38. Ivy

38

IVY

Being home was already easing the shakes in my hands.

But it was also creating a new set of problems. We weren’t in the fresh air anymore with the winter breeze. There was no mistaking Sean’s scent, lying on top of my own like a stain. Rome was struggling, wanting to be there for me while his alpha rattled the cage of his control.

James had a soapy washcloth for me and I scrubbed my face hard to get the worst of it off. I caught the briefest glimpse of my reddened cheek in the bathroom mirror before Rome was on me, kissing and scent-marking me over that spot.

“Rome,” James said warningly. He tried to ease his alpha back and an animalistic snarl tore from his throat.

“It’s ok.” I wasn’t afraid. He needed this badly. I lifted my chin to expose my neck and Rome crushed me against the wall. Intoxicating me with his scent until I could barely stand up.

“Sorry.” Rome shuddered. One last little lick before he drew back.

I was woozy like I’d drunk several wines on an empty stomach. I took his hand and deliberately laid it on my breast. He growled, closing the distance between us again. There was so much desperation in his kisses. Messy and rough, alternating between my lips and my cheek. I breathed his name and he swept me up and carried me to my nest. Undressing me layer by layer and marking every inch of exposed skin.

“Where else did he touch you, baby. Here?” Rome stroked my arm.

I’d been wearing my big coat. Sean hadn’t gotten anywhere close to leaving his scent there.

Yet my preening, attention-seeking omega had me biting my lip and nodding.

Rome’s eyes flashed. “We can’t have that, can we?” The rough slide of his jaw along my arm made me whimper. Mulled wine sharpened, a red spill across starched white tablecloth. All the phantom memories replaced with my alpha’s touch.

There was the hushed sound of clothing falling and zippers being undone. I was soaked in layers upon layers of Rome’s scent, but it was only a part of what I desired.

“James.” I stared down at him. Gorgeous, dark-haired, giving me the full brunt of his beautiful brown eyes without glasses. “You too, please.”

His scent was less potent but that didn’t mean I didn’t need it too.

James gingerly cupped my jaw and scent-marked me with his cheek. They were so different. Rome’s complex scent a punch of spice and citrus but James a glowing comfort. Melting me from the inside out, taking all the edge off my lingering anxiousness.

“Keep going.”

James kissed the corner of my lips gently before giving my cheek another swipe. Unsure at first, his courage growing with every little response my body gave him. His cock was rising, pressing against me. The skin stretched over his shaft silky smooth as it rolled against my hip. A second set of lips, hungrier and pleasure-seeking, closed over the hardened bud of my nipple.

“Taking good care of you, I see, princess.”

I gasped at Logan standing at the foot of the nest. Blue eyes piercingly bright as he raked them over us. He pulled his shirt over the back of his neck and my mouth went dry at his wide chest and thick arms. He made quick work of his pants before climbing into the nest, James and Rome shifting to make room.

“What did you do to him?” I managed to ask between his kisses. I needed my brain to work for a few more seconds before I lost myself in him.

“Stuck him in Mrs. Cassini’s hedges.”

Rome snorted.

“Everyone saw him and he’ll need help getting down.”

James guffawed.

I couldn’t think of a worse humiliation for a man so rigid in his ideas of designation. His perception of himself as an apex predator thoroughly shattered in an instant.

I drank in the sight of Logan. My heart fluttered, lovestruck by this alpha who had defended me.

The strangest compulsion to bite and mark him overwhelmed me.

Logan was oblivious as he swept my hair to the side. He ran his nose along the slope of my shoulder, scenting for remnants of Sean.

“They got it all already,” I assured him.

“I hate that it even happened,” he said gruffly. He marked me as well, adding his pine scent to the blend of Rome and James. I jolted as a hint of his sharp canines scraped against me.

I carded my fingers into his dark golden curls. “You need more of your scent on me?” I asked softly.

He groaned hot into my neck. “Always, Ivy. I don’t think you understand how feral you make me feel sometimes.”

“Then come on me,” I blurted before I could lose my nerve.

I didn’t think any of our hearts beat in that singular moment.

“Are you serious?” Rome rasped.

I draped myself over him, burrowing into his chest as Logan curled up close behind me. It was easier if I didn’t look at them so I couldn’t feel self conscious about what I was saying.

“Yes. Anywhere you want,” I whispered. “I want to know I belong to all of you.”

A roughly torn fuck was the only warning I got before Logan thrust into me. My sticky panties shoved to one side, hips caught between his huge hands. Aggressive and urgent, unable to hold himself back anymore. He surged forward relentlessly, forcing my slick channel to stretch to accommodate his girth. Rome drank my whimpers and moans as Logan fucked my pussy like he owned it.

I threw my arm out to steady myself and James caught it. He pressed a kiss into my palm before moving it south. Over the ridges of Rome’s tattooed chest, the bristle of black hair leading south to his cock. James wrapped me around our alpha, guiding my movements up and down. We stroked him together, his wet head sliding against my wrist.

But it was still three against one. A set of fingers rubbed my slippery clit, kisses overlapped. Wine, chocolate, pine until I was soaring. My orgasm rolled over me in waves, the aftershocks rippling with every additional thrust of Logan’s cock. I tried to clench my thighs together but I couldn’t hold back the slick trickling out of me.

“Up you get, princess.” Logan was still rock hard as he slipped out and positioned me on top of Rome. He maneuvered me so easily, it was heady how strong he was.

Rome teased his tip against my entrance, running the ruddy head along my swollen folds. “Come sit on your alpha’s cock, baby,” he purred.

I let my hips fall, feeling him fill me and press against the spot that made bright white glaze my vision. My breasts filled his hands, squeezing and pushing them together.

“You’re so good to us, aren’t you?” Rome continued. “Look at what a mess you made of Logan.”

Logan’s stiff cock bobbed at eye level, shining wet with my release.

“Wasn’t it nice of him to put your piece of shit ex in his place? Make sure to thank him by cleaning him up like a good girl.”

I took Logan into my mouth, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from between his teeth. My tongue traced the ridge of his cock head, swiped along the underside and lapped at the precum that spilled over. His knot was half-swollen, the skin tanner than the rest of his shaft. Mesmerized, I licked him slowly there too and a deep groan burst from his chest.

Rome stroked down the curve of my back. “You love taking such good care of your alphas, don’t you?” He thrust up into me and I pitched forward, taking Logan deeper down my throat. “I can feel how wet your sweet little pussy is.” Another blunt thrust. “Do you need James and I to fuck it together?”

The idea sent blood roaring through my ears. Taking all of your pack at once. “Is that…even possible?” I rasped, voice raw from Logan’s cock. “How will you both fit?”

A strangled cry rushed out of me. James’ tongue, right where Rome and I were joined. His hands on my ass, spreading me so he could plant himself deeper. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind was a panicked voice telling me I couldn’t possibly let him put his face there, like that, from that angle but then his eager moan vibrated straight to my clit.

“Oh my god.” I collapsed against Rome’s hard chest. “ James. ”

He added a finger, then another. Plunging in and out of me alongside Rome’s cock. I felt him rise, curling over my back to kiss my shoulder. “You were made for us, gorgeous.”

He pushed his cock against my entrance. Too much. Not enough. More. Less. My desire conflicted with what I thought I was capable of. James coached me through a deep shaky breath until the head of him slipped inside. They let me settle and adjust to the stretch with a flurry of kisses. Logan guided my mouth back onto his cock as James worked himself further into me.

“Eyes on me, princess.”

I lost myself in the icy blue of Logan’s eyes.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, threading his fingers through my hair. “You look like ours.”

Imagining how I must’ve looked made my pussy gush slick. James finally stuffed me full, his hips against my ass. Two cocks, impossibly hard, hot and throbbing inside me. They began to move, both of them groaning as they slid against each other.

“Fuck, she’s gripping us so tight.” Rome set the pace, thrusting against both of us as he rocked me over both their lengths. I clenched around them, hurtling closer to the edge at an alarming speed.

“God, that’s so fucking good.” James buried his forehead into my shoulder, letting Rome take over.

I didn’t know if I would survive this. The pleasure tightened low in my belly, coiling and coiling until I was dizzy from it. I gave myself over to them, letting Logan fuck my throat and tell me how well I was doing.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna?—”

James’ words devolved into moans as he squeezed my hips, shoving his cock in as far as he could go. His cum pooled inside me in a flood of heat. It set me off too and I cried out, everything inside me unravelling and spiralling undone.

“Shit.” Rome’s neck strained, the veins stark as he reached the point of no return. He pulled me off both of them and threw me down onto my back. He looked divine, a fierce dark-haired alpha god. Sweat gleaming off the designs on his skin as he stroked his cock furiously with a mix of James’ cum and my slick. I arched my body, wanting to present and please him. He shot a hot rope of cum across my stomach. Then another. Painting lines of milky white release all over my body.

Logan kneeled down, his large hand bracing my jaw and throat. He turned my head to the side and his cum landed right over where Sean had marked me. Possessive. Hot. His fist was a blur as he squeezed every drop onto my face.

“Fuck, look at you.”

He ran his palm down my body, smearing his and Rome’s combined release into my skin. He collected what puddled in the dip of my stomach before hooking inside my sensitive pussy to collect James’ too.

“Open.”

I stuck my tongue out obediently and let him push two fingers into my mouth. Licking and swallowing everything he gave me. Logan did this several more times, until I felt his alpha’s satisfaction that I was properly marked.

I didn’t even realize James had left until he returned with warm washcloths. The three of them cleaned me tenderly, leaving so many kisses on my bare skin I felt like I was floating in their affection.

The four of us huddled close, legs over under, arms thrown about, not caring who was touching who. Rome’s purr rumbled gently against me as Logan stroked my hair with lazy fingers.

“We’re going to bond you one day,” Logan said quietly. “Start a family with you. Love you for the rest of our lives. I hope you know that.”

The feeling in my chest grew too big, too fast. I quickly swiped away the tear that spilled from my eye.

“Baby—”

“No, it’s good,” I reassured Rome quickly. “But you know me. I want to plan what our future looks like. Start hunting for a pack house. Decide when would be a good time to go off suppressants and birth control.”

Logan’s grip definitely tightened at that.

“A bond is permanent,” I said softly. “I don’t want to rush it.”

I knew they were perfect because they didn’t get upset. They didn’t even seem surprised.

“But I know this pack is my forever.” My voice shook but I kept going. “I love you. All of you.”

James beat the alphas, diving forward to kiss me first. “I love you,” he said fiercely. “I love this pack. We’re a family because of you.”

Rome was looking at me like I’d made the sun come up. “You’re my home, baby,” he said simply. “Of course I love you.”

Logan nuzzled his beard against me. “I love you, sweet girl.” He chuckled. “I’m going to spend a lot of time deciding where to bite you.” His mouth ghosted over my neck. Down the slope of my shoulder. The top of my spine. “I was waiting for you before I even knew you were meant to be mine. What’s another year or two?”

Before long the feather-like kisses turned more serious. We gave into the temptation stoked by small touches. Thighs pushed open, James between them. Logan in me, under me. Rome’s husky voice melting me with praise. Knotted and purred to sleep, licked and kissed awake. It was like that all night, and in the quiet between, we repeated all our promises and engraved them into our future.