12. Chapter 10
I wasn’t an omega.
I said it to myself as I opened my suitcase with rage and started to pack.
They were probably in a cult, that was it. Still, I wasn’t hanging around to figure it out.
Wylder might be right: my body was betraying me. Even when I was angry at them, I was slick. My nipples were hard, and my mouth was still parched.
It was just lust.
A crush.
Something.
I was throwing my toiletries over my clothes in the suitcase when someone knocked and let himself in before I could deny company.
“Julia…” Noah sighed.
“You’re all crazy.”
“Tell me why you’re so upset.” He came to me, hugging my back to his chest until I stopped moving.
“I just think you three are crazy,” I huffed.
He moved me in his arms until we were front to front. “If it was just that, you’d be laughing. You’re upset. Tell me why, sunshine.”
I sighed. “Because I already don’t know who I am, Noah. My parents were from Bolivia, but I barely spent any time there. I don’t belong anywhere. I never had real friends, a place to go for Christmas. I don’t want to—”
“You don’t want to be another thing you don’t understand?”
I nodded. “And you’re also crazy.”
He placed his forehead on mine, breathing me in. “Reach down and touch my knot, Julia. If you think this is all make-believe, I’m not supposed to have a knot, right?”
“Maybe that’s just a game to make me touch your dick.”
He chuckled. “I bet the boys wouldn’t let you touch theirs tonight, right?”
I licked my lips. “I even begged.”
Noah traced my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Such a good girl. I want to see you begging for me.”
Fuck, there I was, drenched again. I didn’t want to believe they could smell it, but the slow smile on Noah’s lips was a heck of suspicious.
“Reach down, Julia. See it for yourself.”
Slowly, my heart hammering against my ribcage, I reached down, undid his button, and slid my hand inside this underwear.
He was hard and ready, thick, with moisture leaking from the tip. I whimpered when he hissed from my touch, his eyes closing like he had to hold back.
I traced my fingers along the head, gathering moisture with my thumb, going slowly down the velvet shaft before I finally reached the base, squeezing as I went.
The much larger base. I looked up, and he opened his eyes.
“When I finish fucking you, it’s going to lock it inside you to keep all the cum in. That’s why you’re so hot right now. You need me to knot you, sunshine. You won’t be okay until I do.”
I explored his member, and he let me. The human shaft was thick, but the bulbous head at the base? That was overkill. How was that going to fit?
“I’ll make it fit.” He kissed my temple, reading my mind.
“And you all have it?”
“Every alpha,” he whispered, “and you’re going to take all three of us, alright? Tell me you can do it, Julia.”
I was pretty sure I couldn’t, but I was nothing but a trier.
I nodded in confirmation while I squeezed his knot. Noah groaned and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
“Get on your knees, sunshine. Let me see your mouth.”
I didn’t think twice. I lowered down immediately, forgetting about packing, forgetting why I was so upset.
His command was my wish—my delicious, perverted wish.
“Open all the way,” he ordered, nodding to his pants, and I was quick to obey, dragging the fly down.
I looked up once it was done, waiting for more instructions.
“Take it out.”
I reached for this underwear and took his cock out. While I had it in my hand, seeing was so different from feeling. He was huge, bobbing in front of me. His knot should have looked a little alien to me, but it didn’t. It was perfect, just like the rest of him, velvet to the touch, and I couldn’t wait to have it in my mouth.
“Kiss the tip, sunshine.”
I did what he asked.
“And look at me.” I looked up and kissed it again as he nodded, happy with me. His thumb came to my bottom lip and opened my mouth. “Take as much as you can.”
Finally. I’d been begging for cock for hours now. With enthusiasm, I swallowed him as far as I could go, testing my gag reflex.
“Jesus,” Noah hissed.
I couldn’t be detained. I took him into my mouth until I reached his knot and slowly moved back up. Noah grabbed my hair and helped me with the rhythm, showing me what he liked the best.
“Can you swallow my knot too?”
I shook my head no. My mouth barely closed around his shaft, and I couldn’t possibly open wider. Noah tsked, showing me my answer wasn’t the one he was looking for.
“You can go really slow, but you’re going to swallow, sunshine.” His thumb traced my chin. “Open up that pretty mouth for me, huh? I’ve been dying to fuck it since you said hi.”
Funny how I thought he hated me at first sight, and now, here I was, stuffed with him. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I did my best to open my mouth wide, relaxing my jaw and taking as much as I could. Noah held me in place and slowly slid in, testing my limits.
Tears ran down my cheeks, spit dribbling down my chin as he fucked my face, first slowly, and then without mercy.
I dripped between my legs, his grunts the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. I needed more. I needed them all.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the whole omega thing. I wasn’t sure what it meant just yet, but I knew I needed them desperately.
Noah played the line between rough and sweet. He fucked my mouth like it was his, not caring when his knot got even bigger. At the same time, he gently brushed his thumb across my cheek and fixed a strand of hair behind my ear.
Sweet, rough, everything.
Abruptly, he left my mouth, his hand circling his dick as he sprayed cum all over my face. My mouth hanging open, I licked some of it off my lips.
“I couldn’t knot your mouth,” he explained, using his cum to paint my cheeks. “The others are waiting.”
I tried to stand, but he was quick to bend over, taking me into his lap and lifting me up. Noah turned on his heels and left my room to find his at the end of the hall. Wylder and Theo were still there waiting, their brows furrowed with worry that disappeared when we arrived.
“Thank God,” Theo sighed.
“I like your makeup, sweetheart,” Wylder mocked, referring to the cum still dripping off my face.
“Fuck off.” I raised a hand to clean it, but Noah shook his head.
“Leave it.” With a lot of care, he lowered me to the bed, scooping a little cum off with his thumb and brushing it across my lips. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Hungry.” I was honest.
His eyes shone with my answer. He knew I wasn’t hungry for food.
Noah took my t-shirt off and cleaned my face with it before throwing to the side. I was once again naked when everyone else was dressed.
“Open your legs and show us,” he asked quietly, expecting to be heard over anyone and anything.
First the right and then the left, I spread my legs for the room, showing them my pussy. I was still wet, still feeling feverish.
“I said show us,” he demanded again.
I gulped and looked at them. Wylder was closer to the door, still dressed, his hands closed in a fist as he licked his lips.
Theo was to my right, and his eyes didn’t leave me. He worked a lump down his throat when we made eye contact.
And Noah, right in the middle, his expansive chest heaving, like he was holding himself back not to attack.
With my forefinger and middle, I opened my lower lips, my head down, still self-conscious.
“Your face, beautiful,” Wylder said. “We need to see it.”
Chin up, I looked at him, looked at them all as my forefinger traced my clit, making my leg jump a little.
“Shit,” Theo hissed.
“Theo, feed her,” Noah commanded. “Wylder, hold her in place.”
They all started to undress at the same time, and I wasn’t sure where to look anymore. Shirts gone, jeans lowered—the three of them looked gorgeous, and I couldn’t choose. Why would I?
Wylder came closer in his mission to hold me in place, and I gasped in shock when I saw the piercings down his dick.
Jacob’s ladder.
I salivated, and he chuckled, kneeling on the bed in front of me. “I’ll let you play with them soon.”
“I—” I was overwhelmed. Between three knots and a Jacob’s ladder, I was clearly in over my head.
“For now, take care of Theo,” he growled, making me turn my head to the other side where Theo was waiting, his cock brushing my lips.
Feed her.
I swallowed his cock, trying my best to satisfy him, to go all the way. Wylder played with my nipples while I sucked Theo. His warm hand pushed down my body to my pussy, where he gently and maddeningly played with my clit ever so slowly.
I bucked my hips, needing more, but he removed his hand, and I cried out around Theo’s cock.
Wylder laughed at my despair as he positioned himself behind me, my body between his open legs, his cock carving into my back.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Wylder whispered in my ear.
Shit, I wasn’t. Was anyone ever ready for something like this?
Theo kept driving into my mouth as Wylder held my body and lowered it down to his, and then I felt something in my core.
I couldn’t turn my head to check, but I was sure it was Noah’s cock filling me up, bit by bit.
I thrashed, wanting more, suddenly on fire, and Wylder quickly held my hips with one hand and my face with the other so I wouldn’t let Theo’s cock go.
I whimpered, drooling down my chin, as Noah slowly started to thrust into me.
“Concentrate,” Wylder told me in my ear, his hand on my chin, keeping me in place for Theo. “We need you so much. You need to take us three.”
I nodded. I needed them too. I wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but they were printed on my skin.
The mountain called for me, but it was its men who made me whole. The feelings were overwhelming, so much so that I felt lost in the sensations.
Noah fit snug inside me, Wylder whispering filthy things into my ear as Theo drove his cock into my mouth, grunting over my head.
I felt unprepared for all of this—it was overwhelming, impossible. My toes curled into the soft sheets as sweat ran down my spine. My jaw hurt, and my clit begged for release.
Noah pushed all the way to the hilt, his knot popping inside me, and I moaned so loudly, Theo immediately came down my throat.
I tried to swallow it all, but it dribbled down my chin, which Wylder cleaned with his thumb. When I looked up at Theo, I found him dazed from his orgasm, and then I turned to Noah, driving into me mercilessly.
My mouth opened in a silent scream when Wylder reached between Noah and me for my clit. I didn’t need much—one touch, and I was gone.
Flying.
I wasn’t lonely Julia Apaza anymore. I wasn’t a sad artist, an orphan.
I was theirs, and they were mine.
The certainty ran from my heart to my veins, poisoning everything.
I belonged to someone. I belonged somewhere.
Tears ran down my cheeks, and Noah captured my chin between his fingers, tipping my head up to meet him. No words came from my lips, but he spoke for me.
“I’ve got you.”
Together, we exploded as he locked inside me
His knot swelled, my whimper turning into a wail, and I was gone.