I moan, but it’s not enough. I rock harder, his thumb finding my clit. I hold his gaze as his brown eyes heat and our scents battle for dominance in the tiny car. I’m hot, but still needy. Every molecule of my body is asking, pleading, for more, and Silas delivers. He enters another finger, meeting my hips with each thrust, his far more controlled than mine. His thick fingers are so deep in my pussy, but I need more. I need him, all of him.
“Please, Alpha,” I ask. Rocking my hips as the licks of my coming orgasm get stronger as their scents caress me. “I need all of you.”
“Come, omega,” he commands, and I can’t help myself as my teeth find his neck. I bite down hard, a bond settling into place as I chase the release deep in my core. I can hear the shocked gasps in the car, but Silas’s fingers and hips rock erratically into me. Riding me through an orgasm and into another.
Removing my teeth, seeing my bond on him, I observe his face. Looking for a sign of anger or regret. Realization of what I’ve done tampers my heat the tiniest bit, shame mixing with my need. I forgot to askhim. I should have asked them; my dumb omega brain didn’t think.
My brain runs a thousand miles a minute, thinking I trapped this alpha to me, my insecurities piling up at the worst moment, but he lifts my chin, capturing my lips. Our tongues dance as his fingers leave me, and Silas leaves me writhing in satisfaction as my heat dissipates for a moment.
I get a break. This is an odd experience. My heat’s never died down before. I can feel this is only momentary, even so, it’s not something I expected. Is it because of the bond?
Silas brings me back to him as his kisses trail down my neck. Anticipation riles me up as I happily wait for my alpha to bite me. Bond me. And he does. His teeth sliding into the base of my neck, made me giddy inside. The bond amplifies the bond I have with Havoc, strengthening it, and I can’t wait to complete my set with Thorne’s bite— a whole Pack, just for me.
As the heat in my body dies down, I can see more clearly out the tinted window. The darkness over the Fallon’s house, the green grass, and the too-perfect landscaping. I catch Thorne’s eye in the rearview mirror as he leans his head against the driver’s window. The slight crack at the top made me laugh a bit.
“Unless you wanted me to yank you both out of this damn car and rut you into the damned grass, this was the best I could do,” Thorne says, and I giggle as Isnuggle into Silas. Tired and satisfied, for now, my eyes flutter closed, waiting for my third alpha to get to the car.
The rideback home is a hell I never thought I’d go through. Sex in a sports car isn’t as sexy as it seems. Silas and Havoc take turns pleasing me, but my omega is tiring of being in the car for her heat and the lack of knots inside her. They could only give me one at a time. Why have three alphas if I can only get one knot at a time?
My omega brain couldn’t understand that there wasn’t room in the car for them to give me two knots. I’d try to reach for Thorne in the driver’s seat, needing him too, but he’d growl at me, saying he can’t crash the car. My omega didn’t like that either.
With the neighborhood we live in coming into view, it’s like my omega knows that comfort is coming because the time between needing an orgasm becomes shorter and shorter. Lifting my hips and Havoc’s cock sliding out of my pussy, I stay straddling his lap, I gaze out the window to see the house better. I can’t help but rock my hips as my come-covered thighs straddle Havoc’s giant leg. I try to quiet my whine, knowingthere isn’t much my alpha can do right now. My mind is clouding with excitement for all three of them as my skin itches for connection.
Thorne eats up the round driveway, obviously going way faster than he should. As the day settles in, the morning sun disappears as we park in the attached garage. The six-hour drive was the longest of my life. Thorne doesn’t waste any time, darting out of the car, grabbing me, and throwing my very naked body over his shoulder and into the house.
Finally, someone is moving with as much urgency as I need.
The warmth of the heat blasts my skin as he carries me into the house and I moan, rubbing my thighs together, while Thorne palms my ass. Shoving my face into his shirt, his strong back being my view, I inhale his cherry scent like it’s a hit of the best drug on the market. I try to hook my legs around him and slide down so that I can face my beautiful alpha, but he grips me so tightly I can’t move.
“Thorne?” I whine, wanting to see his face.
“Where?” he asks, the one question my omega doesn’t want to hear. Oh shoot. In my haste to get home, I forgot I don’t have a nest. Dread mixes with the need in my stomach, and I realize I don’t have a place to settle.
“Um,” the word is low on my lips as I attempt to think. Processing nothing more than why he still hasclothes on and the cramps creeping their way across my stomach.
“My nest,” I say, and he looks confused. Havoc and Silas, shirtless and so damn hot and ready both, shrug as Thorne looks to them for confirmation. I ignore them, needing my nest. The white door doesn’t seem as daunting, but once I open it to the empty nest, I freeze. Darn it.
This room isn’t good enough on its own. The bed doesn’t have sheets; there are no blankets or pillows. Nothing. I have nothing. I–
Tears start racing down my face as the realization settles in, and my omega is beyond upset, raving with my heat cramps as I hug myself. No, no, no, this isn’t right. I have the Pack, I’m safe, and yet here I am crying. This isn’t right.
It gets dark, a soft cotton over my face, and as the fear of being kidnapped again boils under my skin, the cherry scent on the cloth fills my nose, and I sigh.
My Pack. I press the shirt tight to my face, getting as much scent as I can from it. I hear steps around me, murmurs as the guys come in, and as much as this empty nest hurts me, my omega perks up at the sounds of her alphas.
Sliding the shirt off my head, I see their work. The bed still doesn’t have sheets, but it’s covered with blankets. My eyes shoot to them, their worried faces making my heart beat faster.
“We don’t have sheets for this big of a bed, but we have this,” Silas says as he adjusts the last blanket. My eyes catch on baskets of clothes, hopefully dirty, and the tears flowing down my face are happy.
“Shower,” I mutter, knowing I can’t get into this nest without a shower. Havoc scoops me up, my giant alpha doing giant alpha activities, and takes me to the shower that is in the attached bathroom. My body aches with the need to be touched and watching as my two other alphas come into the bathroom, I need them in me again.
Havoc plays with the shower temperature, and Thorne is behind me, his hands already finding my soaking center. I moan, leaning backwards into him.
“So wet for me already, Noa? Does crying turn you on, Peach Puff?” He asks, licking a tear from my cheek.
“Yes, Alpha,” I say, not fully comprehending what he’s saying, but I’d love anything with my Alphas, I know that for sure. I need more. More of him, more of all of them.
He steps back, and I nearly fall, but Silas slides between us and the door, kneeling in front of me like a worshipper, and my omega is thrilled over it.
