In return, I got my mates’ money back, access to my own funds and, best of all…a no-contest divorce. Once things started to move, it was so fast. One moment, we were in the midst of chaos, blood, and destruction; the next, my mates were coming home from work to find dinner on the table and a happy mate waiting for them.
The divorce papers came in the mail. I’d signed them in person, but the recorded copies had to be mailed. And that took almost three weeks. Until I had those in my hands, all the years of insecurity had me worried that something could still go wrong. Logic disagreed. But who needed logic when you’d been such a worrier for so long.
And then, it came, and I was over the moon at the severing of that connection. Everything that hurt me lay on the other side of that legal document. And I knew what we needed to do to celebrate this milestone.
An online grocery order later, I had a rib roast in the oven surrounded by roasted potatoes and a big tossed salad in the refrigerator. I’d bought the cake because I wanted to use my time to take a bubble bath and primp. And also because I couldn’t write well in frosting.
“We’re home,” Cash called as I heard the clink of his keys hitting the foyer table. “Where are you, omega?”
“In the kitchen.” I poked my head out and gave them a wave. “Why don’t you all go take nice cool showers and by the time you’re done, dinner will be ready.” I didn’t wait for an answer, just retreated to finish getting the meal on the dining room table where we almost never ate. It was kitchen or in front of the TV for our casual family on ordinary days. I’d even ordered flowers, not that I thought they’d care that much, but I did. Candles and flowers were required for special occasions, and this was the most special I could imagine. We didn’t have fancy dishes, but I set the table with what we had, and it looked very pretty to me.
“Whoa.” York returned first, hair damp and a fresh T-shirt and shorts after his shower. “Are we having company?”
“Just us. Would you go grab the platter off the counter and bring it in?”
“Absolutely.” He disappeared into the kitchen and returned. “This looks amazing. Is it someone’s birthday?”
“No, it’s better.” I lit the candles and went to get the salad. “But I want to wait until everyone is here and you’ve taken the edge off your appetites before I say. You all worked hard all day.”
“All right. Anything more I can do to help?”
I handed him the bottle of red wine I’d bought. “Open this so it can air?”
“Wine? You’re making me a little nervous.”
“It’s all good. Nothing to be scared of.”
By the time the other two came in, looking just as confused as York had, everything was ready, and they took their seats.
The roast was perfectly crisped on the outside and a perfect medium rare all the way through, the potatoes browned and yet creamy when I took a bite. The salad fresh and green. And my three bears didn’t let their curiosity stop them from doing justice to the meal or complimenting me over and over. I cooked most days, lately, not because they told me to but because they were such a pleasure to feed. But when Lyon carried the dinner platesinto the kitchen and he and I returned with dessert plates, Cash had enough.
“Omega, not that dinner wasn’t delicious. It always is, but this is so clearly a special meal. What’s going on?”
I pulled the envelope out of my pocket and held it up. “The divorce papers came. So I thought we’d celebrate.”
All three jumped up and gave me hugs and kisses and told me I’d set up the perfect celebration for such a moment. “We would have taken you out, omega,” Cash said. “You went to so much work.”
“Oh, this wasn’t the celebration.” My face flooded with heat. I’d been with all three individually, but what I had planned for tonight…for just a second, I wondered if I could go through with it. Then I looked at each of them, and love poured through me. “I thought, that is if you are all okay with it, well, I thought…”
They all still had their arms around me, but they were glancing at each other before returning their attention to me. They had guessed, but they were waiting for me to say it.
So I did. “I want to be with all three of you at the same time.” There. I’d put it out there. I was almost sure they wanted that too, but what if I was wrong? What if I’d misinterpreted the conversations we’d had?
Cash, always the outspoken leader, was struck dumb. York, who had a comment and a joke for every situation, was quiet. But Lyon spoke for them all when he said, “Thank you, omega. It’s time.”
They were so tender, waiting for me to lead the way both to the bedroom and in everything. Omegas were property, but they never made me feel like that, not ever, instead, from the moment I first saw them, treating me as something precious.
That night, they undressed me like a precious gift, bestowing kisses on my lips and cheeks and everywhere else they could reach. It felt like a ceremony, a holy sacrament almost, as theymade me the center of everything. Most of the bruises of my previous life were long gone, but some scars remained, and instead of acting like they were ugly, they kissed them as well. I didn’t even see when they undressed because there was always someone touching me and the dimness in the room helped to blend it all together. But I never doubted whose hands were doing what. Their caresses held a personality. Cash’s firm and sure, Lyon’s questing with a quiet strength. York…I ran out of words to express it even in my mind. Three males, my three bears making love to me at the same time. They moved me as if I weighed nothing, rearranging me so they had the best access to the parts of me that I had no idea were erogenous zones. Or maybe it wasn’t my body but the fact it was my mates that made it incredible.
A whisper at the back of my mind, quickly dismissed, reminded me that before these males, sex had been a pale, lifeless experience where I was expected to do as I was told and rarely reached any kind of peak. If I did, it was more incidental than anything my ex tried to accomplish.
These males, one after another, mounted me and brought me to orgasm. They used their mouths and hands as well, seeming more interested in my pleasure than their own. My mates. All together with me.
When we finally lay crushed together, sweaty and panting, I said, “We’re going to need a bigger bed.”
They didn’t ask why. We all knew, I think, that all nights would be spent together like this. But I had one more surprise for them. “We never got to dessert. I got a cake.” They knew from the plates that there was dessert, but I’d tucked it away to share at a special moment.
“I’m too tired to move, omega,” York groaned, echoed by my other two bears. “Let’s have it for breakfast.”
