51. Aria

51

ARIA

Even though I’m home, I still feel raw, like a wound that hasn’t fully closed. The silence of the room presses on my chest, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock and my unsteady breathing.

Cool night air drifts through the cracked window, raising goosebumps on my arms and carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting ethereal patterns on the hardwood floor.

“Guys?” I call, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. “I need you in here. All of you.”

As they enter, relief and anxiety war within me. Part of me wants to push them away to prove I’m strong enough to handle this on my own, but a larger part, the part that’s been aching for their presence, wins. I need them, and for once, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

The door opens with a soft creak, and my alphas enter. Their concern is evident in every line of their bodies as they move toward me. Their scents intensify, and the air thickens with their presence, making my head spin.

Malachi approaches first. The soft rustle of his clothes as he moves is oddly comforting.

“What do you need, love?” he asks gently, his eyes searching mine. The deep timbre of his voice sends a comforting vibration through my chest, and I can smell the faint trace of his favorite coffee on his breath.

I bite my lip, tasting the lingering mint of my toothpaste, feeling vulnerable but determined. “I don’t want to be alone. Stay with me. Please.”

There’s no hesitation. Zane starts arranging pillows and blankets into a cozy nest on the floor, the soft rustle of fabric filling the air. The scent of fresh laundry wafts up as he fluffs the pillows. Quinn dims the lights to a soft, warm glow that bathes the room in a comforting amber hue, the shadows softening and blurring the edges of everything. Dash grabs extra blankets, his usual playful energy muted by gentle tenderness.

As they move around, setting up the nest, I watch them with a mix of love and gratitude. These men have been my rock through every storm, and now they are here, ready to help me piece myself back together.

“Come on, sparkles,” Dash says, his eyes twinkling with a hint of his usual mischief. “Your throne awaits, and may I say, it’s a masterpiece of comfort engineering.”

I manage a small smile at his attempt at humor and slide down into the soft blankets. The plush fabric envelops me, cool at first but quickly warming from my body heat. Their scents wrap around me like a shield against the lingering darkness, each breath filling my lungs with the comforting aroma of home and safety.

“You know,” Quinn muses as he settles beside me, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against my side, “studies show that physical proximity increases oxytocin levels, which promotes bonding. So this nest? It isn’t just cozy, it’s scientifically proven therapy.”

I can’t help but let out a small chuckle, the sound surprising me with its lightness. “Leave it to you to turn cuddling into a science experiment, Quinn.”

Malachi settles behind me, his strong arms encircling my waist in a gentle but protective hold. The heat of his body seeps into my back, chasing away the chill that’s seemed to linger in my bones since my rescue. I feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against my back, his heartbeat a steady, reassuring rhythm. Zane flanks my other side, his presence intense and grounding. The calluses on his hands catch slightly on the soft fabric of my pajamas as he pulls me close. Dash stretches out at my feet, his hand resting lightly on my ankle—a steady, grounding presence.

For a moment, panic flares in my chest, memories of my captivity clawing at my mind. The dark, damp smell of the warehouse threatens to overwhelm me, my heart racing as if I’m back there, but then Zane’s fingers gently intertwine with mine, the calluses on his palm a familiar texture against my skin. Quinn’s thumb traces calming circles on my shoulder, the repetitive motion soothing my frayed nerves. I focus on their touches, their unwavering support, and slowly, the fear begins to ebb.

“We’ve got you,” Malachi murmurs into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. His voice is a soothing balm, deep and steady. “You’re safe now. Nothing can harm you here.”

I lean back into his chest, exhaling a shaky breath. The tension in my muscles begins to unwind, replaced by a bone-deep weariness. “I was so scared,” I whisper, finally letting the words spill out. They taste bitter on my tongue, but it’s a relief to voice them. “I thought… I thought I’d never see you again.”

“We were terrified too,” Quinn admits, his voice catching with the weight of his own fear. His fingers tighten on my shoulder, as if he’s reassuring himself that I’m really here. “The thought of losing you… It was unbearable.”

Dash’s expression softens, his usual lightheartedness replaced by something more solemn. “But you’re here now, sparkles. You’re home, and we’re never letting you go again.” His thumb rubs soothing circles on my ankle.

Their words, touch, and unwavering presence all start to chip away at the walls I’ve built around myself since my rescue. Tears spill down my cheeks, hot and salty, but they are tears of release, of relief. The knot in my chest loosens, allowing me to take a deep, shuddering breath.

Surrounded by their warmth, their scents, and their unwavering support, I feel something inside me start to heal. The broken pieces of myself that I’ve been desperately trying to hold together begin to mend. I’m not fixed, but for the first time since my rescue, I feel like I might be okay someday.

“I love you,” I say through the sobs, looking at each of them in turn. My voice cracks with emotion, but the words ring true. “All of you. So much.”

They respond with gentle touches, pressing soft kisses to my hair, my cheeks, and my hands. Their love flows through the bond we share, warm and unbreakable, and I feel it deep in my bones. It’s like a physical sensation, a warmth that spreads from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes.

As the night progresses, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The air grows thick with tension, not just from our combined scents, but from the unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface. The soft rustle of fabric becomes more pronounced as hands begin to wander. Gentle kisses turn more passionate, our breaths becoming heavier and more ragged.

Malachi’s lips find mine, his kiss urgent and deep, as if he’s been craving this moment for an eternity. His hands roam over my body, setting every nerve ending ablaze with a desire that seems to consume us both. Zane’s mouth trails down my neck, nipping the sensitive skin, drawing out a soft gasp from deep within me. His fingers trace the curve of my hips, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through my veins.

Almost simultaneously, Quinn’s warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” His voice is a low, sultry murmur that makes my heart race. His hands cup my breasts gently, his thumbs circling the hard peaks with a delicate precision that leaves me yearning for more. “I could spend forever just like this with you,” he continues. The combination of their touches and caresses ignites a fire within me, a hunger that I never knew existed until now. Every touch, every whisper, and every kiss are promises of something more intense, more electrifying, and more overwhelmingly beautiful.

I gasp as I feel another pair of hands, those belonging to Dash, slide up my inner thighs. His touch is gentle yet assertive, sending shivers of anticipation through me. He teases me, his fingers tracing intricate patterns that ignite a fire within, making my body ache for more with each delicate stroke. His touch is both a comfort and a torment, awakening desires I’ve long kept hidden.

“Are you sure?” Malachi whispers, his voice husky with desire but tinged with concern. His hands pause at the hem of my shirt, the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin fabric. I can feel the tension in his body, a mix of restrained passion and genuine care. His gaze meets mine, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, ready to pull back if I signal even the slightest uncertainty. The air between us is charged with anticipation, the moment stretching as if time itself is holding its breath, awaiting my response.

I nod, my own desire building, chasing away the last vestiges of fear and doubt. “I’m sure,” I whisper. “I need this. I need you. All of you.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The air becomes thick with desire, our combined scents mingling into an intoxicating aroma. Malachi’s eyes darken with passion as he slowly lifts my shirt, trailing his fingers across my skin. The cool air hits my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt.

Zane’s mouth finds mine, his kiss deep and demanding. His tongue explores every crevice, tasting and teasing. I moan into the kiss, my body arching toward him instinctively. Quinn’s hands replace Malachi’s on my breasts, kneading and caressing with expert precision. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

Dash’s fingers continue their teasing journey up my thighs, inching closer to where I need them most. The anticipation is almost unbearable. I whimper and buck my hips, silently begging for more.

“Patience, sparkles,” Dash murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “We’re going to take our time with you and worship every inch of this beautiful body.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, desire pooling low in my belly. I feel cherished, desired, and loved beyond measure. The fear and pain of the past few weeks begin to melt away, replaced by an all-consuming passion.

As if on cue, they all move in perfect synchronization, their touches becoming more purposeful, more intense. Malachi’s hands slide down my sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pajama bottoms. With agonizing slowness, he pulls them down, his knuckles grazing my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Quinn’s mouth replaces his hands on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks gently, drawing a low moan from my throat. The contrast between the cool air and his warm mouth sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

Zane kisses a trail down my neck, nipping my collarbone before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hand cups my face, tilting it toward him so he can capture my lips once more in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

Dash’s fingers finally, finally reach their destination, ghosting over my most sensitive areas with featherlight touches. I gasp into Zane’s mouth, my hips jerking involuntarily, seeking more friction.

“So wet for us already,” Dash murmurs appreciatively, his finger circling my entrance. “You’re perfect, sparkles. Absolutely perfect.”

I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting me from all sides. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Malachi’s voice cuts through the haze of desire. “Tell us what you need, love,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “We want to make you feel good… make you forget everything but this moment.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind clouded with lust. “I… I need…” I gasp as Dash’s fingers finally slip inside me, curling in a way that makes me see stars. “Oh God, yes, that. More of that.”

They chuckle softly, the sounds sending shivers down my spine. “Your wish is our command,” Quinn says, his voice husky with desire.

What follows is a symphony of sensation. Hands caress every inch of my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Mouths explore, tasting, teasing, and driving me to the brink of madness. I lose track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is doing what, and it all blends into a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

Dash’s fingers work magic between my thighs, building a pressure that threatens to consume me. Zane’s mouth on my breast sends jolts of electricity straight to my core. Quinn swallows my moans, while Malachi whispers words of love and encouragement.

The intensity builds into a crescendo of passion and desire. My body trembles, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I’m vaguely aware of my own voice, a litany of pleas and moans that echo in the room.

“Let go, love,” Malachi murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “We’ve got you. Let yourself fall.”

His words are the final push I need. The tension that’s been building snaps, and I fall, shattering into a million pieces. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each one more intense than the last. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as my fingers claw at the sheets.

They hold me through it all, grounding me. Their touches are gentle now, soothing, bringing me back down from the heights of pleasure. Soft kisses pepper my face, neck, and shoulders, and whispered words of love and adoration fill my ears.

As the aftershocks subside, I become aware of their own need, hard and insistent against me, but there’s no rush. They seem content to bask in the afterglow of my pleasure, their hands still roaming my body with reverent touches.

“You’re beautiful,” Quinn murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

I manage a weak smile, still catching my breath. “That was… intense,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from my cries of pleasure.

Malachi chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest where I’m nestled against him. “That was just the beginning, love,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I feel a thrill of anticipation mixed with a twinge of nervousness. “The beginning?” I murmur, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Zane’s hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s tenderness there too. “Only if you want more,” he says softly. “We can stop anytime you need to.”

I consider for a moment, taking stock of my body and emotions. Despite the intensity of what we just shared, I find myself craving more. The fear and anxiety that have plagued me since my rescue seem distant now, overshadowed by the love and desire radiating from my alphas.

“I want more,” I whisper, my voice gaining strength. “I want all of you.”

A collective groan rises from the men surrounding me, their scents spiking with renewed arousal.

“Are you sure, sparkles?” Dash asks, his usual playful tone tinged with seriousness. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

I nod, meeting each of their gazes in turn. “I’m sure,” I answer firmly. “I need this. I need you.”

The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with electric anticipation. My alphas exchange heated glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, as if on some unspoken signal, they move.

Malachi gently lifts me, repositioning me so I straddle his lap. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks tenderly. “We’ll take this slowly,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “If at any point you want to stop, just say the word.”

I nod, my heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Malachi’s lips meet mine in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, igniting a fire in my veins. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Zane presses against my back, his chest solid and warm. His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing nips. I gasp into Malachi’s mouth, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

Quinn and Dash position themselves on either side of us, their hands joining the exploration of my body. Quinn’s fingers trace delicate patterns along my sides, while Dash’s hands knead my thighs, inching closer to where I ache.

“You’re so beautiful,” Quinn murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So perfect for us.”

I whimper, my body trembling with need. Malachi breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath. His eyes, dark with desire, search mine. “Are you ready, love?” he asks softly.

I nod, unable to form words. Malachi lifts me, positioning himself at my entrance. With agonizing slowness, he lowers me onto him, stretching and filling me in the most delicious way. I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I adjust to the sensation.

“That’s it,” Zane murmurs encouragingly, his hands steadying my hips. “Take your time.”

Once I’m fully seated, Malachi stills, giving me time to adjust. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of our combined arousal.

Gradually, I begin to move, rolling my hips. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through my body, drawing a low moan from my throat. Malachi’s hands guide my movements, setting a slow, sensual rhythm.

As our pace increases, I feel Zane shift behind me. His fingers, slick with lube, circle my other entrance, gently probing and stretching. The dual sensations of Malachi inside me and Zane’s careful preparation send waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Is this okay?” Zane asks, his voice strained with restraint. I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds. Slowly, carefully, Zane begins to enter me, the stretch and burn mingling with the ecstasy Malachi is already providing.

“Oh God,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of having both of them inside me. They pause, letting me adjust, and pepper my skin with soothing kisses and whispered words of encouragement.

Malachi and Zane move in perfect synchronization, one thrusting in as the other pulls back. The pleasure builds rapidly, threatening to consume me entirely.

Quinn and Dash continue their ministrations, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of exposed skin. Quinn captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans of pleasure. Dash’s fingers find my most sensitive spot, circling and teasing in time with Malachi’s and Zane’s thrusts.

The room fills with the sounds of our passion—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered words of love and desire. Our scents mingle in the air, creating an intoxicating aroma that only heightens our arousal.

“You’re doing so well,” Malachi murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You feel amazing, love.”

Zane nips my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “So tight, so perfect for us,” he growls.

Their words, combined with the overwhelming physical sensations, push me closer to the edge. I feel my release building, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over me.

“I’m close,” I murmur, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Knot,” Zane grinds out, and both of them pause.

I’m almost delirious with pleasure.

“Now,” Malachi growls.

With a pop, they both knot me at the same time.

With a cry that’s part sob, part scream, I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, my vision whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I’m vaguely aware of Malachi and Zane finding their own releases, their bodies tensing against me as they cry out in ecstasy and rut me with slow, methodical thrusts.

As I come down from the high, I collapse against Malachi’s chest, utterly spent. Gentle hands caress me, soothing my trembling muscles. Soft kisses are pressed against my heated skin, and words of love and adoration are whispered in my ears.

We disentangle ourselves as their knots release, and I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty and bereft, but my alphas are quick to surround me again, cradling me in a cocoon of warmth and love.

Dash produces a warm, damp cloth and gently cleans me with reverent touches. Quinn pulls a soft blanket over us, cocooning us in its warmth.

Each touch only heightens my arousal. The fabric of the blanket teases my nipples, and Dash’s gentle touch at my side sends me into a spiral all over again.

A whimper leaves my lips.

“I don’t think our omega is done with us yet,” Zane teases. “Quinn? Dash?”

“With pleasure.” Dash rips the blanket off, and his lips are on mine again.

Dash’s kiss is hungry, demanding, as his tongue explores every crevice of my mouth. His hands roam my body with a newfound urgency, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. I moan into the kiss, my body instinctively arching toward him.

Quinn’s mouth latches onto my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple before sucking hard. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to my core, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to cool. His hand slides down my stomach, his fingers dipping between my thighs to find me still slick and sensitive.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin, circling my clit with expert precision. “Always so eager for us.”

I whimper and buck my hips against his hand, seeking more friction. Dash breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin. I know I’ll be marked come morning, but I don’t care.

“Please,” I implore, not even sure what I’m begging for—more touches, more kisses, more of everything they are willing to give me.

“What do you need, sparkles?” Dash asks, his voice rough with desire. “Tell us.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind clouded with lust. “I… I need…”

“She needs to be filled again,” Zane growls, his eyes dark with renewed arousal. “Don’t you, little one?”

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Quinn’s fingers still work their magic between my thighs, building a pressure that threatens to consume me. Dash’s mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans of pleasure.

With a swift movement, Quinn replaces his fingers with something much larger, sliding into me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He sets a punishing pace, each thrust hitting spots deep inside me that send sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Dash moves to straddle my chest, his arousal evident. “Open up, sparkles,” he murmurs, tracing his thumb over my lower lip. I obey without hesitation, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him, musky and masculine, floods my senses.

As Quinn continues to thrust into me, setting a relentless pace, Dash begins to move in my mouth. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and pleasure assaults me from all sides. Malachi and Zane, who are still recovering, content themselves with touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach, adding to the sensory overload.

The room fills with the sounds and scents of our passion. My muffled moans mix with their grunts and groans of pleasure, and the air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, an intoxicating aroma that only fuels our desire.

Quinn’s thrusts become more erratic, his pace faltering as he nears his peak. His fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave bruises, but the slight pain only heightens my pleasure. Dash’s movements in my mouth grow more urgent, his breathing ragged.

“That’s it, love,” Malachi murmurs, his voice husky with renewed arousal. “Take them both. You’re doing so well.”

Zane’s hand snakes between my legs, his fingers finding my sensitive bud. He circles it with expert precision, adding to the building pressure inside me. The combination of sensations—Quinn filling me, Dash in my mouth, Zane’s fingers on my most sensitive spot—is overwhelming.

I teeter on the edge of another orgasm, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. Quinn senses my impending release, his thrusts becoming deeper until his knot locks inside me.

“Come for us,” he growls, his voice strained. “Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

His words are the final push I need. The tension snaps, and I soar. Waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last. I cry out around Dash, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

My release triggers theirs. Quinn buries himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he finds his own climax. Dash follows suit, spilling down my throat with a guttural groan. I swallow reflexively, his taste filling my mouth.

As the aftershocks subside, they gently disentangle themselves from me. Gentle hands caress me, soothing my trembling muscles, and soft kisses are pressed against my heated skin.

“You were amazing,” Malachi murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Absolutely perfect,” Quinn agrees, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

“Our beautiful, strong omega,” Zane adds, his voice filled with pride and love.

Dash, always the playful one, grins wickedly. “I think we wore our little sparkle out,” he teases gently.

I manage a weak smile, utterly spent but feeling more content and loved than I have in weeks.

As sleep begins to pull at me, I snuggle deeper into their embrace. Their scents surround me, a comforting blend of musk and male and home. I feel truly safe and loved.