Chapter 28
I stared dumbly at Dylan, his words halting my impending tantrum. My brain short-circuited, and I couldn’t find the words to reply.
Which one?
All of them , my traitor body screamed, my core clenching at the idea.
I wasn't completely innocent. Sure, I hadn’t had sex, but I knew about it. I had been in my teens when I had been taken by Alec. So, I had been given the birds and bees talk plenty, and knew what sex was, how heats worked, and so on.
What I didn't know was just how badly pre-heat cramps hurt. It felt oddly unjust to be going through that much pain. I understood that it was biologically necessary to force an omega to go into heat and want to make lots of babies for the continuation of the species and all that jazz, but surely, we were beyond that by now?
Part of me thought I should have been terrified at the prospect of having sex, but I wasn't. I had been terrified at the prospect of having sex with Alec. There was no way in hell he would have been able to satisfy me during a heat. It would have meant a very painful and miserable time for me.
That didn't mean I was traumatised against the idea of ever having sex. Heck, I'd been thinking of these guys in a semi-sexual manner for days now. I wasn't just okay with the idea of having sex with them—I wanted it.
I wanted to experience all the things I'd missed out on. Most women my age had taken the leap and had many sexual experiences. Whether it be sharing their heat or finding a pack, most women my age were satisfied sexually.
And I wholeheartedly believed that Pack Reid would be able to keep me totally satisfied.
“Juniper?” Carter asked gently.
I shook my head, turning to him. In my utter surprise, I hadn't answered Dylan's question. Who did I want first? Yes, my body was crying out for all of them, but realistically, for the first time, one partner would be preferable, but this wasn’t a normal situation.
“Just one of you?” I asked.
“We don't want to bombard you,” Asher said, though I could see from the outline of his cock in his sweatpants that he was already hard.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think this is a take-things-slow situation, if you catch my drift.” I groaned, clutching at my stomach.
“You could try and do this alone, if you want. We will do whatever you want,” Carter said.
“Though, I've got to say, if you’re thinking you want to do this alone, let me know soon, because I'm going to have to be in a different room than you.” Dylan growled. “Holy fuck, you smell amazing, and there’s only so much one alpha can take.”
My smell was affecting him that much? Dylan always came across as so composed, so stoic, there was something about the idea of my scent being too much for him that was downright heady.
There was no denying the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the countertop, and his jaw was visibly tense.
“And what would you do if I stayed in this room?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. I knew exactly what I was asking for. I knew exactly what I wanted. For once, I was going to grab the proverbial bull by the horns.
My past lack of heats had been for survival.
Now it was time to enjoy myself.
And with three alphas at my beck and call, I got the impression that I would greatly enjoy myself.
One time. Let yourself have one time before things go back to normal , a voice in the back of my head pressed.
Dylan’s face broke out into a grin. “Well, maybe it will be easier to show you,” he said, his hands reaching for my hips. He lifted me off my feet with ease, and my arms flew around his neck, desperately looking for something to hold on to.
I was only in the air for a brief second before my butt was placed on the cool granite kitchen counter. Dylan’s scent of pine, musk, with a hint of woodsmoke was somehow even warmer and richer up close. There was no missing the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers, either.
“I think I need a taste,” he said simply, throwing a grin my way before sinking down to his knees in front of me.
Oh, holy…
My mind was running a million miles a minute as Dylan slowly pulled my sleep shorts off my body, throwing him to the side. Every part of my body felt tense and needy.
I was only in the early stages of heat fog, but I was already too far gone to worry about being self-conscious. If a hot alpha wanted to get on his knees in front of me and make me feel good, then I was not going to question it.
I whimpered as the cool air hit my pussy. Holy fuck, I was overheated and oversensitive. I was ready to explode just from the sensation of cool air alone. When Dylan's warm breath joined the mix, I nearly passed out.
How could I be so close to exploding when he hadn't even touched me yet?
“What are you waiting for?” I whined, my hand coming to rest in his hair, lightly tugging at the soft strands.
“Patience, I’m just taking in the view,” he said.
“You can take in the view later,” I growled. “For now, I am in pain, and I need you to make me come.”
“Who am I to disobey a direct order?” Dylan chuckled. “I bet your pussy is going to look so good leaking all my pack mates’ cum after it’s been knotted again and again.”
My body reacted to his words, my pussy clenching and more slick flowing. If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to be leaving a puddle on the kitchen counter.
“Dylan!” I growled.
The first lick of his tongue almost made me leap off the counter. He managed to find my clit with practiced ease, and instead of taking it slowly, he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Electricity shot down my spine at the touch, and I released a keening whine. If his tongue felt this good, how good was his knot going to feel?
What if Dylan did that to me while I was on my knees for one of the other pack members?
Oh, fuck.
Did I want to be shared?
Yes, yes, I did.
As Dylan worked my body with expert touches, making my vision blur and legs tremble in his grip, I knew that was exactly what I wanted.
If one alpha felt this good, what would three alphas feel like?
“Someone’s a little pent up,” Dylan cooed, looking up at me with a smirk. “Your pussy is already begging to come.”
“Then, make me come!” I meant for the words to come out as a growl, but they sounded more like a desperate whine.
There was no way in hell I would be able to stay in control with all three of them.
But did I want to?
I had fantasised about being pressed between two alphas before, but now those alphas had faces, and things felt very real.
“Ask nicely,” Dylan admonished, nipping at my clit, making me squeal.
“Oh, fuck. Please. Please make me come, Dylan. Make me come on your tongue.” My words were babbled, but they did the job.
My body convulsed as Dylan circled two fingers around my entrance, teasing me for a moment before filling my pussy with them. With the same precision he’d used when finding my clit, he homed in on my G-spot and went to town, rubbing hard while he sucked my clit into his mouth, lightly scraping it with his teeth.
I couldn’t take it. The double stimulation was too much. Throwing my head back, I came with a cry, and I didn’t care who heard me.
All I could think about was the wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body, my muscles trembling as Dylan kept my legs firmly pinned to the cool countertop.
“Fuck!” I cursed, falling backward, panting heavily as Dylan’s movements eased.
“You taste better than I imagined,” Dylan said, grinning up at me, his face glistening with my juices. I had thought the sight of my slick over an alpha’s face would be embarrassing, but it was oddly hot seeing Dylan like that.
My entire body felt numb, languid. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Maybe I could just stay on the kitchen counter and let all the members of Pack Reid feast on me.
The kitchen was the place for eating, after all.
“I think you broke my legs,” I admitted in a breathless voice.
“I guess I’ll just have to carry you around, then.” Asher laughed.
I lifted my head to find both him and Carter staring hungrily at me, their gazes branding me.
I hummed in agreement. “A girl could get used to that.”