“You with me, Za-Za?” he mumbled sleepily, his hand stroking over my hip. “The heat is waning; I can feel it.”
I didn’t care. It was still there, a constant buzz in the background, an ache in my lower abdomen. “Just one more, Will. I just need you one more time.”
It was a lie. I was going to need them over and over again, because now that I’d had them, I had no intention of letting them go again. I didn’t care what anyone in town would think, whether they called me a whore for dating all three triplets. They were mine.
Will slid his hand down my side, tracing the crease of my hip until he could wrap his hand around my thigh and hook it over his own. Letting his fingers meander back toward my center, he lazily ran his fingers through my folds, brushing over my clit before dipping back down inside me, and repeating the process until I was grinding back against him. My poor clit was like that last bruised grape at the bottom of the bag, but still, it rocketed pleasure through me at Will’s command. I briefly wondered if you needed to ice your clit, like a pulled muscle.
Finally, he grabbed his cock and placed it against my core. “You know I’ve always loved you, right?” he whispered as he pushed into me. I closed my eyes against the bliss. I was definitely addicted. I couldn’t answer him as he continued his slow, shallow thrusts. “Loved you from the moment I saw you. You were the first girl I ever dreamed about kissing. The first woman I ever jacked off to.”
Someone laughed from the other side of the bed. Opening a single eye, I smiled at Xander. “Romantic, asshole,” he teased his brother, but there was something in his eyes that told me Will was speaking for the both of them. It was love. That was what the weighted expression on his beautiful face meant.
So many times throughout the week, they’d scraped their teeth over my skin, and I’d thought they were about to mark me, bond with me, but they always held themselves back. That said that they should be mine more than anything.
Will kissed down my neck, and I dreaded to think what my hair looked like right now, currently piled on top of my head. He pulled my leg higher, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to feel you come around me.” His breath cooled the sweat on my neck. “I’m consumed by you. I see your face when you come every time I close my eyes at night. Dream about the way your body clenches around me.”
Flicking my own clit, I felt his words push me over into a long, blissful orgasm that was like wading through warm honey. God, this man and his dirty mouth. His knot swelled, and he pushed it inside me, my body taking it greedily now, like they’d trained me to their knots.
Xander leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to draw out my orgasm until it was a full-body experience. Will came in hot pulses, and it hit me how lucky I was that they’d kept up with my contraceptive pill, which they’d found in my purse. I’d had so much of them inside me this last week. I’d been wild with need, not thinking about anything but the right now. Hell, my Omega would have probably relished the idea of being pregnant with their kid. But non-heat-affected Zaley owed them all so much.
Will and Xander worked together as they stroked and tasted my body, chasing away the last of my heat until it was just me and them, Zaley and her guys, no longer Alphas and their Omega.
Xander kissed his way up my throat until he could take my lips. He kissed me tentatively, every touch an exploration, mapping it like a cartographer. They both stroked and petted me, until Will’s knot deflated and he pulled out.
“We’re going to have to burn these sheets. I don’t think we’re getting our deposit back,” he chuckled softly against my back. My Omega wanted to keep them, the combination of our scents and sex like the most perfect perfume. The human knew that was gross as fuck and that no one liked the scent of week-old semen.
“I need a shower. And a hamburger,” I mumbled, stretching out muscles that were somehow both languid and aching. Sex legs. It was its own phenomenon.
Xander laughed, pecking me once more on the lips. “Go join Victor in the shower. It’s probably time to head home before people think we’re dead and end up calling our dad.”
I grimaced. That would be awkward. Still, it didn’t stop me from wishing we could stay here in our own secluded paradise forever.
I drove into Last Chance snuggled against Xander’s side. His truck still smelled like sex and our combined pheromones, and I’d almost told him to pull over at least six times so we could do it on the hood of his car. But my vagina was feeling like a UFC fighter after going ten rounds, so I resisted.
Everything seemed surprisingly normal in town, considering my whole world had just tipped on its head, yet again. I was trying not to think about the spectacle of the exam, or about the fact that I’d definitely failed now, because what could I say? Sorry I couldn’t sit my law exams because I went into heat, even though Omegas can’t be lawyers?
My whole dream was now flushed, and it was time to find a new one. I just didn’t know what it was yet. But I’d find out one day, and that’s how I was taking it—one day at a time.
We pulled into our street, and I frowned. “Is that Miss Penny? What the hell is she doing?”
Miss Penny lived right at the very corner of the street, and she was standing in her pink polka-dotted muu-muu, waving her hands like she was an inflatable tube man at a car sale. Xander turned down the radio and pulled over as Miss Penny raced toward the car from her porch. I rolled down my window, and she clung to it.
“Xander, Zaley, thank goodness I caught you. Elizabeth said that she’d been trying to get you for days on the phone, after Sheila Lupeski said you weren’t home, so I’ve been sitting on my porch all day for the last three days, ever since they showed up. I was so worried I’d miss you when I got up to do my business or get a drink or something.”
I blinked at the woman, who was sixty-five and looked it. I knew she was speaking English, but I had no idea what she was trying to say.
“Since who showed up, Miss Penny?” Thank god Xander was following along.
Will and Victor pulled in behind us, climbing out of the car with frowns on their faces. “Is everything okay? Are you okay, Miss Penny? You need us to call someone?” Victor asked politely.
Miss Penny waved them away. “I’m fine, but some Americans turned up on Sheila Lupeski’s doorstep three days ago, looking for Zaley. You know what Sheila is like, always convinced the government is watchin’ her, so she said she didn’t even know you and sent them on their way. Anyway, someone in town must have talked, because she said they knocked on your door the next day,” she told Victor. “Jeanie said they’ve been knocking on the door every day since, and they’ve been parked up the street. Taylor-Anne Lupeski did that thing on her phone thingy with the internet and looked up their badge logo, and she says they’re from the United States Department of Designation Associations. What would they want in Last Chance?”
Cold fear washed over me. I didn’t know, but it wasn’t good.
“We’ll explain later, Miss Penny. Thank you so much for telling us,” Victor said calmly, walking Miss Penny back to her porch.
Xander took his keys from the ignition. “Get in Victor’s car. We need to get out of here, before they scent us.”