Right this second, she’s mostly lucid as she goes down on Dominic with a ferociousness that’s hard to tie to her timid nature. Her eyes frantically search for Hendrix and me even though we’re right in front of her, our hands on her body.
Her cheeks hollow out, her nose is pushed against his stomach, and she goes from sucking voraciously to slowly but surely coming to a complete stop. A little snore as her head slumps to rest against his thigh.
As quietly as possible we help him get comfortable, not moving her too much. Definitely not removing his cock out from between her lips. We tried that hours ago. It did not work.
While Hen grabs something for Dominic to eat and drink, I get everyone’s devices so we can all check in for a fewminutes. It’s doesn’t last long, the three of us are beyond exhausted.
Covering her in a silky ocean green sheet and then setting the aircon to a cooler setting, I flick the main lights off, turning the strand of fairy lights on, plunging her nest into near darkness.
Hendrix sleeps wrapped around her, and I pretty much mirror his position around Dominic. Dom’s anxiety is getting worse the longer her heat goes on.
“It’s her first one,” I whisper, massaging my fingers through his hair.
A huge sigh shudders out of him, and he turns to talk but stops midway. Sitting up so I can see and hear better, I get distracted by his puffy lips. Until I see him trying to stay awake.
“Sleep, Dom. We’re all safe,” I promise, lying back behind him. I don’t stop running my fingers through his hair until his breathing slows and drops into the same cycle as hers.
And then I crash out, lulled to the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time with the heaviness of our pack bond like a warming blanket wrapped around my heart.
Chapter
Forty
SIMONA
Waking up, I have to blink a few times to clear the heat webs. It literally takes two maybe three tries for me to realise I’m spread out, held down in nearly the exact same position from the start of my heat.
Three Alphas on their knees, their cocks hard, knots ready is like a dream. Except, this is no dream.
This is my life. And the electrifying pulse of their claiming bites searing through my body making my core throb is proof of that.
I have flashbacks of my heat. Really good ones. I know I’ve been with them over and over, the bone deep pleasure I feel is proof of that as is the ache of my pussy.
The three of them work themselves in sync with each other, and while it’s a beautiful way to wake me up—bathing me in their come—now I’m back in the land of the living I want something else.
“Stop,” I whisper. And then it’s crickets.
No question why, just instant obedience. My slick pools.
Turning, I wiggle my ass quickly against Hen’s cock before leaning down to lick the precome off Dominic, then turning to do the same to Rye. I curl my tongue around the lingering taste of them while I kneel up, finding the best place to face them.
“Hey.” I feel silly starting with that, but I’m dealing with the incredible reality of what we did. We packed. And then they lavished all their attention on me. It makes me feel pretty amazing.
“Sin, you’ve got trouble in your eyes,” Ryder says, following it up with a trademark smirk.
He sees me so effortlessly. My heart quickens, but the thrill floods through our bond before bouncing back from them with such intensity that I slump forward, falling onto all fours, taking me back to dick level.
Not a bad place to be. Which is kind of where I want to be anyway, but also not really.
Keeping my eyes down here is a win-win. I get the view; the scent and I don’t have to watch their faces when I talk. I know I take the coward’s way out.
“I have no recollection of us being together as a pack. Like the four of us together, together.”
“Sweetheart.” Hendrix’s hand rubs my shoulder soothingly.
“I don’t feel bad, Hen, but I want you to know I want to get to that point where I get two, maybe three knots at the same time. And even work up to some anal.” I sit up. It’s not like I can hide from them—these three have a direct line to the most private part of me now.
Dominic’s hand wraps around my cheek as I rise up. Pride blisters through our bond, making it glitter like gold.
