Chapter 14
A rivulet of arousal trickles down my thigh onto Seb's lap. Zeke's eyes flick across us, glinting with excitement and hunger.
I turn and straddle Seb, his brown loose curls grazing my cheeks, nudging his nose with mine as I rub myself against him, smiling as I feel his erection thicken below me.
I'm bare under Allen's shirt, and growing wetter by the moment as I hear the impatient shuffling of James and Zeke approaching from behind.
A sensible omega would probably be terrified by the sound of two enormous alphas approaching from behind her with their intent writ large on the air around her, but the only thing I can feel, besides lust and desire, is…
rightness. Things just… being as they should be.
Seb gathers my hair in his hands, and pulls it back, dropping it behind my shoulders.
The tenderness of the motion makes something inside me bloom.
I drop my forehead to Seb's shoulder as my hips cant on their own against his lap.
I feel his cock swell under me. My omega is going nuts at the thought, making my heart pound in my chest and my core burn with want.
I haven't even felt the telltale cramp of a heat spike, yet I'm so close to losing control—I only stopped my suppressants this morning. Well, yesterday morning by now, technically.
This shouldn't be happening yet.
I shouldn't want this so much.
Leaning into Seb, I press my lips against his.
They are softer, more tender than I expected.
Petrichor, mixed with gentle male muskiness, washes across my tongue, along with the faint aftertaste of fresh herbs and lavender.
The scent and flavour burrow inside me, tugging and pulling and making me want something more than just this moment, something I'm scared to put into words.
I moan into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
A broad, calloused palm rests on my shoulder. Soft, soothing lavender whirls around me. "What are your six words, darling?" Zeke murmurs.
My nerves are twanging as I pull my lips from his, and lean my head against his chest. "Yes. No. Stop. Less. Good. More." I can barely pant out the words.
"Good girl," murmurs James. His words trigger something in my core. A fresh burst of slick drenches Seb's lap, and freesias bloom through the room.
Seb chuckles, his deep laugh resonating through my body. "Do you like being a good girl, Balga?"
My head snaps up. I can't look him in the eye as shame floods my cheeks. My body freezes.
I blink as I force myself to breathe.
It's not being recorded.
I'm safe.
James seems to growl behind me. Seb wraps me in another hug, his gold-brown hair flopping over my shoulders, as both he and Zeke stroke down my back with soothing hands.
"Hey, shhh, I'm sorry," Seb murmurs. "Nothing to feel bad about, Dellie.
None of us will judge you or think badly of you.
You're such a brave girl for being honest about what you like.
I think—" he glances around, then looks back at me "—we all think you should always have what you like.
And if you like being a good girl is one of the things you like, then we like that you like it. "
Warm arms pull me tighter against Seb's chest as his lips press into my ear. "When I get nervous, I joke. Sometimes it misfires. I got it wrong just then. I'm sorry." His low murmur is tight.
I pull away from him. As soon as he feels me move, his arms drop slack against his sides. His stubble rasps against my palms as I cup his face in my hands. Lines of worry pull his eyebrows down.
He looks… scared.
I'm safe.
They're safe people.
And… I somehow believe what I'm telling myself. Something inside me trusts them, although rationally I know there is no reason why I should—yet it does. I nod, perhaps more curtly than I mean to.
"Good," I mutter, and seize his lips in a hungry kiss. I feel the tension ebb from him as he vigorously returns it.
There is a shift on the mattress. Slowly, Zeke shuffles behind me, his movements cautious as I melt into Seb's kiss.
Seb's hand drifts down my shoulders, my back, along the side of my thighs.
I moan into Seb's mouth, canting my hips harder against his cock.
Part of me wants to reach back and grab Zeke, pull him close to me; but he moves with the wary carefulness of someone who's learned what they need to do to avoid pain.
So I pull Seb closer to me instead, taking it out on him.
With a determined grunt, Seb pulls his lips away from mine. "Slow down, Balga, or I won't last long enough to give your omega what she needs."
The whine that I can't hold back is tinged with impatience. James chuckles from behind me, and firmly, but without hurting me, fists my hair at the nape of my neck, while directs my face with his free hand. Slick drips out of me at the motion.
Huh. That's new.
There's something within me that definitely doesn't hate being taken charge of like this, the way I know I'm supposed to.
My head spins a little, my jaw hanging open—with shock or desire, I'm not sure.
I can feel the cool air on the saliva that's smeared down my chin.
James is just staring at me, his eyes liquid.
Need bursts from my chest. "More? Please?"
There is another plaintive groan from behind me.
A slow grin slinks across James' face. "Good girls can have anything they want, can't they, Zeke?"
Zeke's chuckle is husky. "They sure can."
My chin is gripped by James' other hand, triggering a burst of pleasure down my spine. His eyes bore into mine. "So, will you be a good girl and do what your alphas ask?"
This definitely shouldn't make me react like this. My tongue darts over my lips. "Yes."
That omega inside me is practically jumping out of my skin. She liked the shy, sweet, attentive James who took care of her earlier; but I think she likes this James almost as much.
He smiles, his eyes twinkling.
"Good. Then tell me how many of your alphas you want to take at once. Or show me. You can hold up your fingers if the words won't come."
Closing my eyes, I hold up two shaking fingers.
Caressing my cheek with his strong hand, James guides my face towards him. "Well done, lovely. You're such a good omega. So brave, isn't she, Seb?"
"Mmmm." Seb's voice is liquid. "She's incredible. I bet she will be brave about other questions as well."
My eyes crack open. There's no hint of sarcasm or scorn or judgement on either of their faces. Just lust and longing.
"The next thing I'd like to know is if you want something in your ass tonight." James makes it sound like he's asking about my coffee order.
He strokes my cheek again, and sits on the bed next to me. All the saliva seems to have dried up in my mouth. My swallow is loud.
"It can be a forever answer or a just for now answer, and it's okay not to know." His low murmur in my ear as I take a shuddering breath. He strokes my hair, but keeps his grip on my chin firm, so I can't turn my face away in shame. "So, do you want to take one of your alphas in your ass tonight?"
The words tremble on the tip of my tongue as I nervously glance around, but refuse to leave my mouth.
As I struggle to make the words come, my omega forces out a squeak as she fights me to get to her alphas and just get on with it.
Seb's soothing touch is pulling my focus too much. "Hmmm. That's not a yes. Maybe we should play that one by ear. Does that sound okay, omega?" Seb's voice is low. He seems to be handling each word like it's made of glass.
"Yes." My voice is laced with relief.
Zeke strokes my back, making goosebumps ripple along my torso.
"Well done, lovely. So, your omega wants two of us at once.
I love that she knows she wants that. Does she want one of us to fill up that gorgeous pussy of yours, and the other one to keep your mouth busy so you don't have to worry about talking? "
I close my eyes and nod, relief sheeting off me. "Yes."
James lays a firm hand on my cheek and turns my head towards his face. "Such a good girl."
His lips brush against mine in a tender kiss that makes my breath catch and my pussy drip with longing. I groan into his mouth. He pulls away from my mouth slowly.
"If it's too much, or you want a break, or if you or your omega change your mind or realise it's not what you want, or you want to use a word, you just tap any of our legs twice."
My shoulders drop as I nod. "Yes."
He frowns slightly. "I mean it, Omega. We need to know where you are at. Good girls get what they want and only what they want, and I would be very disappointed if you didn't let us know if something wasn't right. Do you understand?"
His eyes sear into mine.
I want to shrink away from his gaze, but I also want to revel in it. I swallow, nodding. "Yes."
He smiles softly.
My omega is basking in his gaze. He drops another gentle kiss on my lips, making me and my omega both moan into his mouth. He pulls away, grinning, and shuffles back a little.
"Now. Seb, do you think our lovely girl would like Zeke to pay her gorgeous breasts the attention they deserve?"
"Hmm. Dunno. Do your breasts need attention, omega?" I can hear lust dripping from his voice.
The "yes" that escapes me is breathy with longing. I raise my chin and smile.
"Go on then, Seb. Help her with her shirt. Arms up, lovely." James' voice is gentle but firm. I raise my hands above my head.
With an almost reverent expression, Zeke lifts my shirt. His fingertips skim over my body, sending gooseflesh rippling behind them. My breath stutters. "Turn her around, Seb."
Spinning me on his lap, Seb grins as I squeak at the sudden motion. James stands by the foot of the bed, arms folded, pupils blown wide. Kneeling between Seb's outstretched legs, Zeke's back is ramrod straight
Folding his arms, James nods at Zeke. "Go on, then."
Zeke shuffles closer to me. "Do you want me to touch you, darling?"
I smile. "Yes."
Zeke's face lights up like the sun has come out from behind a cloud as he smiles. He holds out his right hand. "Show me how you want me to touch you, darling."