Warmth blooms at my rim as his finger slides inside. I tighten around him, but lean on Dameon’s chest. Micah’s finger moves in a slow, circular motion that covers every millimeter with the lube, a blunt contrast to the throbbing ache in my core just inches above. He adds a second finger to stretch the tight ring of muscle. A low, vibrating groan leaves my throat.
Micah’s weight leans into my back as he stands between Dameon's knees. "You're open enough, Zora. Stay like that."
My hips tilt back into his hand, already craving the stretch. "I'm not going anywhere. Just fuck me already."
His breath hits the back of my neck in a ragged exhale, the scent of the two of them—pine with cinnamon and the other peppermint as undertones—lingers in the air, mixing with my pheromones.
Micah’s fingers sink into the soft flesh above my hips as he positions the head of his cock. The first inch brings a dense, unrelenting stretch that turns my vision into a hazy blur. He pauses, his body trembling with the effort of holding back and not slamming into me. Having his cock in my ass stretches me ina way I've never felt. It's a lot to take, but the pressure stops my head from spinning.
I reach back to grab his thigh, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his quad. "Don't stop. I need the fullness."
A deep and guttural groan vibrates through my chest while he drives the rest of his length inside. The entry is a blunt, overwhelming force that bottoms out.
My lungs struggle to find air while the double pressure of his cock and the presence of Dameon's hands create a fog in my mind. Micah's hips begin a slow, deep grind. Every forward thrust makes his knot prod against the tight muscle, a warning of the stretch to come.
Dameon watches Micah’s blonde hair mingle with mine before he reaches for a condom of his own. He sits directly under me, his chest heaving as he puts it on. My body doesn't care about the romantic fantasies they built while they were watching me. Dameon positions himself, his hands gripping my thighs.
The first touch of Dameon’s cock at my opening is an entirely different experience from Theo. He is a much bigger, forcing me to stretch as he pushes inside. Being occupied from both ends creates an immediate, overwhelming overload to my senses. I let out a broken cry. The sheer force of the dual penetration sends me crashing into an instant, shattering orgasm that leaves me sobbing against Dameon's shoulder.
“Fucking hell, that feels so damn good! This is what I need. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Micah and Dameon move in a brutal, synchronized rhythm that keeps my body in a constant state of euphoria. Every thrust from Dameon brings his knot against my folds while Micah fucks me from behind, his knot prodding for entry. The friction hits every spot I need.
I ride through several more orgasms, my core clenching around them both as they drive me deeper into the haze. Despitethe rage burning in my chest for the weeks of lies, being with Alphas feels damn good. I can’t believe I waited so long to experience a knot. This isn’t scary at all.
Dameon roars as he drives his cock home one last time, his knot stretching my opening to its absolute limit while he sinks to the hilt. Behind me, Micah echoes the roar, his knot forcing its way into me until we are locked together in a triangle on the sofa. The double release floods my body, and it finally kills the ache.
For now.
Seven days vanish into a hazy blur of sex, eating, and sleeping. I wake in the center of my nest with the scent of fresh pine and sweat clinging to the silk sheets. The four Alphas lie passed out around me, their limbs tangled in a mess of blonde hair and muscle. The fire in my blood finally died down during the night, leaving my skin cool and my pussy no longer demanding a constant knot. A terrifying clarity now fills my mind.
I lie still between the four men. Reid sleeps behind me, his large arm draped over my waist. Micah rests right next to him. Theo is in front of me, his long blonde hair fanned out across the pillows. Dameon lies to Theo's right, his shoulder brushing against his cousin’s arm. Through the long week of my heat, they abandoned the suppressants previously nullifying their pheromones. Their Alpha scents now saturate the room.
I breathe in, smelling the individual notes that separate them. Most Alphas I encounter in public carry a scent like spicy B.O. on a muggy afternoon, but these four offer something intoxicating that all share a connecting base of pine. Reid’s carries an undertone of rich sandalwood. Micah gives off a coolpeppermint. Dameon radiates a warm cinnamon that hits the back of my throat. Theo offers a soft vanilla that rounds out the pack’s sharp edges.
The fact that theysmell so good kills me inside. It proves we belong together, compatible mates. If I were to take bites from them my body wouldn’t reject them. The unfiltered pheromones has made it so I can tell them a part without needing to hold on toa feature to know them in a crowd. They’re now the only people on Earth that I will know right away without having to fake it.
At the same time, I know they realized I belonged to them from the first moment they caught my scent in the lobby, yet they chose to hide behind their monitors. They knew I was their Omega, but they chose to lie to me.
I turn under Reid’s arm.“Why couldn’t you just be honest from the start?” The whisper leaves my lips, and I swallow hard.
Reid stirs, his eyes fluttering open as he catches the change in my breathing. He lets out a choked sound and pulls me tighter against his bare chest. He looks at me with a desperate, romantic hunger.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He tries to lean in for a kiss, his lips searching for mine. I shove his chest and roll away, my naked skin hitting the cool air. My heat being over brings no relief. It only provides a clearer target for the rage building in my chest.
I sit up.“My heat is over. You four need to get out.” The words sting as they squeeze my heart. It feels as if it’s ripping my soul out to tell them to get away from me. We’re supposed to be together. I was born to be their Omega.But they used my disability against me on purpose. They were the sponsors this whole time, feeding my channel when I thought I did it on my own. I can't sit by and be okay with what they've done just because we're compatible.
Reid sits up as well. His hand coming up to rest on my shoulder.“Zo, please, let us explain.”
I shrug him off and move to get up from the bed as the others stir, their eyes opening as they look around. Theo rubs at his face as he tries to wake up faster.“What’s going on?”
I grab my robe off the floor and put it on.“All four of you need to get out.”
Dameon gets up from the bed.“Please, Zora, I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head.“Too late to apologize. Get out. I want nothing to do with any of you.” My lip tries to quiver, but I bite the inside.
All of them get out of the bed. Micah holds up his hands.“I will do anything if you’ll just hear us out.”
