52. Alstroemeria – Meaning Powerful bond
52
ALSTROEMERIA
(LILY OF THE INCAS, PARROT LILY, PERUVIAN PRINCESS)
MEANING: POWERFUL BOND
OCEAN
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“ W e talked about this. I’m going to crush you.”
“Then crush me, Ocean. I don’t fucking care.” Cameron yanked my hips downward so my pussy was directly over his mouth so he could devour me. Micah had my hands behind my back so I had no leverage to move.
“I don’t want to kill you,” I moaned. My head fell back on Micah’s shoulder, and he laughed, but I heard the exhaustion. We were all spent.
Cam’s only response was to suck my clit between his lips and tease it exactly the way I liked. I was already on the edge, thanks to the last of his toys. One last one I’d never tried, and I hadn’t picked because I had no idea what it did.
The clear plastic that looked like an oxygen mask sealed over my pussy and created suction so hard that everything swelled. And now, my swollen clit and cunt were twice as sensitive to his tongue. His lips. His fucking teeth .
He scraped them over the top of my clit just hard enough to make me fall apart. Shudder and gasp. Sweet torture. My heats had never been this long, and every time I came it was better and worse and I would never have enough.
“Everett, hand me that.”
The suction toy. With vibration. It went against my clit and Cameron fucked me with his tongue. I panted, trying to speak and unable to get a word out.
Micah kept my wrists in one of his, using his other arm to pin me to his chest. “One more, princess. Give us one more.”
I shook my head. It wasn’t possible. The pleasure was too sharp and too big and there wasn’t anywhere to go from here.
“One more.”
“It’s too good for more.”
Everett caught my face and kissed me the way only he kissed me. Hard and deep and all-consuming. Micah licked my neck and bit down just enough to make me feel it, and I exploded.
Rich warmth that sank through me and made me squirt, which was Cameron’s favorite. Everett swallowed my scream and kept me close, kissing me through the pleasure and into the relief and coolness following the orgasm.
Coolness .
I shook, body weak. The shift from fire to ice was jarring, sweat cooling on my skin. Everett felt the difference and looked at me. I melted into him. “I’m done. It’s over. It’s over.”
His smile was blinding. Kissing me again, he moved me, pulling me off Cam’s face and bundling me into a corner of the nest with a soft purple blanket.
He brushed the hair off my face. “You okay?”
“I think so. I’m cold now.”
Tucking himself in behind me, outside the blanket, he offered me his warmth and his purr. Cameron was next, laying his head on my hip. Micah pulled my blanketed feet into his lap, and for long minutes, we just rested.
“I need to sleep for like a week,” I said quietly. The heat lasted three days, and they were the most intense days I’d ever experienced. Incredible and life-changing as much as exhausting. “And at the same time, I don’t want it to be over.”
“Me either, princess.”
They were mine .
Now that my head was clear and hormones weren’t wreaking havoc on my system, I could fully process it. They were my Alphas. Scent matched.
That last moment with Micah biting me sprang to mind. I wanted that. But real. I wanted them to bite me so I belonged to them in every way possible. Not just marriage and not just scent matching. Forever.
“What are you thinking?” Micah asked.
I shook my head, clearing it. “What?”
“I’ve never seen that expression before, and your scent turned as sweet as honey. What were you thinking about?”
A blush overtook my body. I looked away, and Cameron caught it. He smiled, but there was a little sadness with it. “You can trust us with anything, sweetheart. Promise.”
“I know.” My throat was thick with emotion, partly because coming down from heats was a delicate balancing act of getting back to normal, partly because I was nervous and happy and scared and a hundred other things at once.
The idea of asking them terrified me, but it had to be now, because I would regret it forever if I didn’t. I swallowed. “Can I ask you something?”
Everett kissed just below my ear. “Anything.”
I shifted so he could see my face. Cam’s head was now in my lap, and I didn’t mind at all. It felt right to be all connected like this.
But I couldn’t get the words out.
Micah came around and sat next to us. He turned my face to his, offering that softness and safety that was all him. “What’s wrong, princess?”
Tears flooded my eyes. “I’m scared.”
One hand gently cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away the tear that spilled over. “Why are you scared?”
There weren’t words for it. Just that huge nameless fear that rose up and blocked all the sound. The fear of rejection, even though I knew— I knew —they were mine. It wasn’t logical or rational. But I couldn’t stop the terror of what it would be like to come this far and have them say no.
All I could do was shake my head.
Micah’s other hand rose so he held my face before he kissed me softly. “We love you,” he whispered. “No matter what it is, we’ve got you.”
I clung to his arms, my tears spilling over as I held onto him and the feeling of them. It was stronger and deeper than the fear, even if the latter was all I could hear in my head. “Would you—” I sucked in a watery breath. “Would you bite me?”
Silence reigned. It was too quiet, and the fear took hold of me with icy fingers digging into my ribs. But when I looked up, daring to know what their reaction was, Micah’s gaze was filled with awe. “Are you sure?”
“If you don’t want to—” I couldn’t tell them it was okay, because I wouldn’t be okay.
“Ocean.” Everett pulled me so my back was cradled to his chest, his purr so fucking strong it wrapped me in comfort. “I wanted to bite you that night at the Gala. If there’d been any way, I would have. I’ve wanted to bite you every fucking day, because there’s nothing I want more than to feel every part of you, and for you to finally understand how real and deep this is.”
I shuddered in relief, sagging in his hold and bowing my head. Micah lifted it. “If you think my asking if you’re sure meant I don’t want this, then let me make myself clear. Biting you is the highest honor I’ll ever have. You’re my wife and my Omega.” His hand curled into my hair. “The only reason I asked if you’re sure is because I want you to be sure. Especially right after your heat. Never doubt that if you’re ready, I’m yours.”
Cameron climbed over me, taking me down onto the cushions. If the blanket wasn’t trapped between us, he’d nearly be inside me again. His face was uncharacteristically serious. “There’s nothing funny about this, Ocean. No jokes. No teasing. I love you. You’re mine, and I want you. Do you want me to bite you, sweetheart?”
My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded. Before he could ask me for the words, I told him the truth. “Yes. More than anything.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Cam tilted my neck to the side and bit me. Right where my neck met my shoulder, for the entire world to see.
The brief pain melted into sweetness and light. Cameron’s bond in my chest. It tasted like him. Sharp and zingy and citrus. All his playful teasing and the darker side of his dominance. And all the love in the world. So much love it stole my breath. I felt everything.
I had to kiss him. Needed to kiss him. He met me halfway, consuming each other.
The joy coming through our bond made me laugh when he pulled away. He was grinning. “No take backs now.”
“Never.”
Deep inside, I felt that the only reason he was releasing me was because he wanted the others with us in these bonds. Feeling him and the truth of everything was a balm to my soul. There was no wondering and no questions. Just simple clarity.
It felt like I could breathe .
“Any preference?” Micah asked, raking his gaze over my body.
“No.” It was the truth. He could bite me anywhere. It didn’t matter where, as long as I was his. His face turned into a smirk, and he rolled me over, ripping the blanket away to expose my ass. Low—where it was nearly leg and not ass—I felt the softest of kisses before he bit down.
The bond that wove between us was so different from the first, and yet it was familiar. Like I already knew, the bond was softer than Cam’s. Rich and dark and deep, but no less loving.
Micah felt like those moments in Grecia when I’d woken from my nightmares. The steady presence that made the darkness less frightening. Warm arms and soft kisses and just as much love. The sweetness and salt of his scent.
I laughed then. “My ass?”
“One of my favorite parts of you.” I heard his smile as he kissed up my spine. “One of many.”
Everett rolled me back over, searching my face. “Ready, little nymph?”
I nodded.
He bent his head and bit high along my ribcage. The third bond snapped taut between us, completing everything. The sincerity flowing from Everett leveled my soul to the ground. When he said he loved me, it was an understatement. When he called me a goddess, he truly believed it.
And beneath that, I felt the reason he’d bitten me where he had. Because he wanted his bite to be on a part of me that I might not always love. One of my soft places. Where he could remind me how much he loved all of me, just as I was.
Then he was kissing me and I fell into the feeling of him. Wild and dangerous. He was a threat to anything that wanted to harm what was his. Protecting me—protecting his pack and his Omega was the only thing that mattered to him. End of story.
His nutty sweetness layered with my other Alphas, resonating together in a way that was utterly complete.
“Do you believe us?”
“Yes.”
Everett kissed my forehead, and we breathed together. Feeling their emotions was so overwhelming, but in a good way. Now I understood what Isolde meant when she described it. There weren’t words for it until you had the experience.
A laugh burst out. “Fuck, that’s strange,” Cam said. “Feeling them through you, sweetheart.”
Rett laughed into my skin. “I know. It’s all going to be different now.”
“What do we do?”
“Besides shouting to the entire fucking world that you’re ours?” Everett asked. “Whatever you want, Ocean.”
Their joy at feeling my joy nearly had me crying the way it layered one on top of the other and back again.
There was such peace now, knowing we had time. No more clock counting down in the back of my head. No more worries. “I think… I want a shower,” I finally said. “Then I would kill for some pizza.”
“Pizza it is.” Cameron winked before tackling me with kisses. All of us were laughing.
It was going to take us forever to leave this nest.