The alphas told me upfront they never sought an omega or beta to add to their pack because they’re fully committed to each other. To me, that was almost like them coming out and reminding me that my time with them would end when I gave birth to their child.
Ourchild.
He or she would still be a part of me. Which means I could still come around, still huff hits of their pheromones when I’m struggling under the guise of visiting our child.
Does that make me a garbage human? It kind of makes me feel like a garbage human thinking I would use an excuse simply to…
“Fuck. Stop.” I’m staring at myself in the mirror hanging over the bathroom vanity as I try to stop the thoughts from cycling out of control.
I’m not a needy omega, for fuck’s sake. I mean, yeah, I get needier when my hormones are out of control, but I don’t now, nor have I ever, required an alpha to remain a permanent fixture in my life.
The only alphas I’ve entertained on a regular basis are those whom I feel safe around, those who’ve helped me through my heat while consistently sending me gifts between cycles.
Yep. Garbage human. Since I presented and ended up out on my own, I’ve been using people.
“They used you, too,” I remind my reflection.
Would it really be so bad to someday find what this pack has? Would it really be so bad to finally find an alpha or a pack who cares about me for more than the fetish of fucking an omega?
I might have only been here for about a week, but these alphas have been so kind, even if they were gone the first two days. They’ve given me free reign of the house, no limit to my spending, and offered to let me change up the omega quarters, bedroom, and nest to fit my tastes.
Shame I didn’t get the time to change the interior of the nest. As I walk back in, my eyes immediately zero in on that damn bulb. It’s dim and warm, but it’s just…notright.
I like those string lights, the ones Ella calls fairy lights or twinkle lights. I want to be able to see the alphas, but I don’t want…shit. I don’t know. So much light. Everything becomes soover sensitized during my cycle that even the one bulb feels like a spotlight glaring right into my eyeballs.
At some point while I was showering, the guys moved. Mason is now on his side. Alex is lying on his stomach with his arms wedged under the pillow and his head turned to the side. Des is on his back with an arm over his head.
They really are so damn attractive. So much so that my dick twitches and begins to grow simply looking at their naked bodies.
It doesn’t feel like a full heat spike, but need is absolutely coursing through my veins and causing slick to coat my hole and upper thighs. My perfume is growing the longer I stare at them, my pheromones behaving as a beacon and causing them to stir.
Again, for three alphas who’ve never been with an omega, their bodies sure as hell react instinctively. They’re rousing simply from my heightened pheromones. I haven’t even made a single sound of discomfort or moved other than reentering the room.
Mason’s eyes flutter open then they find me standing at the entrance of the nest.
“You okay?” he asks as he pushes up onto one elbow.
When he reaches a hand for me, I feel as though there’s a rubber band strapped around my waist dragging me right to his arms.
I lie in front of him, letting him drape an arm over my waist as he nuzzles his face through my hair until his lips find the back of my neck.
It feels so natural. Other than those times I needed an itch scratched, I’ve never truly enjoyed this type of such intimate snuggling. I don’t mind laying my head on their chests or even the spooning thing, but the way his warm lips feel on my neck makes me want more.
More of what, I’m not sure. I refuse to allow my heart to get involved in this situation simply to have it ripped from my chest later.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, hoping to keep from waking Mason and Alex when it’s not necessary.
I’m tired and I wasn’t the one doing all the heavy lifting. At least I don’t think I was.
Mason’s hard cock is trapped between my ass cheeks and my slick drips from me to soak into the padding below us as my dick thickens and begins to throb.
I’ve been fucked, sucked, licked…any and every form of pleasure an omega could possibly receive, these alphas have delivered.
When Mason’s hips make a slow rotation and his cock slides along my skin…
Well, shit. That simple motion has awakened the fog. My skin tingles, my cheeks and core feel hot, and my brain is quickly turning to mush.
A whine leaves my chest before I can reel it in as I moan out, “Alpha.”
