Chapter 40
Lark
Irun and lift several times a week, but my strength and speed are nothing compared to my alphas’. Saint passed Silas and is edging closer. He’s playing with me. Teasing. Boots hitting the pavement. It’s inevitable.
My omega loves it, every second of knowing I won’t make it but not knowing when.
Just before I turn up the drive to our house, his hand closes around my arm. Caught.
“You’re mine now,” Saint growls. Then, I’m over his shoulder, firefighter style. Blood rushing to my head. I wiggle against him. His arm tightens around my thighs.
“Put me down,” I say. But I don’t mean it, not even a little.
He knows I don’t because he slaps my ass. “Hush, omega.”
Hot slick floods between my thighs.
“Little bird,” Silas growls, “you’re killing me.” He pushes open the door and allows Saint through.
Saint goes straight to the front stairs. No hesitation. Just starts to climb.
“Nest?” Graham asks, shutting the door behind us.
I lift my head so I can see him. “Nest. All of you.”
A cloud of honeyed whiskey, hazelnut chocolate, and ginger and molasses swirl in the air. It only increases my need. And underneath it all, my salty caramel. All four of us.
My omega goes absolutely feral.
So do I.
“Hurry,” I demand. I need them—now. In my nest, inside my body. Saint picks up the pace and soon he’s tossing me onto the mattress.
I scramble to my knees, pulling my loose sweatshirt and tee over my head and tossing it to the floor. I fall backwards and hold my feet up so that Graham can pull off my shoes and leggings.
“Damn, you smell amazing,” Saint hisses, leaning forward and running his nose up my legs to the apex of my thighs. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he roughly spreads my legs and dives between my thighs. There’s no exploration. No nips of my thighs or teasing hesitation. Saint pushes my panties to the side and immediately sucks my clit between his lips. My hips bow off the bed.
“Holy shit!”
Saint chuckles and then goes right back to blowing my mind. He doesn’t tease. He devours. His tongue lashes my clit with perfect, relentless pressure. The wet, obscene sounds of him sucking and slurping fill the room. My thighs shake violently around his head.
Silas and Graham busy themselves removing their clothes and then lie down on either side of me. Graham tugs my bra low and sucks in one nipple, running his tongue in circles around my swollen peak.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
I weave my fingers in his hair and tug until he’s looking me in the eye. “Your cock. I want to taste you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He climbs to his knees and angles his hips until his tip is against my lips. My mouth stretches around him, instinct taking over. I want him. Want to taste him. I lift my head, taking in as much of his length as I can.
“So big,” I say, gasping for breath.
Silas wraps one hand in my hair. “Be a good girl, Lark.” My body responds immediately. “Take all of your alpha’s dick.”
I want to please him. Want to make Silas proud and Graham’s soul leave his body. Leaning forward, I take as much as I can.
“You can do it, little bird. Swallow him down that pretty throat.” I do as I’m told. I gag softly as Graham’s long cock slides into my throat. Silas keeps guiding me, using my hair like a handle, forcing me to take every inch until my nose presses against Graham’s knot. Tears spill down my cheeks.
“Oh shit,” Graham groans.
Silas tugs at my hair, pulling me back. “Now breathe for daddy.” I gasp for air then Silas guides me forward again, until I’m swallowing once more, Graham’s cock lodged deep in my throat.
“Fuck,” Graham huffs. “I’m going to—”
Silas guides me back and forth, up and down until Graham is spilling in the back of my throat. The taste of his rich, chocolatey cum tips me over the edge. It sets off a deep need inside me that ruptures until I’m writhing under Saint’s laboring tongue.
“Mmmhmm-mmmhm” Saint hums from between my legs.
I throw my head back and scream my release. “Alpha!”
Saint lifts to his elbows and looks at me from his place between my thighs. “How was that, princess?”
“Your turn.”
His smile is wolfish as he crawls up my body, letting his swollen cock glide along my stomach before kissing me slowly. He tastes like ginger, molasses, and something sweeter which my hazy brain vaguely registers is me.
“What are you going to do to me, Lark?” I use all my strength to push him off me and to the bed.
He laughs but goes willingly. Silas helps me up.
I straddle Saint’s hips and position his head at my entrance.
Then I slide down, tilting my hips so his piercing can rub against my walls.
I hold for a second, savoring the fullness that comes from just having him inside me, and then I start to move. Slow circles of my hips.
“I want you to watch.” I reach up and pull Graham down for a kiss, then I point to a chair in the corner. He walks over with a huge smile on his face. He looks up. The mirror catches everything. His smile gets wider.
When he sits, his cock is fully at attention. As I ride Saint, Graham grips and slides his hand along his own shaft. Molten heat builds in my core as he watches. I tug my bra further down so Graham can get a good look.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Taking your alpha’s cock. Giving your other alphas such a sexy show.”
I throw my head back, reveling in Silas’ praise. I live for it.
“I want you,” I pant. “Fill me up.”
Silas moves behind me, then reaches one hand between Saint and me and gathers my slick on his fingers.
“So wet,” he says. His fingers move to my ass, circling my hole. I shift my hips urging his fingers inside.
He chuckles, sliding one finger in. “So impatient.”
“More.”
He finds my bond mark, and licks slowly across it. “I have to prep you, baby girl. Have you ever had two alphas at the same time?
“No,” I gasp as he circles then adds another finger. His goes deeper. I rock back and forth, enjoying the in and out of Saint’s dick and Silas’ fingers.
“More,” I say, sliding my ass further back, taking Silas’ fingers inside me as far as they will go.
“Oh, fuck,” Saint hisses.
Silas gathers more slick and presses the thick head of his cock against my ass.
“Breathe, baby girl.”
I push back and he sinks in slowly, stretching me wider than I thought possible. The burning fullness of Saint’s pierced cock in my pussy and Silas’s thick length in my ass makes me whimper.
“Oh my fucking god,” Saint groans, eyes rolling back. “I can feel every inch of you moving inside her.”
I’m stuffed. Completely, perfectly stuffed by my three alphas. The overwhelming stretch and pressure drags a broken, muffled scream from my throat.
“Amazing,” I finish as I start to move again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until the pressure starts to build.
“She’s getting close,” Saint rumbles.
“Graham,” Silas growls, “come feed your omega your cock again. I want to see her take all of us.”
Graham saunters over from his chair, eyes never leaving mine, hand still working up and down his length.
“Can you take me again, beautiful? All the way down your throat.”
My mouth waters with desire to taste him.
"Yes," I say. "All of you."
I mean Graham.
I mean all of them.
Both things at once.
“You want us to fill you up, little bird? Make a mess of you?”
I nod around Graham’s length, tilting my head and willing his shaft to push all the way down my throat.
“Oh shit,” Saint says reverently as he watches me swallow Graham deep. “I’m not going to last.” His pace increases, jarring me until I’m bouncing between their three bodies.
I’m impossibly full, stretched and filled.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Then Saint lodges his knot deep inside me, and, oh shit I was wrong.
Silas keeps pounding my ass. The pressure is so intense my vision whites out.
Nothing has ever felt this good. My pussy spasms violently, milking him as wave after wave of the strongest orgasm of my life rips through me.
I ride it out against Saint’s swollen bulge, grinding my clit on him as Graham and Silas fuck me until we’re all coming.
“That’s it. Take every fucking drop from your alphas,” Silas commands as I suck Graham hard into my mouth.
Graham coats the back of my throat while Silas paints my insides. When they slip from my body, Graham bends down and kisses me. Then Silas turns my head and does the same.
“You smell amazing, little bird. So messy with our scents.”
I hum contentedly as I snuggle forward on Saint’s chest.
Three different purrs start up.
“That was hot,” Graham says.
Saint chuckles. “Is the mirror for you, Graham?”
My giant beams, completely unashamed. “It’s my thing.”
Saint kisses my shoulder. “I think it might be my thing, too.”
Silas retrieves a towel and cleans me before lying down in the nest. Graham is on my other side, and Saint is below me, his knot still locking us tight together. We lie together in silence for a while.
My eyes just drift shut when Graham whispers, “I don’t know why you signed up for the heat clinic, Saint, but I’m glad you did.”
I kiss Saint’s chest. “Me, too. Otherwise, I would be spending my heat with other alphas.” A trio of growls rumble.
“Fuck that,” Silas says.
I sit up, still straddling Saint. “Why did you sign up? I mean, we all know why I was there, but why were you?”
I hadn't questioned it before, but suddenly, in the warm post-sex haze of my nest, the thought hits me like cold water.
Pre-heat hormones, probably.
Still.
"Were you just looking to knot an omega?"
Saint's eyes go wide. "What? Of course not!"
The tears spring to my eyes. Fucking omega hormones are straight shit before a heat. I swipe the offending drops away.
Saint pulls me back down until I’m lying on his chest again. “I swear, princess, it was nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
“Yeah, why?” Graham echoes.
Saint sighs. “I needed the money. I had injured my shoulder and couldn’t work overtime for a while.”
Silas props up on his elbow. “Why do you need money? The pack has plenty.”