Revea
The day, surprisingly, goes smoothly. So well, I’m still waiting for it to go wrong as staff are leaving.
I’m still waiting as I stand by the revolving doors, preparing to step outside and finally face the crowd that only seems to have gotten larger.
“You don’t have to do this. We can go out the back,” Val murmurs from behind.
I shake my head. “No, I need to.”
“We’re here,” Sylvan adds, standing close enough for his hand to brush mine.
I keep my eyes locked on the crowd through the glass. After taking a deep breath, I step through the revolving doors.
The flashes are more erratic than this morning, but now with my glasses, at least they dull the intensity a little.
The crowd is held back by metal barriers, police, and Nexus security. No one is really shoving, but the noise is overwhelming.
I move to a marked-out spot and wait. Eventually, the lights and screaming lessen to something more tolerable.
“Good evening,” I begin.
Silence.
A few flashes, but no more screams.
“I’ll say a few words, and then I’ll take a couple of questions at the end.” I swallow, going over the speech I prepared with Lyana.
I’m used to this, speaking without notes from years of conventions, but never with an audience quite like this.
“These last few days have been incredibly challenging. For me, my family, my team. But I want to start by saying thank you. Thank you for the support, the messages, and…” I gesture to the crowd, smiling slightly. “…the pink placards.”
An excited scream erupts somewhere.
I take a steady breath before continuing.
“That day, I reacted on instinct. Someone I cared about was in danger, and I stepped in. I don’t believe violence should ever be the first answer, but I will always protect the people around me.”
I straighten.
“I’m grateful the attacker was brought to justice, and I want to thank the police, as well as my security team, for helping ensure everyone’s safety since.”
My gaze sweeps the crowd.
“Let this be a reminder that omegas are capable of far more than the world expects.” I pause. “I’m not a hero, a vigilante, or a symbol. I’m a woman, a daughter, a business owner, and an omega. That’s it. Thank you, I’ll now take some questions.”
An uproar of sound commences. I find myself stepping back into the warmth and strength of two alphas who don’t move an inch.
I fix my sight on the closest person and point.
“Maria Johnson, ADC. You pride yourself on being an independent omega running her own business. Does that independence extend to your relationship status?”
I frown. “My relationships have nothing to do with my business—”
“So you do have a relationship?”
I’m not able to respond as another reporter jumps in. “Pack Arden, CEOs of the Arlton Empire, have recently shared their interest in finding an omega for their pack. Sources say a representative has reached out, but you’re yet to respond. Is that true?”
I scowl. “Questions about my business, or nothing at all.”
The reporters glance at one another, and for a moment, there’s a pause.
Is that seriously all they have to ask me?
“Josie Williams, Omega Daily. Any chance of an expansion to the business?”
I smile, wide. “Thanks, Josie. Not right now, but maybe in the future. I’d love to be able to offer more opportunities for scholarships and training.”
“Enough questions.” Val suddenly steps in front of me.
Sylvan guides me from behind, down the path created by police and security, as the car pulls up at the end.
The door opens. I’m rushed inside. It slams shut. Someone fastens my seatbelt.
My vision remains blurred as the car starts moving.
I let out a long, deep breath. The car would otherwise be silent if it weren’t for the humming in the air. They’re talking through the bond, and from the way it almost vibrates around me, it’s intense.
“Go on, say it.” I sigh, looking out of Sylvan’s window.
“Say what?” Syl asks.
“Whatever you’re talking about. How I messed up with the questions, and now we’ll need damage control, or the headlines will read, ‘Omega snaps at reporters.’ Pretty sure Lyana told me as long as I smiled and stayed polite, it would be fine. I only smiled at the Omega Daily woman…”
“That’s not what we’re talking about,” Sylvan says, voice sharp.
I frown. “Well, what are you talking about?”
“Pack Arden,” Val murmurs beside me.
“Who?” I turn, but he’s looking out the window. The name sounds a little familiar... “Wait. The pack that reporter mentioned? What about them?”
His teeth clench. “How they’re a good pack.”
“You’re not...” I glance between them all, scoffing out a disbelieving laugh.
They’re all looking away, jaws tense. Kaiden’s hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that it looks like it’ll leave a dent. Luc’s thumb brushes over the tip of a blade, his gaze fixed ahead.
These men are idiots.
Big, gorgeous idiots.
“Well, I suppose if they’re such a good pack, I should give them a call and ask if I can stay in one of their hotels?” I slip my phone out of my bag. “Do you think they’d give me the penthou—”
The car jolts sharply to the left and parks.
Kaiden turns round from the driver’s seat, his eyes black, locked on me. His alpha is right there.
“Stop,” he barks. Actually barks.
My muscles lock. My phone drops to the floor.
Immediately, his pupils retract, silver returning as his expression fills with horror. “Fuck, sorry. I’m so sorry, Revea. I didn’t, I just—”
“Again,” I murmur, wetting my lips as his apology melts away his command. “Bark at me. Again.”
Luc turns in the passenger seat, his eyes just as dark, the amber flecks burnt black as they both stare at me.
Kaiden’s mouth parts, expression uncertain.
But he doesn’t bark, and no one moves.
Seems they need a little help.
I slowly lean over, our faces close, lips almost touching. Then I reach down and pick up my phone.
I sit back with it. “Go on,” I tease. “Stop me.”
I type in some random numbers. I don’t even look because my eyes are locked on Kaiden’s, and when those pupils go nice and big again, I go to press call—
“Stop.”
The phone falls.
But that isn’t Kaiden.
It’s Sylvan.
And then his lips descend on mine.
“Mine,” he growls between kisses. He only pauses to snarl, “You’re mine, ours.”
Then he’s kissing me again, no room to breathe as fingers trace up my spine. I go to turn—
“Stay.” Another bark in a low rumble beside my ear as the zip of my dress is eased down, the shoulders peeled away until the fabric lies around my waist.
Warm lips are kissing my back, my shoulders, my jaw, while Sylvan’s tongue pushes into my mouth.
There’s another sharp hum in the air, and I’m lifted just enough for my dress to be pulled down. In nothing but underwear and heels, I sit back in my seat, my hands beneath me, facing forward.
Sylvan keeps kissing me, his tongue demanding compliance, and someone’s fingers are grazing the front of my underwear.
When they slide up, over my clit. I shiver, legs closing on instinct.
“Open.” The bark echoes; the kissing stops.
I open my eyes to see Luc in a hazy light, his gaze locked between my legs as his bark sinks into place.
My legs open.
“Wider,” he barks again, wide pupils sweeping up to my face.
I comply, and he groans deep in his throat, eyes locked with mine.
When Val’s fingers slip under my underwear, his fingertip sliding up and down my soaked slit, I let out a whimper.
Collective rumbles fill the car.
“You like teasing us, Revea?” Luc hisses, voice dipped in a wicked rasp as his eyes dart from his brother’s slow movements to my face. “Let’s see how long you last.”
A finger slips inside me, but I can’t produce a sound because Sylvan is kissing me again. The last thing I see is Luc and Kaiden turning around, and the car rumbles back to life.
It takes three edged orgasms for me to realise I made a mistake.
My underwear is gone. Sylvan’s mouth is teasing my breasts, the tip of his tongue running over my nipples, blowing, then nipping the sensitive skin.
While Val tortures me with languid, deep pumps of his fingers. Increasing from one, to two, to three, grazing my clit with his thumb, building my orgasm until he feels me clench—then withdraws completely.
Every time.
Then, they swap.
And no one has said a word.
Not to me at least. Maybe to each other over the bond, but I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything right now. If I’m even on earth. I might have slipped into an orgasm rejection coma.
At some point, I tried to talk, to beg, to whimper. They ignored it all. If anything, the touches became worse when I did manage to say something.
I learnt that lesson quickly.
When the car finally stops, I’m practically sobbing.
This is it. It has to end now. They can’t carry it on any longer.
I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder, my heels falling off and onto the gravel. Through teary eyes, I catch the stairs as we ascend, then I’m on a bed.
And someone’s finger is back inside me.
“Please,” I whimper. Someone else is behind, brushing hair out of my face, kissing my cheeks, my jaw, teasing my nipples between their fingers.
The finger inside me withdraws. I cry out—there’s a tongue in my mouth cutting it short. Hot breath between my legs, a slow lick over my slit.
“Fucking hell...”
Finally, someone speaks.
I sob against whoever’s kissing me.
“You taste fucking incredible, omega.” It’s Val. His tone is gruff as his teeth nip my thighs, his hands forcing them open. “Shame you don’t deserve to come.”
Two fingers slide in, his tongue running up and down. I’m almost there…
“No, not yet.” That’s Sylvan, lips caressing my cheek.
I can’t open my eyes, I’m trembling, so close, just one more touch...
Val pulls out. Away.
And I cry. Tears streaming down my face.
“Shhh,” Sylvan murmurs as my head falls back against his shoulder.
“I’m... sorry,” I blubber, trying to catch my breath. “I’m really... sorry.”
“About what exactly, Revea?” Sylvan’s calm voice is almost medical, like a doctor talking to a patient.
“About... the pack... pretending to... call,” I gasp out, body exhausted.
When someone starts kissing my calves, up over my knee, I cry out again.
“Not good enough,” Sylvan murmurs against my temple. “Be more specific, omega.”
“I... I...” Another finger slips inside, and I know it isn’t Val. “Fuck. Fuck. I... I’m sorry for making you jealous.”
The finger stills inside me.
“Go on.” Kaiden’s voice bellows from somewhere.
“I... I’m sorry I made you think I was interested in another pack. It was just... just a joke...”
“Was it funny, Revea?” Luc murmurs, and I realise he’s the one between my legs, slowly thrusting a finger in, feeling me clench desperately, slowly back out.
“No, no! It wasn’t.” I’m shaking my head dramatically. “I’m s-sorry... Please... please let me...”
More fingers slide all the way in, gradually pulling back out.
“Keep going.” Luc kisses my thigh.
“Please… let me come,” I whisper, voice hoarse.
I’m trembling, almost there, just…
Luc withdraws.
I whimper, and the air hums.
“Please,” I whine, whispering a desperate, final, “Please, alphas.”
“Sylvan,” Kaiden snaps, and his body flinches behind me. “Knot our omega.”
“God, fuck, thank you,” I moan as the mattress shifts. “Thank you.”
I feel the weight of Sylvan between my legs, but I can’t open my eyes. I’m too exhausted. But when the tip of him brushes against my dripping centre, I lift my hips for more.
He snarls in warning, a hand holding my hip, pinning me back down.
I give a tiny whimper, and he plunges in.
I gasp at the heavenly feeling. Three fingers are nothing in comparison to this.
My shaky legs wrap around his waist, encouraging him deeper. But he holds still.
“No, no!” I thrash my head, peering up at him through bleary eyes before they shut again. “Please, alpha. Don’t make me wait.”
My fingers reach down to brush over his knot, and his forehead drops to mine with a groan.
“Do you know how hard that was for us, omega?” he rumbles, somehow pushing even deeper. “Listening to you beg and plead. Watching you on the cusp. Feeling your tight cunt around our fingers?”
“Oh, fuck…” I groan as he slowly pulls out.
“You almost made us come…” He thrusts back in. “Just by your sounds.” Another thrust. “Now…” His forehead drops to mine. “Fuck… I won’t last.”
Oh. He isn’t trying to prolong the edging. He’s just so turned on, he’s worried he’ll come too soon.
Why does that make me wetter? My walls clench, and he hisses like he’s in pain.
“You just feel so…” His hips move a little, and we both moan. “So fucking good.” He shakes his head against mine. “Needed this… to last. But I…”
I take a deep breath, using all my strength to open my eyes to see his are squeezed shut.
I lift my hand, fingers brushing his cheek.
“Don’t come,” I bark. Hard.
The resounding groans and curses make me realise Sylvan isn’t the only one it affects.
Sylvan’s eyes snap open as the bark settles over him, his body listening to me, stopping his climax.
I nudge his nose with mine, whispering, “Now, please, alpha. Fuck me—”
One slow withdraw, and he starts fucking me. Long, deep, hard rocks that have his knot close to slipping in every time.
But I need more. I want him deeper. I need to be fuller. Full of him.
“Knot me,” I rasp, the words dying on a gasp. “Please, alpha. Knot me. I need it, please.”
He growls against my mouth, then slams in, hard, and finally, his hot knot pushes through.
The sharp zip of pain is overshadowed by my body finally reaching a climax. My muscles tense together, legs locking around him, holding him deeper, and for the first time in my life during an orgasm—I scream.
I thought that was a fake thing, only in porn.
Not now.
Not with a blinding light bursting behind my eyes as the sound of alphas’ climaxing around the room only adds to it. Until I’m nothing but a whimpering, twitching mess.
Soft groans and murmurs join in, maybe something in Spanish, my name?
I don’t know. I don’t really care.
“Are you okay?” Sylvan murmurs, turning us so I lie over his chest, still locked in place by his knot.
“Mmm.” I sink into him, nuzzling his throat with my nose.
“I normally last much longer,” he says, words coming out a little fast. “I liked making you wait, watching the others touch you, but you’re just…”
My fingers find his mouth. “Shh,” I manage, then place a soft kiss on his throat. “You’re perfect.”
His arms tighten around me, a deep vibration rumbling out of his chest.