I duck my head to hide the frustrated tears.
Cato runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, while the others stroke my sides.
“Do you want us to stop? Pull out?” Charm says, and I whine reflexively.
I don’t want them to leave me.
Iwantto do this, I just don’t know if I can.
I shake my head.
“It’s okay, we’ll slow down,” Charmsays.
Cato crouches and presses his face against mine, the smooth leather rubbing my cheek as he nuzzles me.
“We want you to feel good. We should have discussed what you’re comfortable with first,” Orion says, half to himself. “Is there anything specific you don’t want? We’ll just stick to the basics, one at a time, so it’s not overwhelming.”
“No, I want all of you, together,” I say. “I just…”
Charm and Henri purr, comforting me from the inside out, as they wait patiently for me to continue.
I take a deep breath, and their scents fill my lungs. Just like the alphas themselves, their scents make me feel safe, that feeling of nostalgia like—well, like you’re cozy in front of the fireplace while snow falls outside.
“I’d like for you to talkmethroughitandpraisemefordoingagoodjob,” I say, letting it all out in a rush.
No one says anything for an interminable amount of time, so obviously they’re not into that and now they’re annoyed they have to tell an omega what to do during her own heat.
“Never mind,” I mumble quickly.
“No, not never mind. We’re happy to do that. We’ll do whatever you want,” Orion says. “Thank you for telling us, you did a great job explaining it. Is there anything else you need?”
“That’s it,” I say, still ducking my head to hide my face.
Charm strokes my hair and says, “You’re taking us so well, omega.”
My nervous thoughts fizzle out.
“You’re the perfect omega, made to take our knots,” Henri whispers in my ear.
I whine and clench around them.
Cato rubs his jaw against my hair, scent marking me, non-verbal approval from his alpha.
“We’ll talk you through everything,” Orion says, sounding like he does when we’re on the clock and he’s leading our team.
I frown. That’s not what I need fromhim. He’s always looking after everyone else. It doesn’t need to be like that between us. The others can talk me through it, but with Orion, I want to be the one in charge.
“I liked what we did before, when you let me direct you while you ate my pussy,” I whine.
He hesitates, reluctant to let go.
I have an idea about how to prove this dynamic will work for us.
I put my hand around Orion’s throat and pull his head down so our faces are level. His pupils dilate and he’s breathing hard.
“You’ll serve me, won’t you, alpha?” I say sweetly, but I tighten my grip.
His mouth drops open, and he nods.
