Chapter Twenty-One
Vanessa
I wake up, light streaming through the window. As soon as the shops are open again, we have to go shopping for curtains… and a bunch of other things. Turning on my side, I find Silas there, smiling down at me.
"Morning, gorgeous," he says, kissing me softly.
"Morning," I mumble sleepily, sitting up and stretching. "Where are Mason and Zayne?"
"Downstairs cooking breakfast. I'll head down and help in a second. Didn't want you waking up alone."
A blush creeps up my cheeks. "I'm sorry, Si. You can go join them. You didn't have to sit around and wait for me to wake up."
He gives me a cocky smirk, booping my nose. "Silly omega. I could spend hours just staring at you. You're my favorite everything. Wait, does that make me sound like a creep?"
"A little bit," I say, trying to look serious but failing miserably. "But that would make me one too. I can't keep my eyes off the three of you."
He captures my mouth in a heated kiss that has my body going nearly limp.
I'm about to beg him to knot me when he pulls away, groaning.
"The guys will kill me if you're not downstairs in the next five minutes, baby.
" I start to whimper from need, but he shushes me with another kiss.
"I promise after breakfast I'll bring you back up here and knot you for however long you want, gorgeous. Be a good girl and go get dressed."
He nearly runs out the door, leaving me panting and needy. It's only the promise of knots that has me quickly getting dressed in one of their shirts and heading downstairs.
I nearly cry when I see the Christmas tree from the cabin standing proud and tall in the living room. I can't believe they brought it back here with everything exactly in place.
"Gorgeous, come into the kitchen," Silas calls. I follow the sound of his voice, coming to a complete standstill when I see the three of them, each only wearing a Christmas apron and a Santa hat. "Wow."
Mason grins at me. "Like what you see, Ness?" he asks, flexing his muscles. I'm drooling. With his bare chest exposed and his little Santa hat, Mason might have just left me with a Santa kink.
"Like? I fucking love it. Where is my phone? I need a picture for my spank bank."
"No pictures," Zayne growls, turning around to flip pancakes. My eyes bug out, and I start panting when I see his hard, sexy ass naked and on display. "And no more getting yourself off. Only we get to make you come."
"Yes, sir," I whisper, licking my lips. He looks at me over his shoulder, eyes blazing with desire.
"That's my good girl," he praises. I preen at his words. He walks over with a stack of pancakes and puts them down. He kisses me before whispering, "Merry Christmas, Ness. Now eat."
I lick my lips, my gaze drifting to where his hard-on is tenting the apron. "I'm not hungry for pancakes."
I move to kneel in front of him, but he stops me and pulls me onto his lap instead, groaning when I wiggle around. "Eat first, woman. I'm planning on knotting you at least twice before your parents get here for lunch. You're gonna need the fuel."
"But I ache, alpha," I pout, making him chuckle. He starts cutting up the pancakes to feed them to me, and I use the distraction to slide his apron up. I sink down on his hard dick, and he drops the silverware and curses.
"Brat," he scolds, but starts moaning when I start riding him. He locks his arms around me, holding me still, making me whine with need. "Only good girls get to ride their alphas, baby girl. Mason, feed her while I play with her clit."
Mason gives me a shit eating grin, holding out the fork with pancake on it. I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to open my mouth, until Zayne starts rubbing my clit, making my lips part. Mason stuffs my mouth full, and I glare up at him while chewing, making him laugh.
"Move, Zayne," I beg. "Fuck me." But he doesn't. He keeps teasing my clit, bringing me close to coming and then stopping until I calm down. He keeps doing this over and over until I'm a sobbing mess.
"Last bite, baby," Mason murmurs, bringing the fork up to my lips.
As soon as I swallow the last bite, Zayne starts fucking me from below.
I scream out my release, my body shaking from being denied for so long.
Zayne is about to fuck his knot into me, but the front door bangs open and Bat comes running into the kitchen. My mom is following close behind.
I fly off Zayne's lap, pulling at the shirt so it covers as much as possible. Mom stands there in shock, her mouth open wide. She throws her head back and starts cackling like a madwoman. She pulls out her phone and starts snapping photos of my alphas in their Christmas aprons.
"These are going in the family photo album," she says, looking down at her phone.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" I finally ask, the shock from her finding us like this wearing off.
"Your demon child," Mom starts, pointing at Bat. "Would not calm down. She kept stealing my dild- shoes, so I decided to come drop her off and see if you needed any help with Christmas lunch."
"How did you even get in?" Zayne asks.
She rolls her eyes at him. "I found your spare key. Really, Zayne? A ceramic frog? Do better. I'll wait in the living room. Go put on some clothes so we can start cooking."
I turn to face my guys, all three of them blushing like crazy. All I can do is shrug. "I would say sorry, but you're kind of stuck with me now. Better get used to all the crazy."
"Brat," Zayne growls, trying to grab me, but I dodge and start running up the stairs, my three alphas chasing after me.
I make it to the nest, where Zayne pins me down and finishes the job he started downstairs.
Mason has his huge cock in my mouth, keeping me quiet while Silas sucks and bites my nipples.
I come apart for them, happier than I've ever been.
I'm so glad I came back to Stonybrook. Thankful for pushy parents who made me leave the house and abandoned me when I did. Fuck, I'm even grateful for them having an active sex life. It gave me the push to agree to going away with my alphas.
I've always been in love with my three best friends. And now, finally, I get to call them mine.