Ramses though is lounging back on his seat, one leg crossed over the other like we’re about to watch a peep show together. His emerald eyes are heated so much it’s like we’re standing in the mid-summer sun. When he talks, his voice is like hot silk, melting and warm and completely the opposite of what I was hoping he’d use. “I think it’s better we accept Allan’s condition and just be ourselves. For the sake of accurate reporting. We do this properly, Heidi, and that means Allan gets to see us act like we want to around you, since you are our scent-matched mate.”
I spiral into Omega-bliss-ness. No two ways about it. I do an instant and gratifying dive into pleasure laden snippets of Alphas saying and doing all the right things. And then I lock that shit up and return to reality. I make a slow sweep of the room, doing a full dramatic spin, before I gasp. “Wow, sorry, I thought someone else was in the room with us since we’re still sorting through whether scent-matched mates are real.”
“Allan.” Ramses ignores my crappy attempt at snark, but his eyes stay locked on me when he speaks to my father. “If you’re all on-board with our suggestion, I think we’ve probably covered enough for a while. You probably need to set up your lab and start your research. We’ll be down during the day so you can take blood and samples of our DNA but right now, we need to excuse ourselves.”
“I disagree,” I argue, and everyone looks at me like I’m talking gobbledegook. Except Ramses.
“Your words make it sound like you disagree, but your body doesn’t, Heidi. And Allan can do all the experimentation he needs on my brothers and me. We’ll answer every question under the sun honestly, but he will not see some of the way triplet Alphas act. No one ever will, except you. Darius,” Ramses barks, and I swear I get one or two blinks in before I’m swept off my feet.
I feel like arguing the point is expected, but all I hear in my thoughts is Darius’s thundering purr that is like warm satin blankets over my nearly non-existent anxiety. His hand cups my head to his chest, although he turns already knowing I want to see what’s going on. Kai and Ramses are standing talking intently to Allan, and Allan’s clearly relaxed and agreeing to everything they’re saying.
And then we’re gone. Fast too.
“Darius, I can walk,” I say once we’re down about a dozen hallways, far away from Allan.
His purr increases, his arms holding me get tighter as he rubs his face over me. “I know you can, your two feet are a dead giveaway, plus you’re one of the most capable women I’ve met. But it’s your time to be carried, to be fucked, and cherished in between.”
“You said that before too,” I admit, staring at him.
He stops abruptly, dropping me to my feet like I’ve burnt him.
“That’s fucking it,” he warns before slamming his mouth to mine. He kisses me with a ferocity that steals the air from my lungs, replacing it with his sweet chai scent. As quick as he started he pushes us apart to talk over my lips. “I’ve had enough of your doubt. On your knees.”
Of course, he finishes with a half smirk and a cheeky bark that splatters my insides pink and fluffy. I drop to my knees, the resounding knock of me hitting age old parquetry flooring has his Alpha bark nearly turning into a song of apology until he sees me willingly kneeling in front of him.
“See, little moon, Ram was right, your body is so on board with us. Your scent lets us know how you’re into this too, and right now I’m going to…”
“Darius! For once in your life, shut up!”
He chuckles before he moves like his ass is on fire, crowding around me, making me crawl backwards until my back hits the wall. He digs his hands in my hair with one of his hands, with the other he’s already unzipped himself.
“Don’t spill a drop or I’ll make you crawl up the stairs with my tongue in your pussy.”
“Whaaa…” I go to argue but it’s impossible to talk around his cock.
A tremor rocks through me as I deal with an invasion of Darius, his presence is everywhere making it feel like it’s more than just me and him. His chai latte scent wraps around my throat, like invisible fingers squeezing me into submission. Darius’s taste is equally overpowering; my taste buds sizzle drowning in a haze of spicy cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and cardamon sweetened by honey.
“Open your very pretty eyes, little moon,” Darius says as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth. He’s teasing me the way he fills my mouth, coating my tongue before dragging himself out and painting my lips.
Every time he pulls out, I chase him. And each time he makes a groan drenched in pleasure, rumbly deep and low. The noise rains over me taking my Darius addiction to near fatal levels, decimating the protection I’d built around myself.
He pulls my hair making my neck arch up, and his eyes are dilated making the emerald-green look like a highlight instead of his eye colour. In them I see all the apologies he wants to say, that he will say. There’s years of them. I know he’s sorry and I’m tired of fighting against us.
I push him out my mouth. “Don’t ever do…”
“I won’t,” he interrupts. “We’re worshipping you, little moon, until your last breath. And then we’re doing a repeat in the afterlife.”
I hear him. I understand him. And the designation side of him needs a different confirmation. I lick the underside of his cock before I flick my tongue over his crown, licking his precome from the source.
“It’s all yours,” he growls softly before he uses both hands and starts thrusting into my mouth.
He teases me, keeping his cock only inching inside. “You wanna taste my devotion? You want to choke on how sorry I am? I want you to feel my love as it stretches your lips. It’s hard being me, little moon, but every part of me is yours.”
His control snaps, and he surges down my throat. My lips feel like they’re going to split on the sides, and I can’t stop myself gagging hard. But encouragement fills his deep groans, and I relax.
“See little moon, you are a slut for praise,” he says quietly, his words are mixed with animalistic sounds but I understand him perfectly, despite seeing stars and tasting heaven. “Every day I’m going to fuck you while telling you the same thing until you can look at your own reflection in a mirror, say good-girl, and make yourself come.”
I dip my hands in my panties, to slick up my finger before teasing his asshole.
