16. CAMILA

Chapter sixteen

CAMILA

I open my eyes to a strip of bacon waving in my face, a positively wild Omega grinning as if he's won the lottery. "Breakfast time," he purrs before pulling the bacon away and replacing it with him. He rolls us together until I'm lying on top of him, Sasha wrapping his free arm around my waist. "Goddess, finding you in my nest is going to become addicting." He leans up and presses a light kiss to my lips. I just frown.

"I haven't even brushed my teeth yet." I'm more self-conscious about the fact that Sasha is lying completely beneath me, taking the brunt of my weight.

"I don't really care. I found another mate and I'm going to smother you with attention. Get used to it. Now, there's bacon, sausage, eggs, and Kolsen makes these really mouthwatering pancakes." Sasha's arm moves down, his hand gripping my ass through the shirt I threw on last night. Unfortunately, the fabric has ridden up, revealing just how few clothes I'm wearing underneath. "Buttercup, are you naked under here?" His eyes start sparkling as he searches my expression. "Seriously? And you came to sleep in my nest? Goddess, I wish I had known. I-"

Sasha disappears from under me after I'm rolled over onto my side, Amiri standing at the edge of the nest with a finger pulling the Omega's collar. The playful moment switches into a heated one, Sasha's citrus scent thickening and filling the room. Amiri's nostrils flare at the change, my disoriented ass blinking at both of them as I settle on my knees.

Most mornings before work I'm scrambling around for clean clothes and trying to avoid another lecture from my father. This is a welcome change but there's also so much going on here that I feel a little out of place.

"Let her breathe, Sash." Amiri's attention turns to me, his gaze softening and his head tilting to the side. "Sweetheart, are you hungry?"

I nod, Sasha twisting around as he holds up the piece of bacon. "See? I was going to feed her but then-"

Amiri chuckles, tightening his hold on Sasha's collar. It's mesmerizing watching Sasha's demeanor flit between submissive and playful. He's a bit of a brat, isn't he? And I'm loving every last second of it. "Sash, I love you but your excitement is going to terrify our Beta so early in the morning."

Our Beta.

It sounds so real when he says it.

I have no idea how to respond to that though, scrambling past them and into the guest bedroom to find clothes. As much as I would love to stay in bed, the day beckons. Fifteen minutes later, I emerge in a baby blue button-down dress that hugs my curves. When packing, I stuffed as many of my mother's dresses into my bag because I love them so much and they really do accentuate my best assets. It also makes it feel like she's still here sometimes, stupid as that sounds.

My hair is pulled up into a tight bun, out of my face to show off the small hoops Zana gifted me on my birthday last year. Satisfied, I push toward the kitchen, an open layout attached to the living room. It's much larger than the one I grew up in with a U-shaped counter outfitting the entire nook. It has to be 10 or 12 feet across and the large island in the middle makes me think that they occasionally entertain a party or two here. The kitchen is doused in black and crimson as well, black marble accentuated with crimson trim. It looks out into the living room, the large TV on the opposite wall able to be seen from any angle.

These three haven't skimped on the luxurious feeling but it still feels like a home.

My attention shifts when suddenly three pairs of eyes focus on me. I freeze and stare at my clothes and then start patting my face, wondering if I've forgotten something.

Sasha rushes over to my side, shaking his head. "Nothing's wrong. You just look so… innocent. Adorable but innocent."

"She's not innocent," Kolsen rumbles as he turns back to the stove before retrieving a pan. He places it on the center island. "Not after last night." That damn list makes an appearance and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. When Violet and I had been joking about it at work, it had been just that—a joke. Even at the fair, it was still more of a joke. Staring between the three of them, I realize that it might become a competition.

A way for them to pull me out of my comfort zone.

I'm not complaining but am I ready? I've never entertained more than one man at a time and this wouldn't be entertaining anyone. They are my mates. And what if I don't like something? Or they don't like something I've done? My mind starts spiraling as I realize that the entirety of yesterday that I've known them has been focused on me and my pleasure.

I've done nothing to satiate them, to take care of them, or even show them that I would. In my limited experience, an Alpha always wants his touch reciprocated and an Omega is supposed to be the center of attention. Instinctively, I take a step back, hating how my mind makes my body react. When Sasha rushes over to my side, tears fill my eyes, all three of them instantly alert.

"Camila, what's wrong? Forget the list, okay?" He pulls me into his chest, running his nose along my cheek. It takes me a few minutes to realize he's marking me, trying to calm me with his scent. How can he though? When I haven't so much as taken an interest in his pleasure? Maybe I should have asked them to fuck me. Or I could have-

Amiri is suddenly in front of me, pinching my chin to meet his hooded stare. "Absolutely not."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking."

"I can feel it. Like Sasha did yesterday. You are not required to reciprocate our touch, sweetheart. Ever. I'm satisfied watching you fall apart. I don't need to come just because you did."

My nose scrunches up as I try to pull away from his heavy stare. "It just doesn't make any sense. How could you-"

"Because you're not here to service us," Kolsen says as he stalks over. Having all three of them in the same space during this conversation is weird. They're all so fiercely trying to help me understand what my role is when I don't even know what this thing between us is. Kolsen's brow furrows as he stares at me for several seconds until he sees something. "Camila, you do realize you're not our pack Beta and we would never ask that of you, right?"

"What? No, I know that. "

Sasha leads me over to the kitchen island and props me up on a stool. He doesn't let go, holding one of my hands against his bare chest. His lips dip to my knuckles as Kolsen drags a seat over to sit in front of me. Amiri isn't far off, hanging at Kolsen's side. I try to weather the growing panic in my chest but this looks like the start of a conversation that I'm not 100% ready for.

Kolsen reaches forward and places one of those large hands on my knee, a shudder running down my spine as I remember those fingers inside of me. "Camila, I know all of this is sudden. Finding mates always is. However, how fast or slow this goes is up to you. Know that we want whatever this is slowly becoming but I want you to feel comfortable in this space. Which leads me to this—you are not and will never be our pack Beta. Your role here is not to ensure our happiness, pleasure, or whatever other shit your father tried to force down your throat."

I'm confused. "He has some wild ideas but he's never taught me how to be a pack Beta."

"Think carefully, Camila. Why was your first thought to reciprocate?"

"Because it's not normal for men to give pleasure without wanting something in return." This conversation is awkward. I hate it. I stuff my free hand between my thighs, starting to shift uncomfortably in my seat. They all see me and it's so goddamn weird. Kolsen tilts his head, a silent ‘keep going' but I don't want to find that my father has prepared me to be the perfect pack Beta. I don't want to dig deeper and realize that that's all he wanted for my existence. With each rule my father has given me, though, I see that that's his outlook on all Betas.

He believes they are lesser, that they are the support of the pack. An Omega might enjoy cooking and cleaning as a nurturing aspect of their biology, but it is the Beta's job to ensure the Omega's comfort and happiness, to make sure the Alphas are sated.

"Fuck."

Kolsen grins, his expression heated with lust. "It might take a little bit of undoing but know that your place here doesn't come with contingencies or rules or expectations. You're ours just as much as we're yours. I can already see you fighting, trying to understand where you fit. Camila, you can stay here for as long as you need. Your car is at the shop and once they diagnose it, I'll hand you the bill."

Knowing that he isn't just going to try and pay for everything gives me some sort of peace. I'm not helpless. I just need a little help. "I can help cook and clean if-"

Sasha chuckles, tugging the hand intertwined with his. "Buttercup, we have maids for that. I don't even fucking clean. I hate that shit."

"I have to help somehow. And no, this isn't some pack Beta shit. I just don't like handouts. Let me pay rent or help out. That's my condition for staying here." I squeeze my thighs together, trying not to let my thoughts drift. Even though they don't need me to reciprocate, I'm now thinking about cocks and what Kolsen mentioned last night. Taking a knot? I've never done that but it has my entire body on fire.

The myriad of thick scents draws me out of my head and I groan. They know what I'm thinking. Even without an Alpha bite to cement the bond, these three can feel me. They can feel my worries, my confusion, my desires.

Amiri smirks and jostles Kolsen's shoulder. They share a silent conversation before bringing Sasha in.

"I dig it!" The Omega yells. "Come work with us."

"What?"

Sasha's grin spreads across his entire face. "You can help with the girls or walk around with Kolsen or something. You said you wanted to help. And besides, if you're up for it, we have an entire list we need to cross off."

My face turns crimson again. I can't help it around these three.

The Omega reaches across me and snags the list, eagerly searching for what Kolsen scratched off. His eyes drop to the bottom of the page, widening. "Dictate a sexual act in the moment. Goddess, Kolsen's words are fantastic when he fucks. Wait, what is that?" Sasha searches my face and then starts laughing. "He made you explain what he was doing to you, didn't he? Kol, why do you leave me out of these things? Shit. I call taking her to work. And no, Amiri, you can't come with us."

Amiri snorts. "Why am I on the shit list?"

"Because you dragged me away from her room last night. Goddess, I could have watched."

"I can just take an Uber," I mumble. I quickly realize that that's not an option. In any other situation, I would protest, push back, and say that I am a grown woman and can take care of myself. However, I quite like the attention. I could get used to this. "Fine, Sasha can take me."

"I'm going to fucking enjoy pulling you over to the dark side, Camila. You'll let us, right? You'll let us take you apart so many times you can't breathe? There's so many things I want to do to you." Sasha has himself pressed up against my arm, brows wiggling. Despite his playful aura, I can tell he's serious.

I can almost feel his excitement and Kolsen and Amiri's lingering hope that I want to waltz down this road. I swallow nervously, turning my attention to the two Alphas, needing their okay as well. Sasha wants this but I'm not going to wedge myself in the middle of them. My conscience won't let me. I shouldn't have worried though. All of them want this with me—they want me as their mate, as their lover, and they want to introduce me into a world I've been too ashamed to step into.

There are many things on that list that I've mentally checked off, that I've fantasized about happening to me. I also want to prove to myself that I'm as beautiful as these three say I am. The confidence that each thing I've crossed off that list has given me is more than I could imagine. The warmth, love, and compassion that this pack has showered me with is all I want.

Today.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

I just have to take it.

Sasha presses a kiss to my cheek, his hand caressing the other. "We'll go as slow as you need, buttercup."

" Corrupt me ." The words fall so effortlessly from my lips. I've made my decision. I want everything these men have to give. Their love, their hearts, their past, their feelings… everything.

Sasha stills, his Alphas' purrs heightening to an almost deafening sound. Amiri steps up beside Sasha, searching my expression. "Do you have any idea what you are proposing, sweetheart? We own a sex club, Camila. I've been dreaming of ways to ruin you since I first saw you in that coffee shop but are you ready for something like that? I want to try everything with you, find your limits and your desires. Your cravings. Your needs. Are you ready to give us that?"

"I think so. I want to explore and who better with than my mates?"

Amiri's nostrils flare, a devilish grin spreading across his lips. "Is that a step we're taking, sweetheart? Are we moving in that direction?"

I realize that I haven't said anything about knowing that we're scent matches and mates. It isn't rare for a Beta to find a scent match but it's not all that common either. When my lips curve up in a smile of their own, it seems to relieve the slight tension lingering in the room. "Yes, I want this."

"Goddess, I've been waiting for that." Then Amiri smashes his lips to mine, Sasha muttering about how he still gets to take me to work.