19. Saylor
Saylor
Trent slips his tongue inside me at the same time his brother slips his between my thighs, and then I arch my back off the sheets as I come hard again and again.
Lights flash behind my closed lids as my body shakes head to toe, and when it’s over, I melt into a puddle, gasping for air.
Trent and I share one breath now as he laughs, rubbing his hand over my cheek. “Not bad, England.”
I smile up at him lazily, and before I come to my senses, I reach up and grab his cheek, bringing him back down for a kiss.
Now Trent growls as we massage each other’s tongues. My hands find Zale next as I drag him up to me, and when he sees the question in my eyes, he seems to understand.
He aligns himself above me, and when I move my hands down to his cock, he grins at me, gray eyes burning as he gets to work.
Now, he eases his way inside of me carefully as I shut my eyes in pure bliss. When he rolls his hips, burying himself deeper inside, I clench around him tightly, and it’s like I’m claiming him as my own.
My legs wrap around his waist as I dig my heels into his thighs, urging him on. Zale thrusts as I run my hands up and down his back, enjoying every muscle as it flexes beneath the palms of my hands.
Then, I throw my head back and groan long and hard. It seems to shatter the very glass of the windows.
Trent nips gently at my throat, and then he moves down my spine. He slips his finger inside my back entrance, making me flutter around Zale’s cock.
Then he gathers some of my slick, lubricating himself as he pushes his way inside.
Now, Zale thrusts at my front, pushing me toward his brother as they build me up to yet another glorious climax.
And then I teeter over the edge once again.
Zale’s hips jerk before me, and then he buries his nose into my hair, coming hard inside me as he finds his own release.
Trent gasps behind me, and then he wraps his arms around me, placing them over my heaving breasts as he crashes out behind me.
Once we’re finished, we don’t move for a while, just remaining in that state of pure bliss. A moment frozen in time.
And then we lie down beneath the sheets as we all gaze up at the ceiling, gasping and catching our breath.
Outside, the evening breeze rustles softly through the trees, carrying with it the distant sound of water lapping gently against the shore.
It is strangely peaceful after everything that’s just happened. I never imagined my first time would end with quiet conversation instead of awkwardness.
There is no regret in the room, only warmth, and somehow that surprises me more than anything else.
Now, I listen to the sound of their breathing, focusing on the warmth of their bodies as we just lie in a state of pure bliss.
My mind is still reeling and still can’t believe it. I... just had sex with Trent and Zale Rose…
Two boys who rejected me back at school.
If only the other kids could see me now. The girls especially.
Every girl had a crush on the three hot American Alphas at school, after all. Yet no one was ever good enough for them.
Well, except for Emma, maybe.
Guilt washes over me next, and then I close my eyes, using my hair as a shield yet again. It sticks to my sweaty face, yet I still hide.
It looks as if I did try and take her place after all, and then I see River’s angry face before me yet again.
He warned me even back then, but I still went against his wishes.
I took Emma’s place in the end.
Trent seems to notice my downtrodden mood as he rolls his head on the pillow, staring at me concerned. “Saylor…are you all right?”
Zale looks at me from across his own pillow.
A sigh escapes, wafting away the black hair that sticks to my face. “I’m… I’m fine. It’s just... I... I can’t help but feel that I’m taking her place…”
Both Alphas wear twin expressions now. Then Trent purrs, leaning closer to place his hand on my cheek. “You could never steal her place, Saylor. Because you are not Emma… you are Saylor…”
A tear escapes me, and I curse at my emotional Omega. She is getting overly emotional lately, and what is with all the perfuming at random moments?
Zale purrs now, and he leans closer, hugging me close to his chest. “We know you are not taking her place, S. But in the end… Emma is gone. Yet you are here now.”
He strokes my hair, purring louder, and the waterworks escape now.
Trent makes a heartfelt declaration. “We swear, Saylor, that we will treat you right this time. We’re prepared to have a go at this if you are. Only when you’re ready…”
My eyes squeeze shut, making me shed more tears. Then I open my eyes, meeting Trent’s.
“You... want me to be your new girlfriend?”
Trent grins, showing his dimples. “Only if you will have us.”
I peer across at Zale. He leans forward, kissing my cheek. “We’re finally yours now, S.”
My heart pounds, and despite myself, I smile up at the ceiling.
Pack Rose has finally accepted me… Well, two out of the three, but it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.
Sure, there’s the whole distance thing, but I’m sure we can make something work.
My younger self would never have believed that this moment was possible. She would have laughed through her tears and insisted that I was lying.
Back then, I couldn't even imagine sitting beside Trent and Zale without feeling invisible, let alone lying between them while they looked at me as though I truly mattered.
Perhaps life really did have a strange way of coming full circle.
Maybe.
Yet I still hold out hope for River.
A girl can dream.
Well, it looks as if I failed myself in the end. I did end up involving Alphas in this trip after all.
But I bet eighteen-year-old Saylor is singing for joy right now.
We finally got them, girl. You can rest easy now.