Chapter 24
Chapter twenty-four
It’s not enough. No, I need more.
Karma
Everything dissolves into a euphoric sensation as hands begin to graze my overheated skin.
It’s a weird sort of electric calm to my system that I wasn’t expecting.
But my body isn’t my own anymore as heat pulses through my veins, and every nerve ending is lit like a wildfire.
Hands, breath, warmth—everywhere. I’m floating somewhere between the bed and sanity and instinct.
I can’t think.
I can only feel.
A groan slips from my throat before I even realize it’s mine. Theo’s fingers curl against my jaw, steadying me when my head falls back. His voice is low, coaxing, and grounding in a way that almost makes me forget the chaos tearing through my body.
Almost. I still need to maintain some sort of self and not let these feelings and needs consume me to the point of no return. I’m afraid if I go there, there will be no coming back from my instincts taking over.
Harrison murmurs something against my skin, his hands firm at my hips like he’s the only thing keeping me from drifting apart. The sensation sends another shudder through me, and I clutch at the sheets, my knuckles turning white.
It’s too much.
And still—
It’s not enough. No, I need more.
“More,” I breathe, the word coming out broken and desperate.
My eyes drag open just enough to find Roman already staring down at my body with his gray eyes filled with lust. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, rigid as stone.
His jaw is tight, eyes dark and burning in a way that sends a different kind of shiver down my spine.
Anger.
Possession.
Something deeper.
That’s exactly what I need right now.
“You’re just going to stand there?” My voice is rough, barely recognizable.
“Or are you actually going to help?” His gaze snaps to mine again, sharp as a blade.
And for a moment, the room goes still. Theo shifts slightly beside me, looking like he is going to shove Roman out of the way, but Roman lifts a hand—a silent command—and everything pauses.
I glare at him because now is not the time for some stupid fucking Alpha ranking power move.
I open my mouth to snap at him, but then he moves.
Every so slowly he begins to strip, his eyes running across my skin as he does.
Button by button it’s a sweet sort of torture, as neither of the other men moves.
Though they don’t remove their touch from me, thankfully.
Dropping his shirt to the ground, he makes quick work of his slacks, and all I can do is watch the show.
If I didn’t know better, I would think Roman worked for Mr. X, not me, because, goddamn, I would pay to watch this show again.
He drops his briefs with his slacks, stepping out of them and then standing up straight to let me take my fill.
And damn, what a tall glass of water this man is.
I might still want to throat punch the fuck out of him because of my own reasons, but the man is a piece of art.
And to think, in another life, this man, all three of them, would have been mine. My scent matches. My protector. My Alphas.
The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs onto the bed, slow and deliberate like a predator closing in. My pulse spikes instantly, anticipation curling tight in my stomach. This is what my body is screaming for.
“Finally,” I mutter breathlessly, though the words barely come out coherently.
I feel more than see the moment by my feet as Roman’s hands slide up my thighs, firm and unyielding as he pulls me closer.
The contact sends another wave of heat crashing through me, my back arching without permission.
Climbing up my body, he hovers over me then, broad shoulders blocking out the dim light.
For a second, I hold my breath. Not sure what to expect from me.
A part of me expects him to be rough. For him to take out his anger and everything on my body like it’s begging for it.
But to my surprise, he leans down, breath ghosting across my ear, warm and steady, and the words he whispers hit harder than anything else could have.
“I waited forever for this.” My hazy mind struggles to process what he’s saying. “You’ve always been my little Rosebud, even when you didn’t know it," he murmurs.
The nickname punches straight through the fog.
And my chest tightens. I want to curse him for his sweet words.
I don’t want sweet. I’m not that type of Omega.
I need them to fuck me until I black out into oblivion.
I need them to make sure I can’t walk properly for a week.
I don’t need the gentle touches, sweet words, and future broken promises.
But as my mind internally rages with the conflicting Omega instincts and my own personal needs, Roman adds something that has me unraveling.
“I’m never losing you again.”
The world tilts as the most intense wave of heat and need consumes my body.
My thoughts start to unravel, slipping through my fingers like smoke.
The heat roars back, devouring everything else before I can grab hold of it.
Roman’s words fade into the background, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the relentless fire in my blood.
I try to hold onto them. Try to demand he take every word back, but the only thing that leaves my lips is a broken sob.
“Fuck! Roman, if you don’t start fucking her, I swear to all the gods I will fucking kill you.” I think that was my big guy threatening Rome. I think I grin, but at this point I don’t think I can function.
“Shit. Rosebud. I need you to stay with me just a little longer. I need to know that you know it’s me.
Stay with me. Open your eyes, baby.” I do as he says, but it’s a struggle.
Peering up into Roman’s face, I get a sense of peace, of rightness in the moment.
Giving me a nod, he sends me the most beautiful smile ever.
I can almost forget the years I’ve tried to hate him. Almost.
“That’s it, Rosebud. There you are. There’s that fire.” His finger strokes the arch of my neck, and like a slutty cat in need, I strength to give him better access as he leans down to kiss the crease of that space. A shiver racks my core as my pussy tightens around nothing.
“Stop torturing her, Rome. She needs a knot.” I think this comes from Harrison. I bite my lips at the thought because of that man and his tongue, God damn it. I had a feeling he was a sweet talker, but the tone was a nice surprise.
“Do you see this, Rosebud? I’m trying to savor this moment with you because I have a feeling you’re going to go back to trying to stab us…” He’s interrupted.
“Speak for yourself. She likes me, asshole.” Theo chuckles from somewhere, and I kind of have to agree.
“Yeah, I kind of agree with O. She might want to stab me at some point for revenge, but I’ll deserve it,” Harrison adds.
And their little chitchatting like a group of old grannies is getting on my nerves. “Someone fuck me right now or I’m kicking you all out and fucking myself.” I snap because, goddamn it, I need a fucking knot. All three chuckle low, their throaty voices only doing more damage to my senses.
“Okay, okay. Needy little thing. You heard her, Rome.”
I can feel the bed shift again, only to realize I have closed my eyes.
Pulling them open, I watch as Roman scoots down until his face is between my legs.
Then without warning, he surges forward, his tongue swiping at my folds.
But he doesn’t stop there; no, he is the same Alpha in this instant that I remember from high school.
Lifting his head every so slightly, he growls at the other.
"Well, don’t just stand there; our Omega needs us. ”
All at once, each of them is on me in the best way possible.
Hands slide across my breast, pinching at my nipples.
Kisses run up my sweat-covered stomach, between the valleys of my chest, until they reach my lips.
“You taste like heaven.” Someone speaks against my ear, but I’m already drowning in them.
In their scents, in their touch, they are my everything in this second, and I am theirs.
Just as I’m about to lose myself, I hear Roman’s voice over the pounding in my chest. “Rosebud. Focus on me.” Once more I’m helpless to disobey, my eyes fluttering open to meet his.
“This might hurt, but I promise this…all this will make you better.” I give him a tiny nod in understanding as I feel him align himself to my slick core.
Every so slowly he begins to stretch me as he enters me.
Fuck, I knew he was big-looking, but the pressure is insane and so needed as my pussy sucks him in.
I wonder if I could take more than one of them at a time. Now would not be the time to test that theory, but that’s for a future experiment. Maybe? Bucket list shit.
"Relax, baby. I know what you need. Just let me take care of you.” If I could, I would roll my eyes right now.
Of course, he thinks he knows what I need—typical man.
But even as I think this, he begins to move.
Thrusting against me in a slow, steady pace, only picking up speed as moans of pleasure leave my lips.
“That’s it. Chock my dick, Rosebud. Take what you need from me. ”
Everything begins to sparkle under my skin as Roman speeds up.
The only sound I can hear is the echo of my moans and the slapping of skin on skin, and it’s the most sensational thing ever.
I’m riding a roller coaster, and I’m at the tippy-top, ready to fall over the edge when I hear Roman grunt.
“This is it, Rosebud.” Then, without another word, he slams into me.
I feel a pinch of pain and pressure like I’ve never felt before.
His knot. Then it’s like I’ve never fucked before, and I’ve never had an Alpha’s knot because I’m suddenly diving right off a cliff into a blanket of warm bliss as everything goes black.