“I ache for you,il mio tutto. I have to share with you my pain. Honestly, I’m not sure my knot will ever deflate. I watch you with our pack, and I keep having to eat you out, and then the way you smell of us… I can’t stop losing control.” Dante talks intimately as he lines himself up, and the warmth from his cock on my sensitive asshole burns in such a good way.
Valentine comes to a stop, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and he waits for Dante to push in.
“Oh,” I moan, my voice not sounding like mine at all anymore. It’s so hoarse from days of screaming orgasms and endless whining. Another small push from Dante as he tries to enter, and a flash of heat sparks, stealing my focus away from them.
“Let me in. I got to get in there, and then we’ll tear our pleasure from yours.” He massages my ass cheeks, squashing them together, then pulling them wide again, trying to inch in more.
“She’s so goddamn tight, isn’t she?” Valentine rumbles, his mouth hovering over mine, and in the middle of me being off in pleasure land again, I lock onto my claiming bite on his lip and lick over it, desperate for him to anchor me.
“Our Omega is incredible.” Dante groans, his voice wavering and breaking under the pressure of his own pleasure.
My heat reignites into a raging inferno. I lock up so tight, they have to stop.
Valentine pulls back to look at me. His emotions are a kaleidoscope of bright colors in his eyes, constantly moving and changing with each slow, steady beat of his heart. With his usual insight, he reads my fight before I understand it myself, and I feel the rise of his designation as he takes control when I can’t.
But Dante is on the same page already, sensing where I am too. I twist to see Matteo is close by in the nest still, and he is but he’s also so relaxed. I get confirmation again that I can lean on them when my heat makes me forget.
“I think our Omega is ready for a lesson or two about who owns her,” Dante croons, blowing his mouthwatering Amaretto scent over my face. Like always, his perfume is a drug, coaxing my euphoria higher.
Valentine’s eyes move from my face to Dante’s, and I get stuck in between the two of them doing their telepathic twin talk. There’s not a word said, but the changes in their mood and demeanor is as obvious as the day plunging to night.
Dante buries his fingers through my scalp to tangle in my hair; it feels like he’s holding a live wire, and I shiver. His touch feels so goddamn good, even when he yanks my head back. Valentine chuckles at the flash of alarm in my eyes. But it’s only a flash because they caught me off guard. In truth, I want this, the raw crush of their designation blinding and consuming every part of me.
“Hold her,” Valentine growls at Dante, and their hands swap. Together, they’re confusing my senses. I’m losing track of who’s who, but it’s an amazing place to be.
Valentine waits until I’m watching him, then he feathers his fingers through my slick to paint a trail from where we’re joined, up my stomach, chest before his finger disappears again. I open my mouth to beg and get a swipe of my slick against my lips.
“Payback, darling wife. I remember the torture of you on my lip when I was out dealing with Diego and Rosa. Perhaps you’ll understand how fucking crazy it made me.”
He never told me, but now I know I’ll make sure to do it more. Whenever he leaves me, probably. I poke my tongue out to where he swiped our lovemaking, and I taste myself, but better is how clearly, and easily, I taste of them. Each of them. Matteo’svanilla sweetness is saturated, as is Valentine’s sharp espresso and Dante’s Amaretto.
How we work together is literally orgasmic.
And that’s the point when I realize my bravado from before, when I thought I was in charge of my heat, was insanely misguided. For a moment, it feeds a sudden surge, and I worry I’ve misinterpreted everything. Them. How long I’ve been in heat. If this is real.
Valentine slaps my tit, and Dante twists a fistful of my hair while Matteo appears from god knows where to bite into the flesh of my side.
“Stay with us. We’re only getting started,” Dante barks.
They tether me back to them, then they cloud me in their scent so thoroughly, I swear I see the particles dancing in my eyes.
“I’m right here, Layne.” Matteo nips again.
“I know.”
Valentine grunts as I gush around him.
“Are you going to let your Alphas in?” He works his thumb on my clit in lazy strokes that have my breath rushing out like I’m running for my life.
I want to let them in. I’m trying desperately. I’d do anything to succumb to their attention, but I can’t figure out how to relax and let them in.
“Don’t stop,” is all I manage to say as Valentine twists my nipple, then I cry out.
“We weren’t going to, baby,” Dante promises, growling into my ear. “Trust us.”
“With everything I am,” I whisper.
It’s said to him but includes Valentine and Matteo. They know it. I feel our bond swarm with the buzz of their love in sweet response.
