Chapter 29 #2
Sliding the shirt off my head, I see their work. The bed still doesn’t have sheets, but it’s covered with blankets. My eyes shoot to them, their worried faces making my heart beat faster.
“We don’t have sheets for this big of a bed, but we have this,” Silas says as he adjusts the last blanket. My eyes catch on baskets of clothes, hopefully dirty, and the tears flowing down my face are happy.
“Shower,” I mutter, knowing I can’t get into this nest without a shower.
Havoc scoops me up, my giant alpha doing giant alpha activities, and takes me to the shower that is in the attached bathroom.
My body aches with the need to be touched and watching as my two other alphas come into the bathroom, I need them in me again.
Havoc plays with the shower temperature, and Thorne is behind me, his hands already finding my soaking center. I moan, leaning backwards into him.
“So wet for me already, Noa? Does crying turn you on, Peach Puff?” He asks, licking a tear from my cheek.
“Yes, Alpha,” I say, not fully comprehending what he’s saying, but I’d love anything with my Alphas, I know that for sure. I need more. More of him, more of all of them.
He steps back, and I nearly fall, but Silas slides between us and the door, kneeling in front of me like a worshipper, and my omega is thrilled over it.
“Can I take my prize for handling my punishment so well, Noa?” His breath hits my lower stomach, and I groan as his words rile something up in me.
“Please,” I whine, not very sexy, but Silas only seems encouraged. His hands grip my thighs, lifting one over his shoulder as he kisses my inner thigh. Going higher and higher with each peck, and I can’t refrain from writhing as Thorne's fingers start edging at my lips, playing in my slick.
As they both near, I want to buck, rock, something, but I do my best to remain still. Wanting my alphas to work their magic.
“Please,” I moan as Thorne’s finger enters me at the same time as Silas’s tongue. “Oh, my—“
“Yes, sweetheart, make your alphas work for it,” Havoc says, his gaze on me deep and intense.
He’s watching so intently it’s almost as if his hands are on me too.
His cock strains from his unzipped cargo pants, and my mouth aches for a taste.
But then Thorne adds another finger, my mind goes blank as they work me.
Slowly adding more fingers, more pressure.
Silas’s nose hits my clit, and I know I’m coming undone.
The heat from the shower water makes the room steamy, and I’m sweating hard as my alphas play with my body. I need more.
I groan, trying to rock faster, no longer able to hold back, and they meet me where I set the pace. I need to come more than anything else. Havoc takes it up a notch, palming his cock, and that about does it for me.
Thorne bites my neck, not enough to bond, but my omega sees no difference and, like lightning, I’m coming on Silas’s tongue and Thorne’s fingers. My jaw opens as a moan louder than I’ve ever produced comes from me.
“Oh gosh,” I say, satisfied from coming, but it’s not enough anymore.
I need a knot.
Maybe Havoc can tell, because he reaches for me, his muscular arms setting me in the shower. My hair gets wet, but with my heat, I could hardly care, as my straight strands revert to their curls.
I need them more.
Havoc is quick, wetting the rag and applying soap. As quick as he is, he is gentle and thorough as he washes my body. He even takes a moment to clean under my fingernails. Silas steps into the giant shower with us. His hands in my hair before I can compute what he’s doing.
Fingers in my scalp, and little touches all over my body.
I’m finding it hard not to get horny again.
My slick drips from my thighs, and Havoc’s there, first wiping it with the rag.
But then changing his mind and licks it off my thigh, staying away from my pussy, making the dripping worse.
Opening my thighs, placing one leg over his left shoulder, he focuses his attention there.
Licking and sucking my skin and I nearly come from his tongue on my thigh alone.
Thorne doesn’t let himself miss out on this party, fully naked and stepping in the shower, washing himself before he focuses on me, his hands applying whatever, probably face wash, to my face.
How much more could an omega ask for?
They continue washing as I stand, letting them do their alpha thing to take care of me. I try to keep their knots out of my mind and view, knowing I’m one thread away from snapping and begging for a knot right in this shower.
“She needs us,” Silas says as he turns my head to rinse the conditioner out.
I nod my head yes, my eyes closed as the heat and their hands warm me like a lullaby. After we rinse everything, I’m ushered out of the shower and into my nest.
This time, much cleaner. I smile so big my cheeks hurt, and I make my way to the bins of clothes.
I don’t bother getting dressed, for once, feeling good in my nakedness as I grab clothes with my mates’ scents on them.
I line them around the bed, doubling up on the headboard, tucking them into the blankets and pillows that my alphas brought.
This nest might not have been ready, but it’s perfect now. Turning to face my very patient alphas, I giggle as they rush to me. Their patience dies as I finish my nest.
Thorne is picking me up and dropping me onto the bed. A laugh bursts out of me as he grabs me by my ankles and yanks me to him. I lean up to meet his lips with mine. Mine. My alpha. And he needs to know it. Feel it. Deep in his throat. Where my bond should be.
His lips fight mine. I smile into our kiss, my hands in his soft hair, guiding him close.
For him to touch every part of my body. I hook a leg on his hip, and he lets me take control, flipping us so I’m on top.
Straddling him, I trail my kisses everywhere, nipping him as my need for a bond courses through my veins like fire.
He’s the last one, the last alpha I’ll make mine.
Silas is at my back, his fingers tracing absentmindedly down my back, chills following his trail. As he meets my ass, I hear him groan, and my omega purrs at pleasing her alpha.
“Such a perfect omega,” Silas mutters, groping my ass as his hand trails down to my center. Slick coats his fingers. I can hear the wetness between his fingers as he rubs them together.
His hands disappear, and I look back, missing the contact already. Silas is standing in all his naked, sexy glory, his fingers, my slick, in his mouth. He slides his fingers out with a pop and a moan. My hips rock against Thorne, needing to be filled. I need them inside me now.
I whine, Thorne’s lips on my skin as he lifts me up by my hips.
Finally, I can feel my pussy throbbing. Slowly, I sink down on his cock, trying to adjust to his size, feeling every raw inch of my alpha.
But my heat licks at me, making slick pool at my thighs and a cramp in my stomach.
I slide down much quicker than I wanted, but Thorne feels just as good.
Making me just as full as I craved. I slide up, setting a pace as Thorne helps guide me with my hips.
We are one, chasing a high, and I know without a single doubt that these are my alphas and, more importantly, that I am their omega.
There’s no better reason we fit so well together, physically and mentally. No matter what I may think, the gods paired me with them, and they are making it so hard to doubt the omega I am. With them, it’s hard to feel anything but perfect.
Silas pushes me forward, down onto Thorne’s chest, dipping his fingers in my slick again and dragging up my ass.
My mouth waters as my lips meet Thorne’s neck.
I bite next to Silas’s and Havoc’s bonds, wasting no time in bonding Thorne to me.
He moans, and I rock my hips harder as the delicious bond sets in.
By the time I remove my teeth, before I can even appreciate my work, Thorne’s hand snakes up my neck, bringing my neck to his lips.
Biting down I feel the rush of an orgasm.
My body shutters as pleasure takes over me.
The perfect orgasm, finally bonded to all my alphas.
Opening my eyes, Silas and Thorne keep thrusting into me, like they know my omega needs more.
My omega paces as the heat builds up again.
She’s restless, excited for her alphas to use her.
Knots, I’m getting knots. All the knots, okay, maybe only two.
I don’t know how I feel about having a knot in my mouth.
I never thought I’d want one as much as I do with them.
I kiss Thorne, but I need all three of my alphas.
“Havoc.” Before his name could leave my lips entirely, he’s in front of me, climbing on the bed. “I need your cock.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” His gentle words are what I need as Silas presses his fingers into me. My tight hole pulsates as he slowly enters.
Havoc kneels in front of me, and my mouth waters. I’m sure I’m drooling, but with the sensation of Thorne’s cock, Silas’s fingers, and what’s coming, my body is lit up in sensations.
I lose balance as I reach for Havoc’s cock, slowly putting him into my mouth.
His hard ridges, and soft skin, pleases me as I take as much as I can in.
My spit is making this a mess, as it always does.
I look up at Havoc, my sexual inexperience settling seeds of doubt that my heat quickly erases.
If not my heat, then his eyes, as he stares down at me, edge me on, pleasure building tenfold in me for pleasing my alpha.
Silas works my ass as Havoc slowly rocks in my mouth.
It doesn’t take long for Silas to enter me, too.
The new feeling of something coming in a door that’s never been open scares me a bit, and he goes slowly.
Like he knows without me needing to say.
His hand finds my back as he steadies my wiggly body.
“Relax, omega, our bodies are meant for this.” His words comfort a part of me that didn’t realize I was scared. Thorne’s gaze catches mine under Havoc’s cock in my mouth, and I almost cry at the thought that I’m not alone.
“You've got this, Peach Puff. Take all your alphas at once,” Thorne says with a groan as Sillas rocks forward, the fear turning into intense pleasure as all my alphas are here with me.
Instead of sinking down on Thorne’s cock again, I push back onto Silas’s so he knows I’m ready. I hear him groan, and then he juts forward, his cock sliding into me and rocking me back down onto Thorne’s cock.
I moan over Havoc’s cock. He tilts his head back, and his hips jerk forward, hitting the back of my throat. The tears are immediate, but everything in my body is saying to do that again.
“Wait,” I say, shaking, letting Havoc’s cock drop out of my mouth. He’s moving already, giving me a nod and a smile as if he knows why I stopped.
I’m so close to coming, but I want to time this right. “There’s one thing I have to do first. I need to feel you all.” My eyes land on Thorne, whose cheeks turn red as he catches what I mean.
“May I?” I ask, rocking my hips down, trying to catch our release at the right time. I’m so close, and by the way his hips are jutting into me, I can tell he is too.
“You never have to ask, Peach Puff.” He says and turns his head so his neck is open to me. That’s all it takes for me to bite down on his neck, right next to Silas and Havoc’s bonds.
I hear him groan, and I rock forward. The moment builds up fast as we start again, and I feel the wholeness of the bond click. Havoc’s chocolate scent is still here, and Silas’s groan lets me know where my giant alpha is. I remove my teeth from his neck and give him mine.
Thorne’s teeth sink into me, and at that moment, his knot slams into me as I come.
His teeth, that completeness in the bond, send me off the edge, and I can’t hold it anymore.
So much is happening at once. Silas isn’t far behind, slamming into me, his knot nestled in me tight.
I lean forward to rest my chest against Thorne’s chest as my alphas surround me.
I’m a bonded omega. A fully bonded, and knotted omega.
Their scents wrap around me as they do, one big Pack huddle.
The weight of Silas and Havoc on my back doesn’t bother me; the weight is heavy and so comforting like a giant weight blanket over me.
I snuggle into Thorne, who is carrying the weight of us all, and his hands play with my curly, frizzy hair as my eyes flutter closed.