Jethro lets out a sharp, choked sound. “God, Sandra.”
His reaction is a jolt of confidence. I move my head, exploring the texture, the heat. Oli’s hand finds the back of my neck, his fingers playing with the short hairs there, grounding me. Ross and Caleb have moved closer now, their scents—ginger and dates—adding to the thick, heady atmosphere of the room. I can feel their eyes on me, but instead of feeling exposed, I feel... cherished. Like I’m the center of their world.
I’m finally understanding what the Omegas at the Haven meant. This isn’t just sex. This is the beginning of something that’s going to change me forever.
Make Me All Yours
Sandra
The air in the room is so thick with pheromones I can almost taste it. My mouth waters, my heart races, and the combined scents of my Alphas are making my inner Omega purr so loudly it’s a constant vibration in my chest.
I pull back from Jethro, my lips tingling and the taste of him lingering on my tongue. He looks wrecked, his eyes glazed and his breathing shallow. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before he pulls me up, guiding me until I’m sitting on his lap, straddling him. The friction of his hardness against my center through the thin fabric of my panties is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” Jethro leans in, his words a low vibration against my skin.
Ross moves in then, his sharp features highlighted by the golden light of the bedside lamp. He smells of ginger and that underlying marshmallow base that connects them all. He’s already shed his shirt, and his chest is a map of hard muscle and smooth skin. He catches Oli’s eye and pulls the golden-hairedOmega into a quick, deep kiss. It’s a glimpse into their dynamic, a reminder that they aren’t just here for me, but for each other.
Ross fixes me with a blue-eyed stare, burning with an intensity that makes my toes curl. “My turn to touch you.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He reaches out, his hands sliding up under the hem of the hoodie. His palms are large and warm as they cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out a sharp, surprised gasp, my back arching as a jolt of pure pleasure shoots through me.
Ross lets out a playful rumble, his tone a contrast to the hunger in his eyes. “Oh, you like that.”
Beside us, Caleb is a steady, quiet force. He’s removed his glasses, and without them, his eyes seem even larger, more focused. He smells of dates and warmth, a scent that grounds me even as Ross and Jethro set my senses on fire. Caleb reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers, his grip firm and reassuring. He doesn’t just watch me; he watches Jethro and Ross too, his hand moving to rest on Ross’s shoulder.
I look at the three of them, then at Oli, who has moved to sit behind me, his chest pressed against my back. He wraps his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.
Oli nudges his nose against my hair. “I’m right here.”
I nod, closing my eyes, letting the combined heat of them swallow me whole. I can feel Ross’s hands moving down, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He doesn’t pull them down yet, just keeps the pressure there, a promise of what’s coming. The sage and jasmine of my scent flares, reaching out to meet his ginger.
Ross pulls back, his tongue laving the skin of my shoulder instead of my neck. The sting of anticipation is better than any bite. I lean my head back against Oli, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
Ross brushes a thumb over the skin of my collarbone. “We’ve got all night, Sandra. No rush.”
Caleb moves in next. He’s more deliberate, his touch careful as he leans across to kiss Oli first, then turns to me. His scent of dates is sweet and heavy, wrapping around me like a blanket.
Caleb pins me with a look. “Let’s get this hoodie off you.”
I raise my arms, letting him and Ross pull the thick fabric over my head. I’m bare to them now, the bruises on my skin stark in the light. Jethro’s hands on my hips tighten, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. There’s no judgment, only a fierce, protective hunger.
I’m floating in a sea of ginger and dates, the smoky marshmallow of the pack base acting as the anchor. I feel heavy. Solid. Like I’m finally being tethered to the earth, one touch at a time.
A kaleidoscope of touch and scent fills the room. With the hoodie forgotten on the floor, every draft, every shift in the air, and every warm hand finding my skin registers like a shock. I kneel in the center of the nest. Plush blankets bunch under my knees while my pack moves around me like a well-oiled machine.
Ross shifts behind me, pressing his chest against my back like a solid wall. His hands map my ribs, graze my stomach, and dip low to find the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He leans down, grazing my ear with his lips.
“Look at them, Sandra. See how much they want you.” Ross murmurs right against my skin.
I look. Jethro sits back, pinning his gaze on me with a raw, military focus. Caleb rests beside him, reaching out to stroke my calf with a grounding, steady touch. Oli tucks himself near Caleb’s side, his golden hair an absolute mess. The sight of them together makes my heart ache with an unnamed need. They lean into each other’s space, creating a perfect picture.
Oli reaches out with an open hand. “Come here.”
I crawl toward them. Ross follows close behind, keeping his hands on my hips. Jethro sits back against the mountain of pillows. I settle against his chest, letting my legs bend and fall open. Jethro pulls me into a deep, soul-searing kiss tasting of smoke and promise. While he keeps my mouth occupied, Caleb shifts to my right hip. He hooks his thumbs into my panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides them down my legs and tosses them aside.
I whimper into Jethro’s mouth. The vulnerability of complete nakedness hits hard.
Oli swoops in to save me. He settles on my left side, finding my hands and pulling me closer into the pile. “You’re beautiful.” Oli’s voice vibrates against my shoulder.
