“Marcus stroked your back, seemed closer to you than her, and then you fucked her while he fucked you. I see it, over and over.” I tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. “The way your arsehole gave under his fingers, sucking him in, needing him inside you. She didn’t matter.” Those blue eyes flicking back and forth, capturing every micro expression as it all came out. A long strangled groan coming from the end of the bed. “You were so fucking beautiful together. Young savages, glistening in the sun, and then—”
“I fucking knew it!” Rhys snapped. “I told you it was her. That scent…”
He dropped down on the bed, but Orion tightened his body around mine, covering it, and I loved the heavy weight of it more than breath. My eyes closed, and I softened into the mattress, like we had become one.
“She’s ours! She’s always been ours. That’s why it never fucking worked. She—”
“Well right now, she’s mine.” Orion’s voice was hard, crisp. “I’ve listened to him eat her out and you finger fuck her, and if it’s all right with you, I want my turn. You can show her, all of it, what we do. You can make her pussy weep as you destroy one another, and then I’m going to force my knot deep inside her.”
There was something so matter-of-fact about it all, but he may as well have thrown a stick of dynamite down on the floor for all our reactions. I was a wild, thrashing thing underneath him, not sure if I wanted to get away or drag him closer, but he just rode the movements out until they stopped. Then the weight was removed, clothes were taken off in quick economical jerks, and I was scooped up, held within Orion’s arms and presented to the others.
“Why would you do that, run away? You’ve been there all along, hiding in plain sight. That omega girl slapped me and told the rest of us to fuck off because we were standing around, scenting someone else. You’re ours, you always have been, but you?
??ve been squirrelled away in some house on the edge of a forest while we’ve been searching.”
His teeth sought my neck, wanting to clamp down on my skin, but the pearl collar stopped them. So his hands moved instead, tracing every inch of me, like he’d commit me to memory. A choked out sound escaped his chest when his hand slid between my legs, feeling the slick pooling there, just coating his hand with me until that was all anyone would be able to smell.
“Show her,” he growled, a full-throated alpha command, my own body stiffening to respond to it. “Show her how it would’ve been.”
“You’re taking Rhys’ cock,” Brendan said with a smirk, softening it when he kissed Marcus, the other man’s eyes burning into us. I didn’t know how he felt about all of this, but his eyes fell closed quickly enough. They didn’t kiss like I did. It was like a war being fought, but everyone won as their fingers clawed across each other’s skin, then tore off their clothes. A low whine escaped my throat as I shifted on the bed, Orion not letting me move much. They were revealed, one by one, men where they had been boys.
“Need them,” I growled when they stood there, naked, cocks thick and proud, knots swollen. “Orion, need them!”
“I know. That’s what makes you so fucking perfect. Keep your thighs wide, omega. They need to see everything I do to you as you watch them with each other. That’s how this is going to work.”
Brendan sat down on the edge of the bed before Marcus as Orion’s fingers played lightly, idly over my clit. Just enough to make me fucking insane. But Brendan turned around, reaching out to the sound of Orion’s growls, tangling his fingers with his lover’s for a second, making me gasp, before pulling away. Fingers glistening with my slick, he anointed Marcus’ aching cock, making the crown shine before looking up into his lover’s eyes and licking it clean.
“Good boy,” Marcus purred, his voice breaking as Brendan took him deeper. “Such a good boy.”
“You better do the same. It’s been a long time since we’ve done this, Marcus,” Rhys said, moving to grab some lube from the bedside table and pouring it on his fingers.
“Because I won’t be able to sit down for a week. You’re too fucking big. I’m not an omega who can—Oh Jesus. Fuck, you smash my prostate every time. I’m leaking pre-cum like I’m in heat, Rhys.”
“Yeah, you are,” Rhys rumbled, sawing his fingers in and out of his lover, slowly and steadily opening it up for what was to come.
I saw Marcus’ complaint. Rhys was thick and long in a way that made me clench hard.
“You like his big fat cock, omega? You’re the best equipped of all of us to take him. Even his knot. We can’t, we’ve never…” I turned around when Orion’s voice faltered and saw his raw expression. “We can’t take each other’s knots. We love each other, please each other as best we can, but…”
“You need it,” I replied, knowing that if I weren’t half out of my mind, I’d question if that was all I was here for, but right now, I couldn’t. There was a primal instinctive need that had never been fulfilled in me, so I could feel an answering one in him. “I’ve never taken a knot either.”
“No… Fuck, don’t tell me that. I’m on the fucking edge already. Sweetheart, Cyn, I…”
I moved quickly, a terrible kind of certainty rising inside me as I turned around and straddled Orion’s lap, his eyes and hands upon me as he tried to control this, but at some point, it came to this. Omegas submitted to alphas all the fucking time, but when push comes to shove, in the end, they submitted to us. I rose above him, slipping through his fingers, then kissing him softly and gently as I came back down. I gripped his cock, feeling the throb of it as I brushed it against my wetness, making him writhe, but that was nothing as I settled on top of him, our mouths falling open as I took him inside me.
“Omega… Cyn…”
I nipped at his mouth, biting the full bottom lip, distracting him as I worked my way down, until finally, I was almost as far as I could go. I stared into those green eyes, feeling like I was seeing them for the first time, and for once, it didn’t hurt to meet them. Of course I stared, of course our gazes locked, because we were.
“Need to make this good for you. It’ll hurt otherwise.”
I nodded. He stroked a hand through my hair, following it down until he traced the tight bead of my nipple, pinching it, teasing it, then pinching it again. When he felt the gush of my slick, heard my breath get harsh and ragged, the hand dropped lower, teasing my clit back to life, the sensations of before exponentially multiplied by the feel of him inside me.
I’d read that beta women need a lot of clitoral stimulation to come, but omegas, we were fifty-fifty. I clenched down around him, making his breath hiss, feeling the delicious burn of him in me, and then I moved. Up and down, I slid slowly, so as to savour every thick inch of him, dropping lower with each stroke. Bodies dropped beside me, sex ignored as all attention was focussed on me.
“You were supposed to—” Orion complained through gritted teeth.
“Shut up,” Rhys said.