Stupid emotional rollercoaster. Stupid biology.
Stupid sense of rejection.
“Are you sure?” Alex asks softly, releasing my cock to lean forward until our chests touch even as he continues his pace with his hips.
“Bond me, alpha. Make me yours.” I swear the words are coming from my mouth, but my brain has completely shut down and allowed my omega instincts to fully take over. Just like when I’m in heat.
Is this what pregnancy hormones do? Is this how they affect omegas?
Not like I know anyone who’s gone through this. Any of my omega friends are either single or actively preventing pregnancy with their pack until they feel ready.
And here I am, accepting money and gifts to carry a baby while begging the second of the three to mark me for life.
No one else has brought up the dissolution of the bond. My heart refuses to accept anything less than that being a sign they want me permanently, that they’ve found the omega they weren’t aware they needed.
Just like I’ve found the pack I didn’t know I needed.
I didn’t want a pack. I didn’t want to be tied to alphas or even betas.
Yet I cannot picture my life without these three men.
Alex’s forearm wraps around the top of my head as though to keep me steady as his hips slam forward, thrusting his knot past the tight opening until we’re locked together.
I can feel every twitch and jerk of his dick as he paints my inner walls. The pleasure is amplified when he presses his lips to mine, swiping his tongue into my mouth before puncturing the fragile skin of my bottom lip, blowing the bond between us wide open.
The blooming warmth in my chest starts a ripple effect. My balls pull tight, cum spurts from my tip and coats both Alex and me, and a sense of awe, trepidation, fear, and love washes over me, rippling out from the bond somewhere deep inside my chest.
I’m unable to decipher which emotion is coming from who, only a sense of rightness.
I still wish all three of them were in here with me. My biology is still demanding Desmond leave his mark on me.
But for now, my omega feels as though I’ve been accepted.
I feel…whole.
You knowthose times when you’re sleeping but you can still hear things? Like when you fall asleep on the couch and the show playing suddenly comes alive in your dream?
That’s currently happening to me.
Except it’s not a TV show or movie. It’s a heated argument between three alphas, their pheromones creeping into my dream and pulling me awake as what feels like dominance pulses in the air.
It takes a few moments for my brain to catch up, but when it does, my heart feels as though cracks are forming.
“The doctor said the bond can’t be dissolved until after he gives birth, so you thought, what, now is a good time to play pack?” Mason whispers angrily.
The mattress shifts below me slightly and the warm weight that had been draped over my waist lifts.
Alex is moving away from me, rolling off the side of the bed.
I keep my eyes closed and do my best to pretend I’m still sleeping. Maybe that’s a little creepy, but this is my life and my future they’re discussing. And since they didn’t bother leaving the room to talk about how disappointed they are that a second alpha has bonded me, that can only mean they don’t care whether I wake up and hear them.
At least that’s how I rationalize keeping my eyes closed, my breaths even, and focus on every word spoken.
“Why do we have to dissolve it, though?” Alex whispers back.
They’ve moved further away from the bed. I can still hear them, but it’s obvious they’re no longer standing inches from where I lay.
“He doesn’t want a pack.Wedidn’t want an omega,” Mason says. They’re definitely moving further away.
