16. Lily
Lily
I wake up with my head pounding.
Gah.
It’s like a drum beats behind my eyes, insistent and impossible to ignore. I groan, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow.
That’s when the second sensation hits.
A wave of heat, starting in my core and radiating outward until my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I kick off the covers, suddenly feeling stifled, my skin too sensitive, the fabric too rough.
I’m definitely going into Heat.
I haven’t had a Heat in… God, I can’t even remember how long. My body never went into that cycle when I was with Damian.
But now, it seems my body has decided it’s time.
Another wave of heat rolls through me, accompanied by a pulsing ache in my lower belly. I whimper, curling in on myself.
There’s a growing need inside me that demands to be filled.
My Alphas.
It takes me a moment to register that I’m in a different room. The memory surfaces: Raph giving me a suite. Telling me it’s their best room. Insisting I take it.
I push myself up on shaky arms, slide off the bed, and slowly wander the room, taking it in with fresh, Heat-glazed eyes.
The massive bed dominates the space, easily double the size of a king. Soft lighting bathes sleek furnishings in warmth, and a fully stocked en-suite bathroom and kitchenette wait ready. It’s perfect.
“Need to make this space mine,” I murmur, driven by primal instinct. I want to fill it with my scent and surround myself with soft, comfortable fabrics.
But when I pad into the living area, I stop short.
There, covering the sofa, are piles of blankets, pillows, and clothing.
They smell like my Alphas. The scent hits me hit me like a freight train.
Their combined mix of cedar, bourbon and vanilla makes my head spin and my knees weak. I want to drown in it.
A note rests on top:
If you need anything else, just ask. We’re here for you.
-Raph
A wave of warmth washes through me. They knew. Of course they knew. They’re my Alphas. They can probably smell my heat coming from a mile away.
I gather up an armful of the soft fabrics, burying my nose in them and letting their mingled scents flood my senses. Slick gathers between my thighs as I carry my precious bundle back to the bedroom, Omega instincts taking over completely.
I work in a Heat-driven haze, arranging and rearranging until it feels right. Blankets drape over every surface, pillows nest in corners, their shirts line the edges—until the entire room becomes a cocoon of comfort saturated with my Alphas’ essence.
Stripping off my sweat-damp clothes, I crawl onto the bed and sigh as their scents envelop me. The ache inside grows stronger, more demanding. My hand drifts between my legs, finding embarrassing wetness there. My hips thrust up seeking friction as I lose myself to the burning need.
I’m on fire, every nerve ending screaming for touch.
My fingers move with a mind of their own, plunging deep into my dripping core as I lose myself in filthy pleasure. I’m rub and circle my clit until I see stars.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, my hips bucking wildly against my own touch.
Soft moans escape my lips as pleasure builds and the first gentle peak washes over me, my fingers slowing to ride out the warm aftershocks.
But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I need my Alphas. Their touches, their bodies, the delicious stretch of them inside me. Now!
A high, needy whine escapes my throat as I bury my face in their blankets, inhaling their concentrated scent. It’s intoxicating.
Next thing I know, I’m touching myself again. The wet sounds of my self-pleasure fill the room as I frantically rub and circle, desperate for release.
“Fuck!” I cry out as another orgasm rocks through me, pussy clenching and gushing slick that soaks the sheets.
The edge of my need dulls only slightly. Deep within, a painful throb remains.
This is going to be a long Heat.
Thankfully, my Alphas are near. And I’m going to be demanding.
***
The knocking on the door is insistent, almost frantic. It pierces through the haze of my Heat-fogged mind, yanking me back to awareness. My skin feels too tight, every nerve ending sparking as sweat slicks my body.
I stumble from the bed on shaky legs, managing to throw on a silk robe without tying it, the cool fabric a blessing against my burning skin.
When I wrench open the door, they’re there. Raph and Leo My Alphas.
Their pupils blow wide the instant my scent hits them, turning their eyes to ink. Twin growls rumble from their chests, the primal sound shooting straight to my core, making me clench and gush with arousal
Their eyes burn with hunger, wild and unrestrained. Their chests rise and fall in heavy, ragged breaths, every fiber of their being straining to hold back. The very air around them crackles with intensity.
“Lily,” Leo rasps, his voice vibrating through me. “You called for us.”
“Where’s Alaric?” I manage through the haze.
“Running errands,” Raph says, gaze devouring the gap in my robe.
Leo steps closer, his scent crashing over me in intoxicating waves. “But don’t worry, princess. We thought we’d drop by, see if we could… give you a hand.” His voice drips with sin. “Or two. Among other things…”
Raph’s dark chuckle ripples across my skin like an actual caress.
“We’re happy to assist with any needs.” His fingers brush my cheek with surprising tenderness, considering the barely contained hunger rolling off him.
“Thoroughly and repeatedly, until your boneless and can’t remember your own name. ”
Fuck.
I lick my lips, noticing how their gazes zero in on the movement with predatory focus.
“In. Now.” The command slips out before I can stop it.
Raph’s lips quirk into a devastating smirk as he stalks forward, backing me into the room. “So demanding,” he purrs, trailing heat down my neck. “Love when you get bossy, sweetheart.”
Leo follows, his heated gaze raking over my body like a caress. “Careful what you wish for, princess.”
The door clicks shut, locking us in as Raph moves behind me. His strong hands claim my hips, the heat of his chest molding against my back, his erection pressing insistently on my ass.
“Look at you,” he breathes against my ear. “I can smell how wet you are.”
I push him back despite every instinct screaming at me to let him take me here and then. His eyebrow lifts in amusement.
“Not so fast, Alpha,” I warn, though my voice trembles. “I haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”
Raph chuckles. “Is that so, precious? What would you have us do?”
I let my gaze wander over them, drinking in the mouthwatering sight of their powerful bodies barely able to contain their hunger. My tongue darts out to wet suddenly dry lips. “Strip,” I command, voice breathy. “Slowly. Start with your shirts.”
Their matching grins promise delicious trouble. “As our princess wishes,” Leo purrs, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
I watch, hypnotized, as they slowly undress. Leo never breaks eye contact as he works each button free with deliberate slowness. Raph rolls his broad shoulders as the fabric slides down his arms, accentuating every muscle of his chest and abs.
My inner Omega whimpers with need as I take them in—their powerful arms, their sculpted thighs, the tantalizing V of their hips vanishing beneath low-slung jeans.
“Like what you see, baby?” Leo rumbles, preening under my stare.
I shudder, knees weak, every instinct screaming to let them take me however they want.
Raph chuckles, sensing my wavering resolve. “You seem a little distracted, my Queen. Tell us—how would you like to be served next?”
The challenge in his voice bolsters me.
“Pants off, Alphas,” I order, finding my voice. “Now.”
Their grins sharpen, dark and full of wicked intent. “Yes, ma’am,” they murmur in unison, hands drifting to their belts.
I watch, breathless, as Raph and Leo unfasten their buckles, the soft clink of metal echoing through the quiet room. Their eyes never leave mine as they slide the leather free, slow and teasing.
Leo pops the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down one agonizing notch at a time. Then, with a lazy shove, he kicks them aside, standing tall, every inch of him unapologetically on display.
Raph follows, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, peeling his jeans down over strong, sculpted thighs.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of their tanned skin, tight muscles, and thick bulges straining against the dark fabric of their boxer briefs.
“Take those off. Now.”
My command is barely out before both Alphas obey, stripping down in one fluid motion.
My breath stutters.
Their cocks are large and thick, catching me off guard.
Both are meticulously groomed, trimmed hair giving way to smooth, shaved balls. My mouth waters, and before I even realize it, I’m on my knees, my tongue tracing them.
Deep groans rumble from their chests the moment my tongue makes contact. I suck them greedily, relishing the way their cocks twitch with every flick of my tongue.
I open wider, stretching my lips around them both, pushing against my cheeks. They’re filling every inch of space.
“Holy shit,” one of them groans, voice wrecked. “Look at you, my beautiful queen”
A deep, approving moan vibrates through my throat as I hum around them, hands tangled in their thighs, stroking, squeezing, feeling the delicious weight of their balls.
This is filthy—and perfect.
They pull back, leaving my lips wet, saliva clinging between us in thin strands. I whimper, the sudden emptiness unbearable.
Raph grips my chin, tilting my face up. His voice is a husky growl. “Open.”
I obey.
He sinks back in, slow and deliberate, his cock sliding past my parted lips, deep enough to steal my breath. I take him to the base, my nose brushing his heated skin as my throat flutters around him.
“Fuck,” Leo groans, pumping himself as he watches. “You’re so pretty like this.”
They take turns, feeding me their cocks, their breathing ragged, their grips tightening in my hair, guiding me, controlling me with every thrust.
I moan around them, half in worship, half in surrender.