The Phoenix Group continues, though these days one of the stipulations is only two of them go on call outs for help. Sadly, the demand for what they do hasn’t decreased. There will always be assholes in our world, but the Denali brothers are the self-appointed vigilantes of our community ready to help.
Darius plonks me on the edge of the bed, undressing me in an instant before he races around to throw back my pile of blankets, wanting me to crawl into them. Instead, I crawl to him.
“Little moon, don’t do this,” he whispers, torn already but unbuckling his belt at the same time. He’s such a fucking slut. “Ram will lose his shit.”
“Or he’ll join in,” I offer, kneeling in front of Darius, staring up at him, opening my legs slightly.
Speak of the devil, and he rushes into our suite. A wall of his orange scent precedes him, along with his brittle mood. And that’s okay, we’re all on edge today, for lots of reasons.
I turn slightly, looking through my eyelashes at him, watching as Kai strides straight past him, pulling his t-shirt off, sending it right into his brother’s face.
“Rohi, take my brother’s cock out of his pants,” he says as he collects the kittens, and puts them into the office.
Honestly, these kittens are no longer kittens, they’re elegant snotty cats who love me with everything they have. They’re also used to being ushered from one room to the next.
By the time Kai is standing watching me lick the tip of Darius’ cock, Ramses is curled around my back, his fingers dipping inside my pussy.
“Why can’t we say no to you?” Ram asks seriously as he kisses along my shoulder. His tongue traces over the healing mark of his bite on my throat and I close my eyes as a rush of sensation explodes over my skin. “Which hole do you want me to fill, baby?”
I hollow my cheeks and bob up and down on Darius to let them decide. I’ve been demanding enough about who goes where. “Everyone together,” is all I manage before I lean forward, gagging around Darius.
“Fuck, little moon, you’re so good at sucking my dick. You like it, huh?” He talks stupid because I keep taking more of him between my lips.
“Darius,” Ramses calls to his brother, interrupting him but at the same time, Darius laughs at whatever Ramses is doing behind me. It’s a filthy dirty laugh and makes me shiver in anticipation.
Ramses scoops me up off the ground in one swoop, he carries me folded in half, my ass down, my pussy spread wide. And then I watch as Darius lies backwards on the bed, slathering his cock in lube.
“You see my brother’s cock? It’s going to fill your beautiful asshole as you lie back against him like our queen. Kai’s going to take turns with me filling your pussy, and then you’re going to meet all your friends with our bites on your throat and our come soaking your panties. You want that?”
I swear to God I nearly come on the spot. Kai lifts me from Ramses arms, before he hovers over Darius. I feel the heat rolling off his cock before I feel the head of his dick nudging against my butt. They tease me with just the head until I start begging for more. As I start to take more of Darius, Ramses leans in and eats me out, and doesn’t stop until I am stretched by his brother and whimpering. Ram uses his hand to push me backwards, both of them watching while Darius thrusts in and out until I’m coming on a groan, watching them as I do.
“You’re holding back, rohi,” Kai scolds before he pulls my knees back for Darius to hold. “Look at you, your body was made for us. Our babies safe inside you, our claims all over you, our name inked on your skin. We’ll make sure you always remember how beautiful and perfect you are, Heidi.”
He sweet talks as he and Ramses take turns filling me like they promised. They mix it up, fucking me in short punchy thrusts before they power inside, making love with a ferocity that makes me float. Together they spoil me rotten, holding me on the edge of an orgasm that is sure to obliterate me.
But this is them, this is how they love; it’s all or nothing. And I’ll take it all every fucking day.
* * *
Because my Scorned Girls are super needy, they were insistent on knowing the dress code for our dinner. I wanted to be relaxed, as opposed to the way I was currently feeling bloated and frumpy, so dressy chic it was.
The black cigarette pants hug my butt, make my legs look longer but the elastin in the fabric means they’re ultra-comfortable too. The off the shoulder, long sleeved top is silky soft, and green in colour for obvious reasons, and my matching ballet slip-ons are not only super gorgeous, but they don’t hurt my feet at all. And I need all the help I can get, dealing with some craptacular hormones.
Making a rather bold statement with my body, I decided not to wear any jewellery except a new pair of dangly gold earrings, a gift from the Denali brothers. And since I piled my rapidly growing hair into a messy bun, the pack bites that decorate my throat are accentuated, ensuring it’s almost the only thing you see. Which is what I wanted. From the second our guests—more accurately my Scorned Girls—see me, I want them to know I’m a packed Omega, claimed by my pack. I was kind of hoping the shock factor might water down their disappointment that I broke the promise we made about seeing each other pack.
From the mirror in our walk-in-closet, I watch my pack get ready. I could do it for hours really. Of course, they dressed for me and not our guests, wearing black open neck shirts and black pants that stretch over their delectable asses. They look incredible, identical too. Usually, Darius wears his Vans with his black pants but today, the triplets wear everything the same. They’ve even shaved their hair and styled what’s left to match. For some reason, their skin looks even more golden than usual and today there’s not a lick of makeup to conceal any of their distinguishing tattoos.
“Little moon.” Darius flicks his eyebrows up, his gaze shooting straight to me, knowing I was watching. “Let us hear you walk.”
I burst out laughing knowing there’s no way anyone would be able to ‘hear’ me walk. He’s referring to his intention of filling me full as a way for my girls to tell I was packed. It’s unnecessary considering the bites plus no one is going to be able to think past or miss the thick and obvious perfume that coats my skin: a symphony of scent made just for me—maple, orange, and spicy chai latte—along with an extra something which designates us pack.
The phone in our suite rings and Kai grabs it, letting Ronnie know our guests are welcome through.
I feel suddenly sick, not because of being pregnant, although I’ve suffered some horrendous days of morning sickness despite only being weeks gone. No, my current state is a cesspool of nerves and excitement, relief at being able to finally share with my Scorned Girls my pack. Well sort of. They get an abridged version of who Ramses, Kairo, and Darius are because no one needs to know about The Phoenix Group for obvious reasons. If people figure it out, they figure it out.
“Let’s go,” Kai offers, as he opens our bedroom door.
Darius winks before tipping his chin up expectantly. I jump at the same time he lifts me off my feet. I seriously have given up arguing about walking. I’m looking forward to seeing him try to carry me when I’m further along, but until then I’m going to enjoy the way Darius shows his love.
