Chapter Fourteen
Izzy
I’m on suppressants.
The phrase repeats in my head again and again.
I took the pill this morning.
A heat is an impossibility.
Signs always manifest and multiply when my heats come on.
I’ll be extra moody. Extra warm. Extra needy.
Extra self-conscious.
It starts in small ways and grows until the discomfort converts to pain.
Sometimes, it’s unbearable and I can’t bring myself to willfully reject it. I skip a dose and submit to the urges my status demands.
Most of the time, though, it’s a hair trigger that builds over time until it finally snaps.
Have I been uncomfortable lately? Sometimes.
Cramping comes and goes.
The only reason I’m even entertaining that this could be a heat is that the guys are inescapable.
I’m surrounded by Vin, Trick, and Mason at all times. When they aren’t physically with me, their scents live in my mind and their actions buzz in my bones. The barrage of temptation batters at my defenses and challenges logic to a death match.
It makes it all the more awkward that we’re standing in Trick’s bedroom. I’ve only ever come in here to clean. The place is foreign territory.
We argued the whole way home over whether I’m having a heat at all, and then where to have what is totally not a heat.
We are not using my room. It’s too close to the nest.
Trick’s bedroom is the largest of the guys’ spaces. The motif is all hardwoods in dark stains. It’s moody and a little rigid for my taste.
“I’m not going into a heat,” I say again.
The three of them stand stiffly around me, still in their suit slacks and button-downs and with the suit jackets jettisoned downstairs.
So handsome in their crisp shirts and very well-tailored pants.
My muscles tense and a spike of cold lust washes over me.
“The signs are there, Izzy,” Trick replies. “Escalated emotions, temperature acceleration, and a spike in... desire. I’ve been through enough to know.”
“Don’t talk about other omegas,” Vin chides.
“She’s dead,” Trick spits. “You can’t be jealous of a dead girl.”
Shows how much you know.
That bitch had my alpha for far too long.
Not that I know for how long.
But Patrick Wyatt is mine and . . .
Fuck.
Maybe he’s right. I hate that he could be. I need to force my instincts to yield.
Shaking my head to throw the spiraling thoughts out, I ask a question I know will douse the flames building in my belly.
“Tell me about her,” I force out.
“Izzy, you don’t—” he replies.
“I want to know. It’ll help. I need a reality check.”
He chews on his bottom lip and begs Vin for help with unsaid words in glances.
Vin’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t offer any advice.
“Virginia. Her name was Virginia.”
Deep breaths.
She had a name. It’s fine. Everyone has a name.
“Okay.”
“Virginia and I were close friends growing up. My alpha was my best friend in high school. They loved each other, and I loved them, so the pack was a natural conclusion.”
A pack? Did he just say pack?
Hmmm, pack. With them. Good mates.
So fucking hot. Finish what we started in the gym.
Fucking against the mirrors . . .
No. Nope, nope, nope.
Convert that burning ember from desire into anger.
“We never formalized the bonds. We were kids barely into our 20s. We thought we knew everything but didn’t understand a damn thing.”
“I’m choosing not to be offended by that,” Vin remarks.
“You don’t count,” Trick replies. “You’re an old soul and you’re more mature at your worst than Mase is at his best.”
“Hey!” Mason interjects, and his mock offense kicks off some of the weight pressing on my spine.
“And they died,” I comment. “You said it so matter-of-fact.”
“It was a long time ago. They went to a show for a group I didn’t like. They begged me to go with them, but I was angry they wouldn’t choose something I wanted to do. They were...”
His voice trails off as he rethinks what he’s about to say. Anxious fingers tap on the dresser behind him.
“It was a car crash. It was sudden. I’ve had time to grieve and get past it.”
Except when it comes to your need to control everyone and everything around you.
Oof, harsh, Iz.
At least I kept that comment inside.
“So, now you know. You both do,” Trick says and directs the second comment to Mason.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” Mason replies.
“You don’t have to say anything. She asked; I answered. Everyone has a past. Does that help?”
Did it?
I nod automatically to reassure him but . . .
Maybe.
Not really.
As I take them in, really examine them, their eagerness seeps into my senses and infects my resolve.
They all want the heat to be true.
Their scents twine around each other like a warm, comforting embrace, and my whoremones rage and demand to acquiesce.
“I’m not in a heat,” I repeat. “This... whatever it is seems to be set off by being around the three of you.”
Vin and Trick share a long look they don’t explain.
“Do you want us to leave?” Vin asks.
“Don’t you dare step foot out of that fucking door.”
Oop.
“I, uh, I mean... I don’t know what I mean.”
Keep it the fuck together, Iz.I’m better than this. My control has never been tenuous so suddenly.
The guys have really fucked me up.
My legs give out and I collapse onto the floor in front of Trick’s pristine, crisp-cornered sheets.
The man in question settles in front of me. He cups my face and I rub my cheek against his palm.
“You’re fighting it,” he says.
I nod into his touch.
“Why?”
“None of you are choosing this. I’m not even choosing it. You don’t know what my heats are like. It’s not a pleasant experience.”
Mason settles in beside us and places a placating hand on my thigh. Vin sits on our other side and adds his touch.
The contact sizzles between us and another scale in my armor disintegrates.
“I, for one, am looking forward to violating you seven ways to Sunday,” Mason says.
“Mase,” Trick chides.
“Every single night, I dream about the things I want to do to you, my sexy bunny. Do I want it to take a heat to happen? No. But I’m not going to mourn it either.”
Inhaling their scents, I admit that the more they sit with me, the more I can feel the fog clouding my thoughts.
My nerves crackle and my pussy pulses at the idea of submitting to them wholly.
“No biting,” I say softly.
“Of course not,” Trick replies.
“I’ll forget to eat.”
“I know.”
“It’ll be worse tomorrow when I skip my pill.”
“We can handle it.”
“I’m not totally in control. I’m there, but I’m not there. The demand will override everything else. I normally need to tie my foot to something to avoid leaving.”
The boys around us give me a squeeze.
When Trick speaks, it’s this patient cadence that soothes some of the sky-high anxiety.
“We’re going to take care of you, Isabelle. You’re the best kind of trouble.”
Smiling at his response, I nuzzle his hand and kiss his palm.
“Any boundaries?” he murmurs.
“None for you,” I purr back then clear my throat to reassert control. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’ve been through heats alone.”
The fraught question, laden with too many dynamics and new experiences resounds in the silence of their answers.
But when I glance up at Trick, there’s needy lust in his gaze. Vin looks offended I’d suggest suffering in silence, and Mase only pouts.
Patrick Wyatt focuses on me with his jaw set and his neck tense while he keeps himself at bay.
The image of him over me, rutting into me while his shoulders and neck contract, wracks my body with another demanding cramp.
His lips part in response to my reaction. His Adam’s apple works as he swallows hard.
“Helping you through a heat is the honor of my lifetime, Isabelle Sutton. You aren’t a burden; you’re a gift—one I very much look forward to enjoying.”
“Agreed,” Vin’s quick to add.
Mason’s silent, and it spikes my anxiety.
He doesn’t let the quiet linger, though.
“I’ve never been part of a heat.”
Fuck yes! He’s mine. Everything about him belongs to me.
The demand blots out every other thought for a solid ten seconds.
Shuddering, I squeeze his hand.
“You don’t have to stay,” I reply in a hush.
“The only way I’m leaving is if one of you demands it. I’m only saying I’m nervous. This is all very new.”
Trick rests a hand on his shoulder.
“We’re here for you too, you know,” he tells Mason. “This is being a pack. We support each other.”
Staticky energy electrifies my blood. I love what they’re building.
You can be part of it.
No, I cannot.
It’s one heat. One moment to be with them.
One indulgence brought on by circumstance.
“One condition,” I say. “Not in the nest.”
I can’t be in the nest. It’s not mine.
Being in there makes me think it could be.
“That’s why we’re in Trick’s room. Something wrong, Izzy?”
“It’s not right.”
“What’s not right?”
“This room. It’s not right. It’s too dark. Too harsh. I want soft. Please make it soft.”
Another surge of desire rolls over my body and I whimper into Trick’s hand.
“Sorry, it’s a lot.”
“Let’s go in her room.”
Nest. I need the nest.
“I don’t want to be there either.”
Nest. I need the nest.
“In the living room, or—”
“Nest. Need the nest. Quiet. Soft. Comfortable. Now. I need it now . . . Can’t . . . ”
* * *
Mason
Izzy dissolves into a string of babbles that only half make sense.
“Is she going to be okay?” I ask.
Trick gathers her in his arms. She cuddles into his lap and rubs her cheek on his shoulder.
“She seemed to think that her heats were bad, but she’s been pretty lucid. We only need to keep her satisfied and prevent her from crossing the boundaries she set.”
“I’m going to move some supplies,” Vin says and slips out the door.
“Need to go,” she murmurs. “This isn’t right.”
I don’t like seeing her like this. Her bright, beautiful eyes zing wildly around the room.
Trick stands while still cradling her in his arms, and she snuggles into his neck.
“Smells so good,” she mutters. “So yummy. My alpha’s delicious. Let me taste you. Knot me after.”
He grunts, and I follow him to the room at the end of the hall.
“Come on, alpha. I’m a good girl. You said so before.”
“The best girl,” he replies. “We’re going to get settled first.”
“Can settling include a knot?”
“So much trouble.”
“Every day. Have to keep you on your toes. Your mad face is fun and hot.”
Trick stops short to glare at her, and I burst out laughing.
“I like her like this,” I inform him. “Izzy barely holds back as it is, but this is hilarious.
Izzy’s sheets are unmade but I know firsthand they’re incredibly soft.
Trick sets her on the bed, and she rolls around on the surface. She sighs and rubs her arms over the cotton.
“Soft. Very nice. You’re a good alpha, Trick. Still not right though. Too bright. Wrong color. Needs to be happier. I want a happy space. Haven’t had a space of my own in so long. This one can be mine.”
He doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that.
The white slacks and blouse from the fundraiser hit the floor quickly. She strips out of a barely-existing thong and bra so that she’s completely nude.
Izzy continues rolling around on the bed. She sighs happily.
“Come in the bed with me, alphas. You’ll like this. I made sure it smells like me and it feels like home.”
Trick leans over to whisper in my ear.
“There’s some support items in the nest. Rectangle button behind the dresses. Close the door before you go. I don’t want her to freak out when we tell her we can’t go in there.”
Nodding, I head for the closet. As I close the double doors behind me, Izzy’s still babbling.
“Too many clothes, Trick.”
He chuckles and she gasps.
Alright, I need to get back immediately.
The nest in the next room is smaller than I thought it would be. The low ceiling and dim lights would be perfect for what she wants.
She said she doesn’t want to use this room, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why. There’s even a small, attached bathroom with a shower-tub. The mini fridge hums a gentle white noise.
Trick has thought of everything.
The revelation earlier about his other pack was shocking, but I’d figured out there was something holding him back. He’s too guarded. He thinks I can’t tell when he holds back, but I see it clearly.
There’s a number of funky-shaped pillows and supports. I toss them all into the main closet area and gather the blankets and pillows as well.
There’s also a drawer full of brand new toys and bottles of various liquids. They have expiration dates far in the future, which means that these are recent purchases.
Whether that’s wishful thinking or simply pragmatism is something I should ask him.
Izzy as our omega.
For real.
In earnest.
She moans in the next room, so I rush gathering everything into my arms and exit the space. It takes far too long to figure out how to close the hidden entryway.
The closet doors fly open and I burst into the bedroom.
There on the bed, Trick’s stripped off his shirt and has his face buried between Izzy’s legs.
Whispered, unintelligible pleas dance on her lips as she smiles through his attention. Her beautiful body writhes and she fists the sheets.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Passion and jealousy fight for control.
“Mason,” she whimpers. “Need you. Need more.”
“Anything for you, bunny.”
The words come automatically.
I would give this woman the sun itself if she asked for it.
She whispers another plea for me, so I spread the trove of toys on the ground by the closet and strip down.
Her legs flex around Trick’s head and clamp down on him.
My omega vibrates with need. Her fists anchor her to the bed, but her body is a live, squirming ball of desire. She screams behind closed lips as she comes so forcefully her knuckles are white.
Spicy honey floods the room. It hits me so hard that the world blanks to nothingness. Hormones flood my body and I inhale sharply.
“Mason,” Trick says, the tone severe.
“I’m fine,” I reply through clenched teeth.
“If you rut, there’s a strong chance you’ll bite her.”
“I’m aware of how a rut works.”
“Hmmm, a rut sounds fun,” she says and rolls onto her stomach. She shakes her ass in Trick’s face.
Hell, I may actually love this woman.
He slaps her ass, and we both focus on how it jiggles under his touch.
When he does it again, she giggles.
“You think that’s funny?” he says.
“Will you fuck me if I say yes? Or should I say no?”
He spanks her again, a little harder this time.
Izzy tilts her hips upward to offer her ass to him.
“A good alpha fills his omega’s needs and pussy.”
Trick’s hand slaps against her skin, but the smile on his face proves he’s enjoying this.
He grabs her hips and yanks her onto all fours.
“Keep her mouth busy for me?” he asks me.
Izzy turns her head to me, and the satisfied smile she gives me rockets my heart rate through the roof.
“Thought you’d never ask,” I reply.
Her shoulders shift side to side while she settles in.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “So desperate for us. Tell us what you need, Izzy.”
“You. Just you, everywhere.”
Trick rubs a single, thick finger through the mess between her legs and spears it into her ass.
She inhales sharply and her shoulders sink farther into the mattress.
“Our sweet little omega wants to be fucked hard in every hole, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, alpha. Now.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. We have to wait for Vin, and Mason’s still staring at us like he doesn’t know what to do with his dick.”
Stripping off my button-down, I lob it at Trick’s head. He bats it away and laughs.
“You can dish it but can’t take it,” he says.
“I can take it. Please give it to me,” Izzy says, her words muffled through the sheets.
“You heard the woman,” Trick says, the prompt clear.
These people are pack.
Patrick Wyatt is my alpha.
And Isabelle Sutton is my omega.
There is no uncertainty in the realization.
Until this moment, I’d been tentative and reserved. The interactions were awkward because I wasn’t sure if my responses were appropriate or welcome.
It took standing beside them, wishing Vin were here and watching them together and how they invite me in, to realize what I’ve subconsciously known all along.
Pack.
Alphas don’t typically bite each other. They bite a mutual beta or omega and the connection is made. It avoids the hierarchy problems that prevent packs from forming.
But I’d let Trick bite me if it came to that.
My teeth ache to formalize the bonds to both her and Vin.
And there’s no way in hell I’m letting her leave.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it happen.
It’s a tomorrow problem.
Right now, I have an omega to satisfy and an alpha to make proud.
Izzy’s eager by the time I’m seated in front of her. She props herself up on her palms, bites her lip, and eyes my shaft.
Soft hair cascades around her face, but I comb it to one side.
With a last, sly smile, Izzy runs her tongue up my hard cock and then sucks my head into her mouth.
Trick continues thrusting his finger into her ass. I have the perfect view of it from so close.
Her warm, wet tongue makes my hips buck up automatically. She gags but doesn’t stop.
No, this impossible woman takes it as a challenge.
She takes me as far as she can until my head blocks her air. Her cheeks and throat tense around me as she sucks hard.
Fuck, she’s going to suck out my soul like this.
Izzy chuckles and plays with me. She alternates between licking and sucking in ways that are more a tease than satisfaction.
When I’ve had enough, I grip her hair at the root and shove her face as deep as it will physically go.
My omega gags again, but she doesn’t resist.
I use her mouth while Trick stretches her ass, and damn if this isn’t the best experience of my life.
It makes me sad she probably won’t remember much. She’s fully sunk into the heat.
Vin wheels in a cooler full of ice and provisions.
“This is fun,” he says.
Lips tighten and teeth scrape against my shaft. When I flinch, Izzy sucks hard enough that my mind blanks.
“She...” I let out a strangled sob when she does it again. “She doesn’t like that, I think.”
Another soul-wrenching suck leaves me panting after the long tease.
“Fuck, Izzy. Not fun. So much more than fun.”
That seems to placate her, but she adds her hand and I have to physically stop her.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
She smiles with my dick still in her mouth and pumps her hand again.
“I thought omegas in heat want knots,” I groan.
“Seems she wants to swallow you down right now.”
Izzy continues pumping my shaft and forcing her own throat to accept me deeper.
My spine tingles and my muscles contract.
“Izzy . . . fuck . . . ”
Either her hand tightens or my cock is that hard. She picks up the pace and all of my thoughts focus down to the singular pleasure of her mouth wrapped around me.
My grip on her hair tightens, and I force her face deep onto my cock while I shoot my cum down her throat.
When I finally release her, she gasps in a breath of air and rolls with a pleased smile on her face. She wipes her mouth and stares at the ceiling.
Trick doesn’t allow a break, though. He turns her so that she’s on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed.
“You’re not done yet, Izzy. You’ve asked to be completely filled. Vin needs attention.”
Without any further prompting, Vin waits in front of Izzy and she drops her mouth open.
“Do you deserve my skin, omega?” he murmurs. “Maybe you don’t. Maybe you deserve a face fuck without getting to see the rest of me.”
She sticks out her tongue and points it at him.
“You don’t close your mouth unless he’s in it, Izzy,” Trick demands.
“Uh-huh,” she says, her mouth still agape.
Vin untucks his shirt and unzips his pants. He rolls up his sleeves and takes out his shaft. The fabric barely hangs onto his hips.
A line of drool runs down her face, but she follows Trick’s command. He runs his head over her open mouth and waiting tongue. Her throat bulges as he thrusts in.
Trick doesn’t wait any more, though. He splits her legs, positions himself at her entrance, and slowly impales her on his cock.
Sitting against the headboard, I have a prime view of all of it.
Izzy’s breasts quake while Trick fucks into her and Vin deafens her screams.
They work her hard, her skin pebbled with goose bumps and her nipples fine, hard points. I want to suck the bud into my mouth, but also I don’t want to interrupt what’s happening.
Already, I’m half hard again just watching them use our girl.
“Hell,” Vin curses. “I need more. Can we switch?”
“I have a better idea,” Trick replies.
Trick lifts our girl up and twists her around so that she’s straddling his lap. She looks bereaved at the loss and he chuckles darkly.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I made you a promise and we’re about to keep it. We just needed little league to be able to get back in the game.”
“Not my fault,” I scoff.
Vin steals a clip from her bathroom and uses it to keep her hair away from her face. How he knows not only where to find it but also how to use it is a massive mystery.
Trick uses his hands to spread Izzy apart and she settles her head in the crook of his neck. She inhales deeply as he summons Vin with a head nod.
Vin sees Trick’s actions for the invitation they are and sinks to the hilt into her pussy. He curses and rests a head on her shoulder.
“Damn, I miss this.” He sighs.
Vin fucks her with more control than I’d have. His thrusts are harsh but even, and her muddled groans and occasional eye rolls explain very clearly how it’s affecting her.
My hand works my cock back to hard like I know Trick wants.
“Come sit beside us,” he murmurs.
My legs hang off the side of the bed while I watch, only inches away from the three most important people in my life.
Sitting beside them exaggerates how fucking erotic it is. Trick braces her to him while Vin rests a hand on her shoulder and leverages into her cunt.
Her eyelids droop and she sighs contentedly while he takes from her.
Spicy honey has invaded my senses until I can’t smell or taste anything else. My mouth waters at the idea of eating her pussy, and I don’t even care that the guys have had her.
I just want her.
“Enough,” Trick says gently and then shifts her to my lap. “Vin’s the only one we can be certain won’t try to knot your ass. He gets the honors.”
The beta in question practically skips around to the large pile of sex toys to find a bottle of lube.
Which means . . .
“You don’t want to . . . ?” I ask, my voice dying off.
“Pack means we share our toys. Besides, our omega forgot to lick you clean when she was done. She’ll have to try again and prove to me she can perform a blowjob properly.”
Izzy shivers and nods frantically then climbs into my lap.
The first time Izzy and I are together is in the midst of a heat. Neither of us chose this moment, but I also really like that it’s among us.
Small fingers position me at her entrance before she sinks her hips down. I spread my legs to make space for Vin and also force her legs wide.
She skims those same fingers over my collarbone and runs them through my hair. The tactile need is so strong that even full to the hilt, she needs to touch me.
Any remaining hesitance dies an unrecoverable death.
No one will ever be this woman.
She rides me in a slow, rolling motion that’s more about maintaining our skin contact than anything else.
Vin slides his hand between us where we’re joined, and a fingertip vibe buzzes to life.
Izzy’s gorgeous eyes roll. She lets loose pleading little whimpers and begs to come.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “Almost there, love. A little more and you can come, but not yet.”
“Yes, alpha.”
And but damn if that doesn’t surge the ardor slamming against my restraint.
“Vin,” I say and grunt at him to “hurry up.”
The beta positions himself behind Izzy. His skin moves against mine and her pussy slowly tightens.
She’s hyperventilating, her chest moving so fast it flutters against mine.
“Vin,” she whines.
“Almost there.”
“No. Fuck me, Vin.”
“I should—”
“No, you should fuck me. Now. Hard. Fucking damn it, I need more. I’m not made of glass!”
Izzy shifts her hips, pushing herself onto both of us.
Her back bows the first time she does it, but her body takes control.
Izzy rides us both, her hips slapping against Vin’s pelvis and her thighs clapping against mine.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Should I fill this pussy with my cum?” I rumble, fully letting my alpha intonation out.
Nails dig into my shoulder, so I do it again.
“Gonna knot you, but only if you can please all three of us.”
I lean back on my elbows to make space for Trick. He kneels to our side while patiently waiting for us to have our time with her. She leans over and hooks an arm around my neck for balance.
Izzy blows Trick while she hangs from my neck and Vin and I thrust into her. My movements aren’t that big, but I’m sunk deep so every drag is mind-numbing.
The three of us find a cadence together that builds the longer it goes on.
Strangled sobs come from our omega by the time the three of us agree we’ve reached an end.
I grab the fingertip vibe from the bed beside us and wait for the right moment.
With my signal, Vin’s thrusts become frantic and Trick uses his hand on her chin to make full use of her mouth.
When I force her pussy down over my knot, stars burst in my vision and the room spins.
The vibe barely touches her clit before she’s imploding around us.
Izzy screams on Trick’s cock as Vin comes hard and I quickly follow.
My world breaks apart and resets with pieces of them filling the cracks.
I will never come back from this.
She’s wiping Trick’s cum from the corner of her mouth with a finger when I come back to consciousness.
And like the good girl she is, she licks him clean when she’s done.
The days that follow are some of the best of my life.
We spend all day lounged in Izzy’s room. She refuses to leave and doesn’t like us to either, so one of us has to sneak out while she’s asleep for food.
I’m pretty sure we’ve set an international orgasm record.
Izzy is insatiable. I wake up more than once with my cock in her mouth as a precursor to her riding me to a finish.
My body actually hurts. I don’t think I can produce any more cum for her.
Trick and Vin won’t admit it, but I know they feel the same.
We’re all exhausted in the best possible way.
We’ve had her in every position imaginable and still she comes back for more.
It’s not until the third day that she has her lucid moments.
She shies away at first, but that wall has been thoroughly demolished.
I wake up in the middle of the night, yet again, with her stroking me.
Except that her eyes are focused and clear.
A slow smile spreads on her face, and I return it.
My girl.
The sex then is slow and sensual, and so unlike the demanding omega in the midst of a heat.
Things that night are different for all of us.
Whatever veil we’d been hiding behind ignites and burns to ash.
If she needs to pretend, we can pretend.
For now.
It proves she wants more from us.
The rest we can work on.