I’ve read about heats, heard other Alphas talk about them in locker rooms and bars, describing them in crude terms that never felt quite right. But experiencing it firsthand with my Omega is utterly different from anything I imagined.
They’re gradual for most Omegas, from what I’ve learned from books and articles. Building slowly over hours or even a full day, giving everyone time to prepare and adjust.
But she hasn’t said anything about feeling off until now, hasn’t mentioned any symptoms or warning signs, and I realize with stunning clarity that the signs were there all along. We just didn’t recognize them for what they were.
Her addictive scent getting exponentially stronger every day. The way she melted into Slater’s arms at the spa, completely losing control. How she couldn’t stop herself with Jasper last night at the drive-in. How frantic she was with Mason and meduring training yesterday, her body responding to our every touch like she was starving.
We were seeing all the signs but were just too damn caught up in our own feelings to connect the dots.
I guess I was too captivated by how fast I’m falling for her to notice the pattern. How consumed I am by her and the need for her in my life.
But now, watching her tremble violently in the shower, seeing the desperate need written all over her beautiful face, the fear mixing with desire in her eyes, I’m sold on her. On us. On everything this means.
This is a done deal in my mind. She’s ours. We’re hers. Forever. And experiencing her first heat with us feels like a sacred ritual, a blessing, and something I never thought I’d have.
My heart is racing, my hands are shaking, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
We’re all inside her massive shower now, the one we built for an Omega, the one that can easily fit ten people comfortably. It’s all natural stone in varying shades of gray and cream, with two large showerheads mounted on opposite walls, stone benches built into either side at the ideal sitting height, and enough space that we’re not cramped even with five fully grown bodies.
She’s stunning naked. Full breasts with dusky pink nipples that are already hard from arousal and the temperature. A soft stomach that I want to kiss and worship for hours. Hips that are absolutely perfect for gripping while I drive into her. Strong thighs that I want wrapped around me as I make her scream my name.
She’s glistening everywhere with water and slick, her skin flushed that gorgeous pink color from her growing need.
She’s clinging to Slater desperately right now, her mouth on his chest, kissing and licking the water from his skin, her nails dragging down his defined abs hard enough to leave red marks.
Damn, but I love seeing her this hungry for us.
I move to stand directly behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, drawing her up and flush against my chest. She fits so sweetly against me. Then I sink slowly to my knees on the wet stone floor, bringing her with me.
Mason is immediately at her left side without needing instruction, his lips finding the curve of her neck, one large hand kneading her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Jasper mirrors him on the right side, his mouth on her other shoulder, his hand sliding confidently between her thighs, fingers teasing through her folds, and she’s absolutely gushing with slick.
She’s moaning, continuously, her hand reaching out blindly for Slater’s impressive erection as he stands in front of her.
I slide my aching hardness between her thighs, where her slick is flowing freely and abundantly. The sensation is incredible, impossibly hot and wet and slippery.
She moans louder, her whole body shuddering in my arms, and she’s grabbing back at my shaft with one hand, her fingers wrapping around me, trying to guide me where she needs me most.
“So greedy already,” I whisper against her ear, kissing the spot just below it. “I love it. Love how desperate you are for us. How hungry.”
“Need you,” she whimpers.
“Come down on your knees for me,” I say, holding her firmly as she gets onto her knees, with me still behind her. “Now lean forward just a bit, gorgeous,” I instruct gently, and when she does, bracing one hand on the wet stone floor for balance, I position myself carefully at her entrance and push just the tip inside her.
She cries out sharply, the sound echoing beautifully off the stone walls. The other three are just watching, groping theircocks, enjoying seeing her fall apart. “Please give it to me! I can’t stop thinking about you deep inside me, filling me, taking this unbearable ache away. Dylan!”
Hearing my name fall from her lips like that breaks whatever control I was trying to maintain.
I grip her hips and plunge in fully with one powerful, claiming thrust.
She screams in pure pleasure, her voice bouncing off every surface. The guys have their hands moving faster on their own erections, clearly loving the sight of her being claimed like this.
“Just stunning,” Mason murmurs.
She’s on her hands and knees now, hips raised high for me in that perfect arch, and she’s sucking me in deeper.
I give her fast, hard thrusts, exactly what she’s begging for with each cry, and she’s calling out for more with every single stroke.
