Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
Adira
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter as I poke my head out from the back office.
My gaze goes to the mug in my hand. It was in the box from Gael.
A custom, huge coffee mug, a raven carved into the clay, a moon behind it, fired with pretty purple flecks. I had teared up when I opened it.
“So it is them!” Myla crows. “I knew it!” She claps like a damn toddler. “Get the fuck out there.”
I eye the back of Gael’s head. Him, Julian, and Eli are sitting at one of the tables near the espresso counter.
“I knew we shouldn’t have put in tables,” I hiss. “Shoulda stuck to witch stuff!”
“Shut up, you know how much money the coffee brings in.”
I groan. Looking over, she has her phone out. I realize what she’s doing a moment too late, though I lunge anyway. It makes the sent sound before I get my hand on it. I hear Zander’s phone in the front ping.
“Bitch,” I growl. “I hope you go into heat.”
She grins, “Me too, I’ll fuck them. You know I love a fellow red-head.”
An odd feeling grows in me, but before I can examine it, Zander comes back, tossing back his golden-brown hair from his face.
“S’up ladies?” he asks with his usual crooked smile. “What did you need, Myla?”
“In the back,” she says as she gives me a firm push out the door, plucking the mug out of my hand as she does so.
I wrinkle my nose as I try to walk as silently as I can to the espresso counter. But before I even get there, Gael turns. At that, Julian and Eli look. All three of their faces absolutely light up when they see me.
It’s the weirdest feeling, because a part of me likes it. Likes that they look at me like I hung the moon. I remember Dad looking at Mom like that. I bite my lip.
“Need a refill?” I ask blandly.
Eli’s head shakes, his beat-up backwards baseball cap covering his blonde curls. His tattooed hands are curled around a steaming cup but his eyes are all for me.
“Your shop is cute,” Jules says.
I missed his deep, resonant voice, I realize suddenly. This realization does not put me in a better mood. I cross my arms, pulling my mustard yellow cardigan tight over my chest.
“I know.”
I turn and pretend to be busy. I can feel all their eyes on me though. I manage to ignore it for about five minutes.
I slam my notebook closed and march over to their table just as the door bell jangles.
“Zander!” I holler, even as I grab my phone to turn up the music that’s playing from the speakers. Some classic Stevie Nicks.
He trots out, and I turn back to the guys.
“What are you doing here?” I hiss.
“Heard this was the best coffee in town,” Eli says as he leans back and gives me that brilliant smile of his.
I frown. “What are you doing in Monroe?”
Gael smiles gently. “We came to see you, Adira.” His thumb rubs at the clay under his nails as he searches for words. “How are you?”
“Fine, great, wonderful.” I gesture with my hand. “No problem, just a bunch of drugs and hoping I don’t get bitten whenever I’m out of the house. Mental health is totally fine.”
All three of them frown, and to my unmitigated horror, my eyes fill with tears.
Even as they start to purr, softly, I lean over and grab Gael’s empty cup.
“Out. Get out of my shop now.” I spin on my heel and head straight for the back.
I almost run into Myla, who must have been watching from the doorway. She takes one look at my face and gently takes the coffee cup from me and ushers me towards the back before wordlessly turning around and stomping to the front.
Before I even start my Jeep up after work, I order some takeout. Enough chana masala and garlic naan to choke my sorrows.
And even better, when I pull up there is a large box waiting on my porch. Yay, retail therapy.
I grab it and head in, but before I can even get my shoes off, there’s a knock.
“Damn, that was fast,” I mutter, yanking the door back open. “Whatthefuck…” I blurt.
Sure enough, there they stand, looking like the sexiest three stooges I’ve ever seen in my life.
I put my hand on my hip. “Stalking, too, huh?”
Jules pipes up, looking a bit chagrined. “Actually, your address is totally findable on the internet using just your full name. The house is in your name. It’s harder if you rent or use an LLC as the owner of the house.
I frown harder, not exactly sure what to do with that information. Finally, I settle on, “What are you doing here?”
Eli this time, sliding closer to me. “We wanted to see you. To make sure… you’re safe. Happy.”
Gael adds, his accent especially thick, “We were worried about ye.”
“Well,” I say, thanking the Goddess for the car with the “Indian Palace” decal on the side that is currently parking by the curb, “I’m fine. Great, in fact. No problems. Go home.”
The lady walks up with a paper bag, looking awkward. I take it from her and dig out an extra ten for her. I step back and slam the door in their faces.
Fuckers, I think as I shrug off my coat.
Ugh, I cannot believe them. I tug the bag open and shove a piece of naan into my mouth, chewing angrily.
My eyes land on the stack of books I had gotten at the library the other day.
‘Shifter and Demon: what’s the connection?
’ and ‘Werewolf Society,’ along with several romance books featuring werewolves. Can’t hurt.
The whiff of the three of them that I had gotten at the shop and again just now is driving me nuts.
All the guys smelled different but their scents had mixed well together.
The memory of them, their bodies, their touch, their combined scent when I was in their nest and lost to the heat is enough to get me wet.
Dammit. Goddess damned omega hormones. I frown even as my eyes catch on the box I had just brought in. I grab it and rip the tape off.
Sure enough, it’s my plethora of sex toys that I ordered.
I pull out a pink and purple wolf dildo complete with a knot that would scare most witches—but I know from real-life experience they are much bigger when inflated.
A special mount for it so I can strap it to a chair and ride it.
A cock ring that vibrates. And to my still-bubbling embarrassment, a set of butt plugs.
‘Designed for needy omegas’ is emblazoned on the package.
Forget dinner, I need to get off first.
I pull everything out and wash them. I head to my bedroom, holding several hundred dollars of sex toys and a new lube designed to work with omega slick.
I strip naked as I eye the toys. First the plug, I guess.
I can tell the small will be too small for me, since I have already had my ass knotted.
I blush as I recall that particular part of my heat.
The large plug is scary, and an image of Eli coaxing me into taking the huge thing hits me hard.
I moan and grab the medium, quickly coating it in lube.
I lay down and rub it against my hole. And now it’s Corbin in my mind, kneeling between my spread thighs.
“You can do it, little witch, show me what a good omega you are,” he purrs in that deep voice of his. “Put it in your naughty ass for me.”
I pop it in hurriedly. My body arches, pain shivering through me in a glorious way.
“You weren’t prepped well for it, hmm, omega?” Gael says, kneeling next to Corbin in my mind. “Little horny slut, you needed it. I’ll pull it out later and pound that pretty ass for you.”
Fuck. He even talks dirty in my fantasies.
Mads shows up, next to him. “Fuck, baby girl, I think I might keep that little ass plugged all day. I bet it’ll keep your pussy wet for Daddy, hmm?”
I nod as I hurry to pull the cock ring over the dildo. I turn it on and lube the big purple beast.
“Show Daddy how you take a cock,” Mads whispers. “Make me proud, baby girl.” In my mind, his hand closes over Corbin’s swollen dick and he starts to stroke.
I shove the dildo in me, stroking it in and out, the knot staying out of my body. Unfortunately, that means the vibrating part isn’t hitting my clit.
“Roll up on your knees,” Gael’s voice in my mind, accent thick. “C’mon bird, you can take that knot for me, can’t you?”
I whimper and nod, doing as imaginary-him directed.
Jules presses himself to my back in my fantasy. “I’m tempted to pull that plug out right now and fuck you.”
I whimper and nod, desperate.
“Take the knot, babe,” Eli whispers in my head. “Take it and cum all over it like a good omega.”
I do. I shove my body down, thighs spread wide on the mattress and the vibrator presses against my clit. I cum hard, muscles clenching, my ass feeling held open by the big plug, my pussy nicely stuffed as I contract and relax over it.
I collapse on my side.
In my head, I hear Cor, “Ohhh, no, you’re not done. Keep those in, little witch, you’re not done.”
I whine.
Maddox asks, still jerking Corbin’s cock, “What is it, baby girl? Tell me what you want.”
As I approach another orgasm, I bite my lip, pussy throbbing over the knot that is sadly not swelling inside me and filling me with their cum. My hands drop between my legs, touching and pressing on the toys inside me.
Just as the next orgasm hits, I whimper, “My pack.”