“And we’ll make it something you can never forget.” Tray had shifted into his serious self, not even the slightest hint of humor. “Your first. Our forever.”
I managed a little nod, staring at them all trustingly. Dixon crawled onto the oversized bed, my body still carried in his arms, and he placed me at the very center.
48
TESSA, RYDER, DIXON, MAC, & TRAY
ALTERNATING, FIRST PERSON
Tessa.
The mattress dipped as my other three Alphas joined Dixon and me on the bed. They shifted, surrounded me with their gigantic bodies. There was no escape, not that I ever wanted to leave them. They weren’t intimidating, even though I felt tiny lying against the comforter at the center. Ryder and Mac were on my right. Dixon and Tray were on my left. My heart hammered so violently that I could taste my pulse, metallic and sweet on the back of my tongue. The bathrobe still covered my most intimate parts, but Dixon snagged the edge of it, drawing it off my body, its material revealing and hiding different parts as it shifted. When the last bit of its softness brushed my arm, my broody, muscled Alpha tossed it away. It fell into a pile. I heard a muffled meow, and from the sound and direction, I knew Josie was beneath the bed. She liked to hide under there lately.
I was soaking the expensive bedding beneath me, both from my still-damp hair and the arousal-called slick that wouldn't stop flowing. My Omega aroma lingered around me like I’d sprayed an entire bottle of perfume on my skin. I smelled different now, like happiness had a way of changing an Omega’s chemistry. Still notes of jasmine and cedar. Still anundercurrent of vanilla. But there was always more to it these days. My emotions expressed themselves without fear, coming alive through my scent glands.
"Look at her," Dixon whispered, his voice reverent. "Just… goddamn.” He pushed his hand against the mattress, supporting himself as he leaned over to trace two fingers up the slit of my pussy. When he rocked back, he pushed those fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he savored my drippings. I shivered as I watched, my clit was hit with fresh tingling. I felt ravenous, like the shower orgasm hadn’t happened. Like I’d had zero pleasure, yet I wanted everything the world could offer me. And I wanted it now. Once was never going to be enough. I wanted to climax, over and over, until I was too exhausted to move.
Ryder moved to the head of the bed, then inched forward until his powerful thighs flanked my face. He lifted his large, straight-as-an-arrow cock and brushed the glazed tip against my lips. I looked up and back at him, darting my tongue out to lick the precum. He pulled back, leaning down to hover his face above mine but upside-down. When he traced my lips with his thumb, I felt like I might fall apart.
"You're trembling."
"I want this so much it hurts," I admitted, my voice barely audible.
Mac rubbed his hand up my thigh. I flashed a look at him, and his hazel eyes were roving over every inch of my naked figure.
“Who’s first?” Ryder breathed out the question and I realized we’d never discussed that.How do you pick? Who decides?
“Are you asking me?” I didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t make me choose.
“Lady’s choice,” he murmured.
Ryder.
Say, me. Say, I’m first.I thought the words so fiercely that I was sure everyone could read my damn mind.
It wasn’t fair to make her choose. I knew that.
But I was fucking selfish.
“Tessa, anything you say will be okay.” This from Mac.Fucking Mac, always so reasonable. Always so goddamn honorable.
“Are you sure?” She looked so small now, so anxious. Dammit, I did that to her. I wanted her to enjoy this. I didn’t want her to be wrapped up in her head, worried about hurting one of us.
“You can’t pick wrong, Tessa,” I forced out the words, trying to mean them. “We’re yours. You’re ours. We all have a lifetime with you.”
“Okay,” she breathed out, brow scrunching, “Dixon.”
Fuck, when she said his name, my insides shattered.
“Dixon, then Mac.” She kept hitting me, one bullet at a time. “Tray after…” Her beautiful, bright fucking blue eyes darted up to me. “Ryder last. Ryder… it’s full circle, isn’t it? Mate with me last, Ryder. Bring us all together. It’s because of you I’m here.”
Just like that, she stitched me back together again. My wounds closed. My hurt faded.
Jesus fucking Christ, I loved this woman.
Dixon.
First. Fucking first.
