Chapter 13
Miraya
Ishould have listened to Prodigy when he tried to convince me to let him and Tybalt stay with me tonight.
The cramping in my stomach hadn’t been so bad then, and Tybalt had helped soothe the vicious need that bloomed in the garden.
I’ll be fine until tomorrow, I told them.
I told myself that too, until I woke up at one in the morning and had to curl into a ball to endure the pain.
It had progressed so badly, so quickly, that I couldn’t take it.
My heat was here, and my soul and body were both in agreement: our mate should be here, too.
I dragged in a hissed breath to snap at my traitor soul that he didn’t want us, but a whine of pain used up all my air, the stab in my abdomen harsh enough that it brought tears to my eyes.
The fairy lights strung around my nest blurred, and the piled blankets and pillows swam in my vision.
I clung to my leather jacket and red dragon plushie, tucking my head into my chest and pulling the scents that lingered on my stolen shirt into my lungs.
They were faint, but they were there, woven into the fibres.
Another spike hit, and I gasped, my body boiling hot, the pain that burrowed through my lower belly worse than it had ever been before.
I needed my mate. I needed arms around me and scents all over me and hands on my body.
I needed a purr and soft words and a knot locked inside me, turning the pain to so much pleasure it would never hurt again.
My arms flexed around my comfort items, tears dripping down the leather. I needed to move my arms, to roll over, to get my phone. But another spike of pain ripped through my body, and rejection burned through my chest, into my heart, into the shattered decay of my soul.
“Alpha,” I whimpered, as if anyone would magically hear me through the phone.
I thought the universe hated me, thought the gods had forsaken me, but then the door to my nest burst open.
The golden blush of the twinkling lights outlined Prodigy’s strong shoulders, his messy curls, his stubbled face as he closed the door and rushed toward me.
Concern knotted his brow, softening his hazel eyes.
“How?” I rasped. How did he get here so fast? How did he know I needed him?
“I was just outside, sweetheart,” he murmured, scanning my body, eyes lingering on the scratch marks I’d left on my arms. “Tyb and I planned to take turns all night. Can I come inside your nest, Miraya?”
I nodded rapidly, another whine filling the room, a vicious twist of pain cutting across my lower stomach.
I curled up tight, hands clutching my middle, the cramp so bad I didn’t notice Prodigy unfasten his shoes and remove his shirt until he was beside me, pulling me against him.
My cheek rested on his bare chest, and I gasped at the instant rush of relief.
The pain cut in half, and I could finally take a breath.
His hands roamed up and down my back, offering comfort so powerful that I relaxed into him, and the next twist of pain came as a shock.
I curled my hands into fists, breathing through the pain with fast, sharp gasps, letting out a noise of complaint when Prodigy jostled me.
“Sorry, ray of light.” His kiss found my temple, and for a brief moment, there was no pain at all. “I need to call Tyb. What’s your password?”
My body locked under the next wave of agony, the sharp sensation starting in my lower belly before carving through the rest of me. “Fourth. Speed-dial,” I panted, my teeth gritted, the pain so bad I couldn’t keep my cries contained.
Prodigy wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear and grazed his hands up the outside of my thighs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.
I hadn’t bothered with pyjamas, too hot to stand more fabric on my body.
The shirt had only been tolerable because it smelled like them. My alphas.
So we’re clear, you’re ours. You’re our girl, our omega, and it’s every bit as permanent as a mate bond.
Prodigy guided me onto my back, speaking in low tones that swam into nonsensical words as I writhed, so hot that sweat dripped from me. I wanted Tybalt here. I couldn’t endure this torment without them both. Even if I could, I didn’t want to.
I only realised I was whimpering his name when Prodigy laid a kiss to my chest, stilling the pain long enough for me to hear him say, “He’s coming, ray of light. Can I touch you here?”
His fingertips trailed a tingling line along my inner thigh, and I burned with unforgiving heat, arching up into the touch, trying to move it closer to the deep, vicious ache pulsing through me.
I was so slick I’d soaked the sheets, so slick I didn’t just feel it when Prodigy finally caressed my pussy; I heard it.
“Need,” I groaned, a violent surge of pain making my back arch. I needed my mate, needed him here. He was supposed to be here.
“I know, fuck,” Prodigy murmured, so sympathetic that my chest ached.
He parted my legs and settled between them, the press of his shoulders to my inner thighs so good it made the pain stutter for a moment.
“I’m right here, Miraya.” Something crashed, but I didn’t care enough to look, not with Prodigy’s breath hitting the fiery heat of my core.
“Tybalt’s here. We’re here, sweetheart, we’re here. ”
My teary gaze shot to the door, and a weight slid from my shoulders at the sight of Tybalt, tall and messy-haired and frantic as he locked the door to my nest and ripped off his clothes so fast I tried to smile.
A deep twist of need punched me in the gut, and I whimpered, but it was soothed a moment later by Prodigy’s mouth.
He kissed my clit in the sweetest touch, and then ate me like a man starved, not tentative or polite about it.
My back arched with pleasure this time, one hand shooting down to grasp his hair, my other blindly seeking Tybalt’s.
When his calloused fingers locked with mine, I sighed, relaxing into my nest.
“We’ve got you, warrior,” he promised, laying on his side next to me, sliding the full length of his body against mine like he knew I needed the contact. “Let us take care of you now. Gotta get a taste of these perfect tits. It drove me fucking crazy watching them bounce when you came earlier.”
“Tyb, don’t torture her,” Prodigy warned, dragging a slow lick up my centre. I was about to protest when he added, “We’ll torture her later when the pain’s eased.”
“If we’re not torturing her, why aren’t you already inside her?” Tyb retorted, sucking my breast into his mouth and driving me crazy with swirling circles of his tongue.
“Now this one,” I groaned, angling my other nipple towards him.
“Bossy girl,” he murmured, brushing the pad of his thumb along my jaw before capturing my mouth in a hot, sucking kiss.
“Woman,” I corrected, my fingers tightening in Prodigy’s hair when he slid two fingers inside me, his tongue flat to my clit.
“Mm,” Tybalt rumbled, so close to a growl. “My woman.”
“Our,” Prodigy argued against my clit, working my swollen nerves with slow sucks, his fingers fucking me until the sensations collided in a hot rush inside me.
I came with a gasp, pleasure dizzying all my senses until the pain softened into an ache, the two purrs that burst to life from my alphas echoing through my whole body and resonating in my soul.
“Such a good girl, coming for your alphas,” Tybalt purred, his hand rasping down my chest and stomach as the last aftershocks shuddered through me.
When Prodigy lifted his head from my pussy, Tybalt’s fingers replaced it, sliding through the hot slick that covered me and stroking circles around my clit.
My back arched, everything so sensitive that another climax coiled in my lower belly, dispelling the pain so much that I barely felt it, a mere pinch of discomfort—until Prodigy let go of my thighs and a wave of pain tore through my belly, the burn intensifying in my chest.
“Undress faster,” Tybalt snapped.
Prodigy’s purr deepened, louder, and both Tyb and I sighed at its reassuring vibrations. “I’m moving as fast as I can,” he spoke through the purr.
“I can’t stand seeing you hurt,” Tybalt told me against my breast. He trailed kisses up to my throat, his fingers working faster on my clit, winding the coil inside me tighter, tighter, until it snapped and my eyes rolled back.
“It hurts me to see you suffer, sweet girl, but watching you come makes me so hard.”
I whined, a wordless plea for him to put that hardness inside me, but then Prodigy’s hands returned to my body. They were gentler than Tybalt’s, but confident as he positioned my body the way he wanted it, wrapping my legs around his hips.
I was still shuddering through the waves of my orgasm when he glided inside me, the stretch and pressure of his cock heightening my pleasure until I writhed, tremors moving through my whole body.
Prodigy’s groaned curse sent me higher, and my hips arched off the bed, my muscles gripping his cock so tightly he couldn’t move.
“That’s our good omega,” Tybalt murmured, stroking down my throat with a knuckle. “Strangle the shit out of our alpha’s cock until his brain stops functioning.”
“Jesus,” Prodigy grunted.
I arched my throat, presenting it to Tybalt. “Bite,” I gasped between moans when Prodigy began to move, slowly and with a groan accompanying each thrust.
“No,” Prodigy panted. “We said no bites, remember? When we made your heat plan?”
I writhed, heat boiling up in my gut when his cock sank deeper, his knot teasing my entrance. “No.”
Tybalt’s laugh warmed my chest, and so did the kisses he scattered down my throat to my chest. “You said you don’t want us to bite you while you’re in heat, warrior. But you can bite the shit out of me. I already told you I’m keeping you, so I’ll happily wear your marks.”
The promise alone had another climax pouring through my body, each squeeze of my pussy around Prodigy’s cock driving me mad, pushing all the thoughts and worries from my mind. The pain was non-existent now, only madness and pleasure reigning over my body.
I sank my other hand into Tybalt’s long hair, lifting his head so I could access his throat. I stroked my nose along the place where his scent concentrated, drugging myself with the scent of safety and smoke. I laid a kiss on the spot and then sank my teeth in all the way.
The roar he let out was so hot, it made the last few waves of pleasure so rapturous that my eyes crossed. I kept my teeth in his throat, a possessive rumble in my chest, laving my tongue over any drops of blood that escaped.
“I think she’s keeping you too, Tyb,” Prodigy said with a groaned laugh.
Tybalt’s eyes fluttered shut when I finally withdrew my teeth, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. “Fucking love you, warrior. And I don’t give two shits if it’s too soon to say that. I know what I feel.”
My purr this time was deafening.