There’s this part of me that wants to take off running to see if he’ll chase me, if he’ll tackle me to the ground, rip my clothes from my body, and fuck me until my throat is sore from moaning and screaming.
Thing is, we haven’t discussed all that. I have no idea whether these three are into that type of play. I’d given them my hard stops from the get-go, and that went all to hell. Hence the healing bonding mark on my shoulder.
We didn’t ask the doctor about dissolving the bond. Although Alex and Des did research and spoke with the doctor the day after Mason bit me; they were told to wait until we discovered whether or not I was carrying a child.
I can only assume that means it’s not safe until after I give birth.
None of them have brought it up since. I try not to hope it means what I want it to.
“Are you happy?” Alex asks as he moves closer, his steps so slow and measured.
I swear this alpha is a walking wet dream.
“Y-yes,” I force out through my closing throat. Damn it. I meant to sound all sexy and instead stammered like a virgin racked with nerves.
Once he’s within touching distance, he lifts a hand and threads his fingers through my hair, pushing it over my shoulder. Of course, he then takes the opportunity to run his touch over the bite mark slightly concealed by my cashmere sweater.
A shiver runs up my spine and my cock twitches behind my slacks as precum dampens the front of my boxers.
The moment my perfume explodes from me, Alex’s nostrils flare and his pupils blow wide. His alpha instincts to breed his omega are pushing to the forefront. Doesn’t even matter that I’m already pregnant; biology is fucking nuts sometimes.
Of the three, Alex is the only one who has done anything sexual with me outside my heat, and that hasn’t been since that first day when he lowered to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.
The memory of this big, gorgeous alpha on his knees for me, of the way his eyes locked with mine while he swallowed down every drop of my cum pulls a whine from deep within my chest. It’s a sound of need, and the answering growl lets me know I’m seconds away from getting what I’ve been craving for weeks.
“I could add a matching one over here,” Alex says, tugging the collar of my shirt on the opposite shoulder before lowering his mouth and feathering kisses along my flesh.
Goosebumps break out at the butterfly soft brushes of his lips. I’m so tempted to beg him to do just that, to sink his teeth into my shoulder, or even right over my Adam’s apple so the whole world will see I’m claimed.
Sure, there will be a change to my scent. And of course, in a few months my belly will be rounded with their child. But I want a visual representation of who I belong to.
I swear the moment I saw their picture on that ad, something deep inside my chest shifted. It was as though my heart and soul both sat up and paid attention, as though they recognized my future pack, my soul mates before I had a single opportunity to hear their voices or even catch their scents.
Don’t beg. Don’t beg him for the bite.
I can’t look desperate. We agreed to the terms from the beginning. They knew I wasn’t looking for a pack and they assured me they weren’t looking to add to theirs.
Doesn’t matter how badly it feels as though someone is squeezing my heart in their fists.
Oh, they’ll always care about me. After all, I’m giving them what they’ve dreamed of for so long. And they already promised I’ll never want for anything even long after the doctor places our child in their arms.
Not the same. For the first time since I presented, I want a pack of my own. And not just any pack – I wantthesealphas. I want to call them my own.
I want to be Omega Anders.
For now, I’ll take what he offers.
And it appears Alex is willing to please me in a way no one has before him. Never have I felt so boneless after my heat. Sure, there was soreness, but I didn’t feel as though I had a raging hangover and needed to recover for a week.
There had been no shame when they discussed their preferred roles in the bedroom. Alex getting on his knees made so much more sense after finding out he preferred to bottom. But, though my memories of my heat are hazy, there is no doubt he has no problem topping me.
I suppose that technically makes him a switch, too, at least when it comes to fucking his omega.
Honestly, I’m not even sure what I want more, his dick in my mouth or ass, ormydick insidehim.
Both? I see no reason I can’t have both. We still have a few more hours before he’ll need to go to bed. You know, since my alphas have to return to work tomorrow.
They were trying to keep their voices down when we were shopping, but I overheard them periodically talking about some case they have coming up. They didn’t say as much, but it kind of sounded as though I’ll be spending a lot more time alone.
