“She needs somewhere smaller, more secure. If she starts nesting—” Rhys said.
“Save the omega 101,” Marcus said. “This room will seem a whole lot smaller when the five of us are in it, and we’re gonna need room to do what we need to. We won’t go soft for some time.”
“No, not until she needs a rest,” Rhys replied.
“Better get some slabs of water bottles sent up, and some Berocca,” Marcus said.
But that wasn’t what got my attention. The door swung open, Orion and Brendan herding me inside. I walked backwards, unable to stop looking at them, and then paused. Their scents were concentrated and distilled from long occupation here, still fresh. I could smell the hot scent of their cum, their desire.
“You fuck in here…” I said, then looked up, seeing the cameras in the corners of the room.
“Often,” Orion said, pulling his tie off, then unbuttoning his shirt. “Hard. You like that, don’t you, omega? You like the thought of us driving our cocks into each other.”
When he tugged the shirt free, I saw it—golden skin, tattoos up the forearms, along with long ropey veins, and a tightly muscled chest.
“Did you think about it? Dream about it? Tell me the truth. I’ll know a lie when I hear one.”
His breath was on my skin now, his mouth on my ear as he undid the zipper of my dress.
This would be the moment I held it to my chest, quivered with shame, caught between desire and a knowledge that what we were about to do was not sanctioned by our world. No matter what Orion’s dad had in mind for me, he would fucking shit if he knew this was going down. Orgies were kinky among betas, but with omegas? We were strictly one on one and cherished, otherwise… To create a pack, to tackle one of us as a group? That was too much like the bad old days. So perhaps that was why I let the dress fall, meeting his eyes, seeing the way they studied every inch of me, always looking but not touching. Well, I wasn’t having that. I grabbed his hand, placing it on the smooth curve of my hip.
Orion answered that by sweeping me up into his arms and then carrying me over to the bed to drop me down on it, my body resting against his. We looked up at the three of them, standing there, shifting restively, shirts unbuttoned or untucked, looking like statues of gods carved from granite.
“What naughty little thoughts have you had about my mates?”
The last bit made me jerk, Orion’s arms tightening around me, not letting me escape. He murmured some nonsense words into my hair as he stroked his hand up and down my torso, avoiding all the places that I wanted touched.
“It’s OK. You can tell me. Did you imagine them touching?” I shifted on the bed. “Did you see them kissing hard enough to bruise?” Twitch, muscles jumping. “Did you see them palming their fucking hard cocks, pushing those thick fingers inside the other, opening them up, ready to take them?”
And suddenly, I was back there, watching a much younger Orion and Marcus, close enough to kiss as Marcus finger fucked Orion, while he drove his dick into the omega girl. My cunt was throbbing, my thighs slick, and I felt like I was intruding on something I shouldn’t.
“I…I don’t know.”
I had to answer him, the need to please pulsing too damn hard, so the placeholder words filled that gap. My breath was coming too fast, knowing I was lying and scared I’d get caught.
His laugh was low and dirty and right in my ear. The retaliation was swift, my thighs pulled open to the sound of the other men’s groans, his hand sliding up, up, but not where I needed it. He just traced small circles on my skin, making me whine for more.
“I’ll give you more.” Orion’s voice sounded sharp and cruel now, and I wanted that so much, lashing me with his will, forcing me to— “I promise I will plunder this little pussy, give you every fucking thing you want if you just answer me honestly.” He tipped my head so my gaze followed his. “What did you think about when you dreamed about my mates?”
“Orion, she’s in a daze. Pushing her doesn’t help. Wait until she’s settled and—” Rhys said.
“If we’re going to do this” —Orion curled me in close to his chest, drowning me in his scent, every breath taking more of him into me— “we each need to do things in our own way. I’m glad she has you, a big burly protector who understands her, but this moment is mine.”
He tipped my chin up, kissed me slowly, deeply, hungrily, but he pulled away too soon.
“I know you want them. I know you want to see them together, that it’ll make your pussy gush when you do. I know what you want, omega. I just need to hear you say it.”
What he wanted and what he got were two different things. Every damn defence of mine was down, so I couldn’t keep it back, any of it.
“You feel like they were imprinted on you?” my therapist asked, frowning in the late afternoon light pouring through the window.
“Well, how else can you explain it? Why do I remember that day clearer than anything else? Why do I wake up crying, my thighs sticky?”
“You had a traumatic orientation in being an omega. Your mother’s initial reaction. The attempted assault—”
“I saw you,” I said in halting words up against Orion’s chest, unable to see them, but they were so vivid in my mind. “I hadn’t revealed yet, was walking around in the forest, even though I wasn’t supposed to, when I heard a noise. You guys were there, drinking beer on top of this old car wreck.” The faded blue paint, the rust blooming across its surface. “Bottles were tossed aside, smashing on the rocks. Then Orion came, with an omega girl in tow. She wanted Marcus.” A sharp hiss of breath. “But Brendan wanted to taste her and you did.”
I looked up slowly, saw that Orion was completely transfixed by my halting story, his expression unreadable.