3. New Life
New Life
Emilia
Islept alone in my room for two weeks before my omega need to be in physical contact with alphas kicked in.
It started gradually. I sat on the sofa between Daryl and Rory and eventually curled up against one or the other, resting my head against their shoulder.
Jake sat in the armchair with a smile on his face.
Each day, I got to know the men a little better. I learned how they liked their coffee, what their favorite foods were, and what made them smile. Each afternoon, Daryl would join me in the kitchen to chat while I made dinner, so we grew closer faster than the others.
"What are we making tonight?" he asked, hopping onto the counter and looking at the array of ingredients I had spread out.
"Lasagna."
"Perfect. We all love that."
While I cooked up the ground beef, Daryl told me about his last flight to Hawaii and how he'd run into a storm. He was an excellent storyteller and I had to remind myself a few times that I was still cooking.
"So, we finally made it, but that was the scariest flight yet."
"I don't know if I'd want to fly," I said with a shudder.
"You've never flown?"
"Never had a reason. I've lived in this area my entire life."
"I'll take you with me sometime," he promised. "Maybe one of the shorter trips."
"Is that allowed?"
"You can hang out in the cockpit with me," he assured me. "No one will even know you're there."
The door opened and I heard Jake and Rory head upstairs. Rory always showered after work and Jake liked to change out of his stuffy suit and into something more comfortable.
While we waited for them, Daryl helped me set the table. I served up the hot lasagna so it would cool a bit before the guys came down and we settled in to wait for them.
It didn't take long. Rory came bounding down the steps, pausing to kiss my head before he took a seat next to me. "This looks great."
Jake came down a moment later, more staid than his other alpha. He surveyed the table with a smile. "Good job, Emilia."
None of them were very talkative about their days, but I asked questions and they answered. It was a little like pulling teeth sometimes. Tonight, though, both Jake and Rory seemed to be in very good moods.
"Good day at work?"
"Great day." Rory grinned. "We finally finished up the main project. Time to work on something new. I enjoy a new project."
"I'm glad," I told him with a smile. "Jake?"
"Also a good day. In fact, why don't we celebrate the new deal I just signed? Daryl, can you grab the wine?"
Daryl looked surprised for a moment, but then he went and got the wine while I cleared the plates and brought out the wine glasses.
We all moved into the living room, where Jake opened the wine and poured us each a glass.
Then he told us about his new deal. I didn't understand much about it, but he was thrilled, so I was happy for him.
Another bottle of wine was opened and I kept sipping my first glass, not wanting to get drunk. Even so, I was starting to feel a little dizzy.
"I think I'd better go clean up the kitchen," I said, getting to my feet.
"Leave it for the maid," Rory said, grabbing my hand. He tugged lightly and I was so off balance that I tumbled into his lap, giggling.
"See, more fun over here." He grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to kiss me hard and fast. It was such a shock that I tried to jerk away, but he held tight.
Jake was suddenly between my legs, fingers rubbing against the seam of my leggings. "You're already so wet for us," he murmured.
"I am?" I blinked and the entire room whirled. "I didn't drink that much. I only had one glass."
"Well, I was topping you off the whole night," Rory purred in my ear. "I think you're ready for us now. Ready to do what an omega needs to do for her pack."
I frowned, trying to remember what I was worried about. Jake's fingers were delving into my leggings now, making me feel so good, I forgot everything but the pleasure he was bringing to me. My slick dampened the gusset of my underwear and he eased my leggings and panties down.
"Please, alpha," I begged.
"Please, what?" Rory asked, peering into my eyes.
"Please, I want you inside me."
"She asked for it," he said with a grin.
Jake flipped me so I was kneeling on the floor, my upper body on Rory's lap.
A moment later, the blunt head of Jake's cock pushed against my opening.
I hadn't had sex since my mates had died and it was a stretch for him to ease inside.
Once he got the head in, I felt a little looser and he started to pump slowly, sending sparks through my system.
"Doesn't he feel good?" Rory asked, stroking my hair.
"Mmm." I rocked back against Jake's thrusts, feeling my climax starting to build.
"You have two alphas to please here," Rory reminded me. He pulled down his sweatpants, releasing his cock. It was thicker than I was used to, but average in length.
I eagerly licked him from balls to tip and teased my tongue over the head until he fisted himself and guided his length into my mouth. He tasted clean and a little salty as I swirled my tongue over his smooth skin.
"Take it deeper," Rory urged. He wrapped my hair around his fingers and started to push deeper into my throat.
When I gagged, he eased back for a second, then pushed deeper. I retched and he groaned.
"Fuck, yeah, I love it when you milk me with your throat."
I pushed against his thighs, trying to pull off his dick, my eyes watering, but Rory kept pushing me back down. I wriggled and coughed, gagging more.
Behind me, Jake pumped faster and faster. "She's just gripping me so hard, I'm not going to last!"
Another thrust from Rory and the wine rose back up in my throat. He started to jerk my head up and down on his cock, bathing the tip in the vomit that kept trying to escape.
Both men grunted as they released their cum into my body, one deep inside my pussy, the other down my throat. As soon as Rory pulled out, I twisted to the side and spewed cum and wine all over the floor.
"That was so hot." He leaned back, his flaccid member lying across his thigh. "Daryl, you have to try her out."
"I'll wait until she's sober," Daryl responded.
Jake slipped out of me, his cum dripping down my thigh as I gasped for breath and coughed up the last of the cum Rory had deposited.
I scrambled away from them, toward Daryl, who pulled me up onto his lap, not caring about the cum on me. He rocked me gently and cradled me to his chest until I calmed down.
"You need to clean that mess up before bed," Rory told me, pointing at the vomit on the floor. "But damn, you're a good lay. Totally worth it."
He and Jake headed back upstairs to their respective bedrooms while I shivered on Daryl's lap.
"I didn't like that," I whispered. "Why is Rory so mean?"
"He likes rough sex," Daryl sighed. "Jake is just along for the ride. When you cough or puke, it tightens your pussy and he loves the feeling. That's why he doesn't mind if Rory does that to you."
"Do you like rough sex?" I asked fearfully.
"No. I don't. Do you want me to show you?"
I hesitated, still traumatized from my experience with Rory and Jake, but finally I nodded. After all, I was here to service them, wasn't I?
Daryl laid me out on the sofa and slid his fingers through my folds.
He found my clit and circled it gently before he replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing against my clit until he brought me to the edge of orgasm.
Then he slid easily through my slick and Jake's cum, finding his place inside me. He felt good, but so had Jake.
"Good?"
"Yes."
Daryl kept contact with my clit with his thumb while he gently pumped his hips, giving a little twist here and there to stimulate my G-spot. I arched into him as my orgasm raced through me. Slick poured over him and soaked the sofa as I came.
He wasn't far behind me, moving faster and faster until he pressed into me as hard as possible and erupted there. When his cock stopped jerking inside me, he turned us so I was on top and snuggled my head against his chest.
"Was that better?" he asked.
"Yeah. Thank you," I responded. I kissed his chest. "I know I'm new here, but I don't really want to be drunk every time someone wants to fuck me. I'll just do it."
"Okay," he smiled down at me. "I find willing partners to be far sexier myself." Daryl kissed the top of my head. "Why don't you go shower and head to bed. I'll deal with everything out here."
"Thank you."
I left him there in the living room and made my way to my room where I took a quick shower and climbed into bed.