on the TV. I told the guys to leave me alone, that they could share the nest without me.
Heavy steps descend the stairwell. I don't look up but can scent the cedar and sandalwood, making my omega nestle further into the covers. She's hurt they won't ravage her. Sully lifts an eyebrow, taking me in. He's wearing a tight Henley, showing off his massive chest, broad and sculpted. He could lift me with one arm, without effort, if he wanted to. But he hasn't even attempted to play with me in the bedroom. I throw a ripe candy at him and nestle deeper, unashamed that I've made a mini-nest down here with all their clothes I'd been stealing.
Without preamble he whips the covers off me. My mouth drops in outrage but he just smirks and steps back. "Get up, Omega."
He doesn't bark, but for some reason, I obey. With Sully, I always obey.
His eyes darken, smoldering, burning me hotter. My perfume blooms between us, but aside from his nostrils flaring, his face remains perfectly passive.
"Upstairs. Let's go."
I furrow my brow and cross my arms. He tilts his head, waiting for me to comply. Whatever. I huff and spin on my heel.
"Where are we going?" I snap.
"To your nest. You've been a bad girl, hiding out down here from your alphas because you didn't get your way."
"That's a little reductive," I reply boredly. It fools neither of us. With every step I take, my legs rub and squeeze together, and it feels like torture.
A sharp sting on my ass has me jumping. "Keep going." His tone is so demanding and bossy.
I'm practically panting by the time we get up the next flight. It's still a long walk down the hallway, and when I enter the nest and find the other three alphas in various states of undress, I nearly come on the spot. I am way too worked up.
Theo, wearing those goddamn sweatpants that scream big knot energy, doing nothing to hide the now-hardening outline of his cock, is also shirtless, showing off his incredible physique. He works hard for it, shaping it in the gym and sparring with his brothers. He's golden all over, glistening somehow despite the comforting soft glow of the room. His bright, crystal blue eyes narrow on me, making me shiver.
"Hey, sugar plum, you still pouting all alone down there?"
I feel Sully at my back, a soft sniff telling me he's laughing. Unfortunately, I can't laugh back. Theo's Adonis belt is distracting me. I'm nearly flooding in slick, and I haven't been touched in almost a week.
"Turn around, Omega."
I turn. Sully's pulling off his shirt. My knees buckle. Where Theo is ripped but lean, Sully is pure stacked muscle. His biceps bulge and pecs ripple as he undresses, leaving his briefs on.
I swallow audibly in a cartoonish gulp.
"Get on your knees, Omega."
My eyes widen at the command, but I do as he says. Barely. I'm shaking, uncoordinated, needy, and a wash of arousal is pouring out of my skin, scenting the air with unadulterated lust.
On my knees, barely reaching Sully's hips he's so tall, his thumbs hook into his briefs, and he shoves them down his legs. His cock, massive, the size of my forearm, long and thick and veiny, pops out and bobs in place, nearly slapping me in the face.
"Oh my god," I whisper. There are no other words.
Sully bends his knee a bit, letting his cock caress one side of my cheek while he brings his palm to the other. Precum wets the tip and he rubs it against my cheek.
"What's the matter, Omega?"
I swallow. "Umm… I'm not sure…"
"Say it. I want to hear you say it."
"What if you don't fit?" I look up and can only imagine the visual. His cock rubbing against my face, I'm wide-eyed and on my knees. He smiles.
"That's a good point."
"It is?" I ask, worried now that he won't even try.
"It is. So I think maybe I should let my brothers make some room for me, hmm? Stretch open that tight omega pussy. Take that sweet ass, get your body ready for me."
I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head, but he's not finished. "Present for your alphas."
I always thought if I heard that command, I would fucking hate it. I'd buck against their stolen authority and fight their demands.
That's not what happens. At all. God help me I love it, and like a hussy in need—or an omega in heat—I scramble in place.
"On the bed," he corrects, so I rush up to the bed. Enzo climbs on beside me, touching my cheek reverently, before tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. Theo's behind me, pulling down my pants and underwear, and the second everything is off, my scent blooms around us and all four of them moan.
The air feels cool around my naked body but does nothing to alleviate the heat burning my skin. Enzo grips my chin, turning my face and devours me in a passionate kiss. His tongue claims mine and at the same moment, I feel a tongue on my ass, licking up from my pussy and I moan into Enzo's mouth.
A sharp slap on my ass cheek has me clenching, and I whimper. Enzo releases me and smiles. And like always, because they're so rare and usually only reserved for me, it lights me up from within. Already down to an undershirt, he takes off his glasses and the rest of his clothes, and I watch with anticipation. He pushes off his briefs and grips his cock, stroking it once before letting go.
My mouth waters and I reach out to touch him, but Sully interrupts. "I don't think so, Omega. You're not dictating anything, tonight." I whine and it's the most pathetic sound I've ever made, only making him chuckle in response.
Someone at my back slaps my ass again and I cry out, burying my head in the pillow, ass high in the air, begging for more. After this week of being untouched, and being in here, like this, surrounded by their scents, I'm in pain with the emptiness, hot and aching. Another slap and I'm clenching and crying, "Please, Sully. I need it. So fucking bad, I need more. Please."
The air changes with my desperate plea, from a heavy wanting to a charged need. "That's right, Omega. On your knees and begging, just like I wanted."
I'm about to scream that there's still no knot inside of me when someone pulls my legs further apart and then there's a sharp sting, a slap on my pussy. Another, and I nearly come, but it's not enough. They're teasing is going to kill me, I'm sure of it.
Another slap and I start actually crying, before a cock finally thrusts into me, making me moan. Someone pounds a few times before my body is pulled backward, still fully impaled, then spun around like a top, so I'm lying on top of Asher, his cock still buried deep inside me. He's grinning, his dark chocolate brown hair a mess as I grip it roughly with my fingers. He smiles so big, like he couldn't be any happier, ever, and I feel the same.
Grunting, he thrusts into me, while Theo, at my back, pulls my torso up, so I'm straddling a prone Asher. He squeezes my tits, pinching and playing with my nipples while Enzo kneels close, flicking my clit while I ride Asher. I'm so close to coming, and when I roll my hips and cant, shaking faster, Theo wraps his arms around me from the back, forcing me to slow.
My eyes roll back when suddenly a burst of mint and eucalyptus coat my tongue and Enzo slips his cock between my parted lips. I moan over his length and he grunts. With Theo at my back, guiding the pace, he takes over for Enzo, playing with my clit, while I rock on Asher slowly, dragging out the pleasure.
"Fuck her mouth, Enzo. Fill her up, let your come drip down her throat. By the end of the night she'll be soaked in her alphas' seed." I don't have to look over to know Sully's watching on, like we're puppets in his play, directing us through the filthiest live show.
Asher's knot is swollen and with each slow roll, I inch closer and closer to taking it. My body needs more. Thankfully, Enzo stops treating me like glass and holds my head and begins to fuck my throat. I hollow out my cheeks, becoming more distracted with Enzo in my mouth than Asher in my pussy.
Theo's arms slide down mine, which are braced on Asher's firm chest, guiding my hands up to Enzo's knot. My hands in his, we clutch Enzo's knot forcing him to cry out. With the pressure from Theo's fingers on top of mine, I'm able to hold tighter, and Enzo's rapid thrusts become shaky before I taste his spend on my tongue. Theo squeezes harder and it's so fucking hot that he's helping me, I ride Asher a little faster, trying to fill my own need to match Enzo's release. I'm so close.
"Uh, uh, uh, my little crème br?lée. No one said you could come, yet."
I barely get a moment to bask with Enzo's last grunt before Theo's pulling me away, lifting me up off Asher. I cry out, empty and aggravated when Theo pulls my body off the bed, rubs his cock in my slick, then pushes into my ass while I'm bent forward. All the slow ministrations end when I'm impaled back onto Asher's cock and together they lift, easily holding my body upright while they come to a stand. My legs are suspended in the air, each alpha holding onto one, spreading me wide open, while they fuck my ass and pussy. Hard, fast, desperate.
Enzo reaches a hand between them and begins stroking my clit. Just as my body shakes, Asher thrusts forward. Sully comes to stand behind Theo for leverage, holding his back so Asher can shove his knot inside me while standing.
It's so fucking intense. It's thick and hard, and Asher's teeth come to my neck, grazing in desperation, a wild heat consuming him while he locks inside of me. Theo keeps fucking me, and with Enzo's fingers on my clit and the scent of all four of them surrounding me, I come hard. Asher grunts, practically shaking. I can feel his entire body tense while we release together, my pussy still clamping down on his knot while Enzo wrings me of every last drop.
With Asher knotted inside me, Theo pushes us forward and he begins fucking me harder. So hard he's walked us three back to the bed, but before we can collapse back into a heap, Sully barks, "Do not knot her yet, Theo."
Theo roars, slowing his pace because he was so close. Asher's knot releases, and a frustrated Theo pulls me off him. A flood of slick and come pouring out of me, the release of Asher making me shake and shiver. Theo rolls us, never leaving my body, so he's on his back, my back resting against his chest.
I'm sensitive and sore and achy, but Theo spreads my knees wide while Sully comes to stand between them.
His massive cock stands proud and tall and I clench in excitement, causing Theo to groan. Sully smirks, lazily stroking his cock. I whimper.
"Tell me what you need, Omega."
"You, Alpha. Please. Oh fuck," I whimper when he brings that massive thing closer. Theo tilts a bit, his feet on the ground, bent over the bed pushing up so I open wider to make room.
"This what you need, Ophelia?"
I look up into Sully's eyes. They're twinkling with delight. And love. I love this man. "Yes, Alpha," I whisper.
He smiles then nudges in, just the tip. He works his way into my tight channel, and it takes a second of coaxing and shallow thrusts before pushing all the way in, both Theo and I groan in satisfaction when he's fully seated. Sully captures my chin so we can lock eyes. And then he fucks me.
Man, does Sully fuck. He's brutal and punishing. Theo thrusts up, and I've never felt more full, every nerve ending on fire, every need met. Sully pulls in and out, thrusting and pumping, the slide of his length pleasuring me with every drag.
"You're going to take both our knots, aren't you, Ophelia?"
"God yes, please, Alpha!" I beg. How, after all of them, my body still needs more, can take more, is beyond my mental comprehension. I'm lost in the haze, when Theo, who's barely hanging on, bucks upward, his fingertips gripping my hips so hard it'll bruise, shoving his knot in my ass. I cry out and he roars.
A moment after, Sully grips my chin again, our eyes are locked, when he forces his huge, thick knot inside me, burying so deep I swear I feel it in my throat. There's a sting, then a euphoric release as we're locked into place. His direct gaze wavers only when he knots me fully, as if he's fighting his own consciousness, and then they're both coming.
They release their orgasms inside of me and, if I ever stopped coming, it's restarted with a vengeance. I vacillate between unconsciousness and white hot pleasure, disappearing inside myself, inside my bonds. And, as if they planned it, both alphas buried deep inside me scratch their teeth along my flesh—Theo at the nape of my neck, Sully on my shoulder, opposite Asher's mark—and they bite. Marking me, making me a part of their pack, in full, forever.
The bonds light up. All four of them. I can feel everything, and I start crying at the beauty of it.
"I love you so fucking much, Ophelia," Sully whispers reverently while he licks and kisses his mark.
Theo does the same at my back and eventually their knots subside, releasing me in a mess of sweat, slick and come.
I pass out at some point, but the beauty of having those big, strong, strapping alphas to carry me around while they fuck me means I also don't have to put effort into moving in the aftermath. I'm spent, a floppy, tired, weak omega who needs to be carried around. I milk it, too. Someone brings me to the bathtub. Someone brings me food. Someone else changes the bedsheets and cleans our mess.
And after I waver between sleep and semi-consciousness, I tell the guys my heat is coming, for real.
Theo kisses my forehead. "We know, buttercup. I'm pretty sure it's not coming; it's here." Huh. That explains why I feel so hot. It came on faster than expected.
Because I'd suppressed it for so long, it came in waves over the next few days before turning into a full blown heat, where I was completely lost to delirious need and lust, lasting over a week. Thankfully, for the first time in my life, I had alphas I trusted completely to take care of me.
When I finally rose on the other side, used and tired but completely content, I had more clarity than I'd had my entire life. I was so excited and happy to start my life as Ophelia Constantine, and I knew, no matter what, despite our pasts or whatever battles we faced in the future, as long as we had each other, we were going to be okay. No… we were going to be amazing.
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