CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sierra
The shift in the air is immediate.
One moment, Malik is asking if I’m sure. The next, his words settle over me, and everything changes.
Jalen’s mouth returns to my neck, and this time when he kisses me, he doesn’t pull away. His tongue traces the sensitive skin there and I gasp, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders. The sensation is overwhelming. Pleasure so intense it borders on too much, making my toes curl and my back arch.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let us hear you, sweetheart. Want to know what feels good.”
His hands slide down my sides, following the curve of my waist, and I’m suddenly hyperaware that I’m still wearing the oversized t-shirt. The fabric feels too thick, too restrictive, too much barrier between us.
Jalen seems to have the same thought because his fingers find the hem of the shirt and pause there, asking without words.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pulls back just enough to help me sit up slightly, and then the shirt is being lifted over my head. Cool air hits myoverheated skin, and I shiver despite the warmth radiating from the four alphas surrounding me.
For a moment, there’s silence.
I’m bare, and four pairs of eyes are locked on me with an intensity that makes me want to cover myself and press closer at the same time.
“Beautiful,” Cole breathes. “Fuck, Sierra, you’re so beautiful.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I’ve never been particularly confident about my body. Too soft here, too angular there, nothing special. But the way they’re looking at me makes me feel like something precious. Something desired.
Dax tilts my face toward him. His dark forest green eyes are nearly black with rut, and when he speaks, his voice is pure gravel.
“Don’t hide from us, omega. Want to see all of you.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver through me. My omega preens at the attention, at being called omega in that possessive tone, at being the focus of an alpha’s complete attention.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” Dax murmurs, and oh?—
Oh.
The praise hits me, making me inhale deeply. My omega practically purrs, and fresh slick pools between my thighs. All four of them inhale sharply, their own scents spiking in response, all tangling together until I’m drowning in alpha.
“She likes that,” Cole murmurs, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as my face burns hotter. “Likes being praised. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
I can’t form words, so I just nod.
“Use your words, omega,” Dax says, his thumb stroking along my jaw. “Want to hear you say it.”
“I—” My voice comes out shaky. “Yes. I like it.”
“What do you like?” Malik asks from his position near mylegs. Both his hands are on me now, one on my calf and one sliding slowly up my thigh. The touch is light, teasing, making me squirm. “Being called a good girl? Or being called omega?”
“Both,” I admit, and the confession feels so vulnerable, I want to shy away from it. But I don’t get the chance to.
“Both,” Jalen repeats softly, and then his mouth is on my shoulder, kissing and nipping lightly. “Our good omega.”
Our omega.
There’s that word again. ‘Our’.
