Reid reaches out as if to touch me, but he stops himself. His eyes are full of a dark, crushing pain that I refuse to acknowledge. "I know everything about you, Zora. We never stopped looking or wanting you to be in our lives."
"That isn't love. That's an obsession. There are a million ways you could have reunited us, and you chose the worst way possible." I look at all of them, four blonde Alphas who think they own the air I breathe. "You turned my life into a product for your company. You missed the chance for love the second you turned on those monitors and started recording my every movement. You think you are my protectors? You are just my keepers."
The heat in my belly is a furnace now, and I’m hitting the point where I will need them and all logic will go out the window. My pussy throbs with need. Slickness is running down my thighs and my folds are swollen and sensitive, crying out for the friction of a cock to fill the void. I don't intend to offer a single one of them mercy during my heat. I am going to use them and then I am going to leave. Because fuck them for thinking they can be my Alphas when I didn’t agree to that. Let them feel the weight of what they have done while they serve me.
"You want to be my pack? You want to be the ones I need? Then you are going to be the tools I use to get through this. You are going to take the penance for every camera and every lie. I am going to use you until the fire goes out."
I keep the thought of what comes after the heat to myself. They don't deserve to know the exit plan while they are busy trying to claim the territory.
I look at the one whose tattoo gave him away first. "Dameon, go kneel in front of the sofa."
The Alpha I know as Saturday moves. He walks toward the gray sofa and sinks to his knees on the stone floor. He looks over his shoulder at me. I stand in the center of the room and reach for the buttons of my pink pajama top. I take my time, pulling the silk aside to reveal my bare chest. I let the top fall to the floor. Then I slide the bottoms down my legs until I am standing completely naked in front of the four men who could’ve been the ones I've been looking for, if they weren’t idiots.
I walk to the sofa and sit down, my back against the cushions. I open my legs wide and reaching down to spread my swollen, dark pink folds apart, revealing the slick that drips onto the fabric.
"Kneel between my thighs, Dameon." I watch him crawl forward until his face is inches from my heat. "Eat me out. I want you to taste every bit of the fire you helped start. Fix the ache you caused, and don't you dare stop until I tell you to."
Dameonkneelsbetweenmythighs. The edge of the gray sofa provides a narrow perch while my legs stay spread wide, my fingers holding my dripping folds open for him.
He leans in and the warmth of his breath hits my sensitive skin before his tongue even touches me. He lingers there for a heartbeat, breathing me in, his nostrils flaring as he shakes with the effort of staying still. The first touch of his tongue drags slowly from the bottom of my opening all the way to my clit.
The friction makes my toes curl into the cushions. He licks with the clear intent to taste every drop of the thick, hot slickness coating my skin. A moan leaves my throat while I grab a handful of his blonde hair, pressing his head harder against me to make sure he gets a face full.
The other three men stand in various states of undress. They wait for a signal, their eyes wide, and their bodies tense with a need that fills the room. Dameon continues his work, his tongue circling my clit with a rhythmic, wet pressure that drowns out the noise in my head. Pleasure spikes up my spine, the friction of his tongue sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
"Strip for me. All of you. I want to see exactly what you hide behind those uniforms. I’ve only seen glimpses through a camera." My voice rings cold, stopping any chance of an argument.
I watch them through the haze of my arousal while my fingers continue to spread my folds for Dameon’s tongue. One by one, their shirts fall to the floor, revealing their muscled chests. Then come the pants, falling in heaps around their ankles.
Dameon’s pace increases, his tongue flicking faster and harder against my clit. Tension builds in my hips, a solid pull that drags everything toward the point of contact. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the first real climax of the week ripples through me.
My back arches and my heels dig into the sofa cushions while my core clenches around nothing. The release hits with a blunt, overwhelming force that leaves me shaking and breathless. Dameon stays there until the tremors fade, his tongue licking away the final traces of the release.
My hand drops from his hair while I look down at him. "Dameon, get up. Take your clothes off, too."
He obeys, standing and shucking his remaining clothes until he joins the semi-circle of naked Alphas. Every scar stands out in the dim light, but mostly their cocks claim my attention. The sight offers a lot to process, a wall of white skin and rigid, tensed muscle that stands fully aroused.
Micah stands first in line. With the long, lean body of a runner, all his muscles stay well defined. His cock matches his height, long and stiff as the head curves slightly toward his belly, pre-cum drips from the tip. I watch it trail down his shaft to the knot beginning to swell at the base.
Dameon takes the opposite stance. He carries the build of a tank, his chest broad and covered in light blonde hair. His cock is massive, a powerful length that strains upward against his bellyand twitches with every breath he takes. Tight and full, his balls appear ready to burst under the pressure of his own arousal. He functions as the pack muscle. The heart-eyed skull tattoo on his ribs stands out while his chest heaves with every frantic breath.
Theo stands next to him, his long blonde hair falling over his shoulders. Vulnerability defines his frame; his gray eyes appearing soft even as his body betrays his hunger. His cock offers a manageable size, a solid, stiff length with a gentle curve and a knot that doesn't show the same intimidation as the others. He presents the safest bet for the first time, a way to ease the ache without getting split in half.
Finally, my gaze settles on Reid. He looms as the largest of them all, a wall of dominant muscle. His cock threatening to tear me apart with a thick and dark pink length that stands at full attention. His jaw holds a hard line while he fights the instinct to just grab my legs and dive in.
The ache in my blood demands an end to the wait. "Theo, come here. I want you first. Your knot offers the least painful option, and I need this ache to stop."
Theo moves with a slow, hesitant stride toward the gray velvet sofa while the other three Alphas stand like statues in the dim light. He settles onto the cushions with his knees thrown wide, his large hands resting on his thighs. Soft eyes look up at me. I stand between his legs and look down at the stiff, rigid length of him. My naked skin feels the cool air of the penthouse for only a second before the ache in my body demands closer proximity.
My fingers trail over his shoulder. "Theo, sit back and stay still."
The focus shifts to Micah, who still stands near the kitchen island with his hands fisted at his sides. Desperation fills his blue eyes while they track the way the slickness runs down my thighs. “Micah, get your bag. I know you carry condoms for the other residents. Get them out and bring them to the sofa right now."
Micah flinches at the command, his Alpha pride clearly chafing under the reminder of his duties. He doesn't argue, though. He reaches for the small black bag resting on the marble coffee table behind him and brings it to the edge of the sofa. He pulls out a handful of condoms, the metallic crinkle of the plastic loud in the quiet room. He looks at Reid, then back at me, his jaw tightens.
Reid takes a step forward, the light of the city skyline catching the hard lines of his bare chest. He reaches out as if to touch the sofa near my hand, his expression full of a strained worship. "Zora, please. Let us make this right. We want this to feel like a reunion, not a transaction. Let us show you the love we have carried for fifteen years. We wanted this moment to be special for you."
A hollow laugh bursts from me, making all of them tense. "If you wanted it to be special, you shouldn't have spent weeks watching me like a lab rat through a camera lens. You missed the chance for romantic moments the second you put a sensor in my smoke detector. Now shut up and fix the ache you caused."
