36. Meggie

36

Meggie

A s soon as we're in the nest, Dante pulls me into his arms. Behind him, Ellis closes the door with a click that feels final, decisive. Right . He's wearing a smile that makes dimples appear in his cheeks, and when he drops his hand onto Dante's shoulder from behind, I notice his nails are fuchsia again.

I smile, feeling a little nervous under their rapt attention, uncertain where this is going, but with a good guess. The scent in the room is intoxicating, my perfume light, since there are still blockers in my system, but their alpha pheromones are heavy and electrifying.

"Fuck, Meggie, I've been holding myself back for weeks. All because I thought you were a beta and didn't know if this would last." Dante drags his nose down the right side of my neck, scenting me with a groan. "You smell so good, omega. Like… mine ."

Ellis snuggles closer behind Dante and brushes his fingers down the side of my face before grabbing the nape of my neck, holding me still as his bonded kisses the path his nose just made and nuzzles his cheek against mine, scent marking me.

"Tell me now if you don't want this, Meggie." Dante kisses the corner of my lips. "Because I'm done holding back. Unless you tell me to leave right now, I'm going to do everything I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I saw you. No, since the first time I felt Ellis's attraction for you through the bond." The gravelly tone of his voice makes my clit pulse. "He's never felt anything close to that for someone else before."

"And now we know why." Ellis's dimples pop, eyes shining.

"Say you want this, Meggie," Dante begs, dropping his forehead to mine. "Please, say you want this."

A quiver in my belly has my knees weak. This strong alpha man begging for me. I swallow, leaning into him. Dante isn't the only one tired of holding back. I've always had to fight my desires, push down my attractions, and avoid anything that might give me away. But I don't have to worry about any of that now. And despite the uncertainty about our future, I trust them.

"I want you." I look from Dante to Ellis. "Both of you."

They groan in tandem, a perfect harmony. Ellis's hand on the back of my neck pulls me right into Dante's lips.

Our kiss yesterday morning was accidental, a momentary lapse we both knew was a mistake. This one is nothing like that. We all know exactly what we're doing. There are no more secrets. Just the truth of how we feel about each other.

Dante kisses me like he has all the time in the world. Like he's trying to excavate the deepest parts of me and bring them to the surface. When he breaks away, Ellis steps to the side and takes his place. Where Dante's kiss was tender and reverent, Ellis's is playful. He nips at my lips with a smile before teasing my mouth with his tongue.

Dante moves to stand behind me, sandwiching me between their bodies. He kisses along my neck while Ellis sucks my lower lip, turning me to goo. Head lolling back on to his shoulder, I surrender to years of sexual frustration and weeks of lusting over these men.

Dante's hand skims under the hem of my shirt and the sensation sends butterflies fluttering across my stomach. "I think our girl is wearing too many clothes."

I'm whimpering already, the omega in me begging for the attention I've never let myself have.

Ellis surrenders my lips and pulls back enough to find the button on my jean shorts, while Dante tugs my shirt over my head. Their hands are everywhere. I can't distinguish between their deep growls as my bra and panties follow, leaving me naked between them. It feels like more than just my clothes have been stripped away. For the first time in years, I have nothing to hide. It's a relief that leaves me shaking, but exhilarated.

Secured between them, naked and needy, Dante's covered cock presses against my ass and Ellis's against my front. Their bodies the only support keeping me upright.

Sensing my weak knees, Ellis scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and smother him in hungry kisses as he carries me across the room until we both topple onto the massive bed. Breaking on a giggle, I wiggle further onto the mattress and beckon him to follow.

"Oh, that's a pretty sight." Dante's voice is deeper than it was, husky with lust. Sometime between Ellis scooping me up and falling on the bed, Dante undressed. His clothes left in a pile on the floor. He slowly strokes his cock as his gaze travels over Ellis and me. Fuck, he's beautiful.

Feet still on the floor, Ellis bends over the mattress with his hands on my hips, keeping me from scooting away from him and up the bed. Coming behind his bonded, Dante tugs Ellis's gym shorts down. He isn't wearing anything underneath. His hard cock bobs as if it's waving at me, just as playful as he is.

And he's pierced !

I've never seen anything like it, and my insides pulse thinking of that smooth metal rubbing along my inner walls

Ellis's grip on my hips tightens as Dante plants quick kisses along the curve of his ass, then makes his way up to Ellis's shoulders, lifting his bonded's shirt as he goes.

I've seen both these men in nothing but speedos, so their bodies aren't new to me. But this is different. This time they're shirtless for me, not for a sport or an audience. This time there's not even a scrap of fabric hiding them. Their cocks are hard and lifted, knots already swelling.

I swallow thickly, then scrap my teeth along my bottom lip.

Ellis glides his hands down my legs, from my hips to my ankles. Then he stands up straight and turns towards Dante, catching his lips. Watching them kiss is so fucking hot I moan, unable to tamp down on the lust building in my belly.

The sound gets their attention, and their twin gazes are dark and heated.

"She likes seeing my tongue down your throat and our cocks pressed together," Dante says with an alluring smile. He wraps his masculine hand around Ellis's cock and flicks the piercing with his thumb, his eyes still on me. "You're gonna feel so good with Ellis's piercing inside you, omega. So fucking good."

Communicating through that bond of theirs, they match each other's movements and crawl up the bed towards me. My moans turn to whimpers as these two powerful alphas advance. They're like a two-headed beast, joined at the hip and shoulder, hovering over me like they want to devour me. I can feel the soft skin of their hard cocks pressing against both my thighs.

"What do you need?" Ellis says just before sucking my nipple into his mouth.

"I don't…" My words are lost on a keening mewl as Dante takes my other nipple into his mouth, and my back arches up off the bed.

They break off in tandem. "Words, omega," Dante urges. "Use your words to tell your alphas what you want."

"I don't know," I say, panting. "I need… I want…"

I chew my lip, and Dante seizes it between his fingers, pinching and pulling it out to keep me from abusing the soft flesh.

"Do you want your alphas to make you feel good, sunshine?"

Unable to speak with Dante tugging on my lip, I nod in answer to Ellis's question.

"Do you want to put these lips to better use, omega?"

Every time he calls me by my designation, it's like he's cracking me open and rebuilding me from the inside out, reminding me who I really am under all my masks. I nod again and swipe my tongue across his finger. His grip tightens, almost to the point of pain, and it's like there's a live wire running directly from my lip to my pussy. He matches the sensation by reaching down and pinching my clit hard with his other hand. The gasp that leaves me is almost a sob.

"You can tell us to stop at any time, Megs." Ellis smooths my hair out of my face. "You know that, right?"

Dante lets go of my lips and clit at the same time, freezing in place. "Did I hurt you? I can sometimes take things too—"

"No." I grab him when he starts to pull back and bring his face in line with mine. "I liked it. You just took me by surprise. I haven't… This is kind of new for me."

My alphas share a look, then Dante says, "Tell us if it's too much, just like Ellis said. And," he smirks, some of the fire coming back into his eyes, "if your mouth is too occupied, slap my thigh three times in a row. Got it?"

"Yes, alpha."

He groans and captures my lips in a kiss that is both tender and demanding. His lips trail my neck and he nips at my shoulder, making me shudder and clench my thighs.

"One day I'm going to bite and bond you, right here," Dante says, kissing the sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder. Ellis makes a rumbling noise of approval, and Dante rolls me on top of him, chest to chest. "Ass in the air, omega. Let our Ellis see that pretty pussy."

Before I can obey, Ellis grabs my hips and tugs them until my knees are framing Dante and my ass is positioned right against Ellis. Dripping slick down my thighs, I wiggle until his cock slides between my legs and his length rubs against my core. It's almost enough to set me off already.

"Do you want me to get a condom, sunshine? We're clean."

"No. I haven't been with anyone in a long time, and I'm on birth control, and the suppressants should help to—"

Cutting off, I moan because I've never felt anything as good as his pierced tip pressing against my entrance.

"Fuck, you're tight."

"She's dripping too." Dante catches the slick on my thigh with a finger and brings it to his lips, licking with a deep rumbling groan. "Fuck, you taste good." He sucks his finger clean, then uses it to circle my clit while Ellis pushes deeper from behind.

"Two years," Ellis groans as he slides fully inside me, remembering my celibate confession from weeks before. "God damn, Meggie."

I've wanted this for so long, I can already feel a tingling heat gathering at the base of my spine, little waves of pleasure that threaten and tease.

Dante kisses me as Ellis slides in and out slowly. Each time he pulls out, he lets his piercing drag over my clit before sliding back in and gliding it along my g-spot. It's a torturous paradise.

After only a few strokes, I come apart. Its been too long. It feels too good. An orgasm like a tsunami washes over me and carries me into a pleasure I've never experienced before. While I'm still riding the wave, Ellis thrusts all the way to the hilt, and I cry out.

Dante groans. "So pretty when you come."

He slides his body up the bed until his cock is directly below my face. When I lick my lips, he laughs. "Look at you, so hungry for it. Perfect little omega. You want to feel that pierced cock in your pussy while you gag on my cum, don't you?"

Rather than answer, I dive, wrapping my mouth around his length. The dirty talk sending fresh heat to my core.

Ellis groans. "I can feel that through the bond. Fuck, how can I feel that through the bond? It's like…" He curses and his tempo picks back up, slamming deeper. His knot swells, and each time he thrusts, it presses against my swollen opening.

Losing all concentration and rhythm, I moan around Dante's cock. I can't think. I can't move. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time. Dante takes my face reassuringly between his hands. He holds me still with his cock on my tongue.

"Do you want his knot, little omega?"

I nod and suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Ellis curses and tightens his grasp on my hips.

"Have you had a knot before?" Dante's thumbs brush the sides of my face.

I shake my head. Of course I haven't. Taking a knot would have given me away as an omega. It's not something betas can do. Plus, I haven't had sex since I first perfumed. He knows that. I think asking is his way of checking in with me, making sure I know exactly what I'm agreeing to. But I know what I want. And right now, there's nothing in the world I want more than Ellis's knot.

"Are you sure?" Dante says, pulling me off his cock so I can answer.

"Yes." I push up on my hands and twist out of Dante's grasp so I can look over my shoulder at Ellis. "Knot me."

He wavers, pace slowing. "I don't want to hurt—"

"Knot me, damn it! Please, Ellis. I need you. I want it to be you first. Now, fucking, fill me!"

Dante chuckles. "Looks like our quiet little Megs has a feisty side."

"She's perfect." Ellis pushes his knot against me, not all the way into me, but stretching me enough to make me squirm.

Dante pulls my face back to look at him. "You'll get his knot, omega, but not until you swallow every drop of what I give you."

Need blazes in my gut and burns across my skin. I suck Dante down my throat. This time, he takes control. The moment my lips are around his shaft, he holds my head still and thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth like he owns it.

"You better fucking come soon," Ellis says, matching Dante's rhythm. "I'm not gonna last."

"Not. Yet." Dante grits out. "Touch her, babr."

Ellis reaches around and pinches my clit exactly the way Dante did before. I fly into another orgasm as Dante comes down my throat. "That's it, omega. So fucking beautiful."

A second later, Ellis pushes his knot past the resistance at my opening, flooding me with his release, filling me so completely it sends another wave of pleasure pulsing through me, making my toes curl and my vision go white. I'm drowning in pleasure. Completely overwhelmed by it. I've never felt so full, so connected to someone, so… vulnerable.

Sensing the slight shift in my mood, Ellis curls himself around me, rubs his cheek against me and marks me with his scent. "Thank you, sunshine."

He pulls me down to the bed, spooning me from behind. Each movement makes his knot rub against me in ways that prolong the quivering feeling within. I'm shaking everywhere, trembling and weak. All the emotion I'm feeling is too much to hold inside, and a stray tear makes a trail down my cheek.

"We're here, little omega. Whatever you need. We're here." Dante kisses me and glides his fingers up and down my arm as he purrs.

There were so many times over the past few years when I didn't want to be an omega, when I wished I was any other designation. There were also days when I wanted to give up pretending and find a pack. But whenever I thought about that I was too afraid of where it would lead, of the kinds of packs I'd heard stories about. Then there were other days when I was determined to hide my identity for the rest of my life, stay on suppressants forever, and ignore the truth that they wouldn't always work.

No matter what options I considered, I never really thought I would have anything like this.

We lay there for a while, Ellis and I locked together, Dante facing us, talking quietly, sharing secrets. I tell them about my first kiss and they tell me how they met. I learn they ate grocery store ice cream with gummy bears on the hood of Dante's car at the end of their first date because neither of them wanted the night to end, and we laugh about the rude server on their second date that wouldn't take Ellis's order of murgh tarashee kebab until he got the pronunciation right.

After Ellis's knot goes down enough to slip out, we clean up, then crawl back into the massive bed. The room smells of sex and us. I didn't take my evening dose of blockers and I've perfumed right through whatever was left in my system. The scent of sautéed apples and brown sugar mixes with the scent of summer picnics by the sea.

Dante nuzzles his nose into the place where my neck meets my shoulder and sniffs. "Omega."

A soft warmth blankets my tired body. No one's ever called me that before. It feels good. Especially after all the times he called me beta. "Say it again."

"Omega." He kisses my jaw.

Ellis snuggles closer on my other side, a sleepy smile on his face. "Our omega."

"Not yet," I whisper, thinking of the men downstairs and how my fate rests in their hands. I don't know what I'll do if they say I can't be on the team anymore. It would be petty of me to reject an offer to be their omega just because they don't want me to go to the Olympics. But losing my dream when it's so close would be like twisting an ankle just short of the marathon finish line.

If I stay with them, knowing they're the reason I never made it to the Olympics, I would be giving up on all my dreams, just like my mom. Could I live like that? Watching them have the thing I've always wanted while I stayed behind?

I'm not sure if I could do that without becoming bitter.

If only the Olympic Committee wasn't so prejudiced against omegas. If they wanted to, they could make it safe for us. They could require omegas to be on suppressants. They could protect omegas with security details. They could separate alphas and omegas outside of the competitions. They could even require participating omegas to be bonded and have their pack with them in case of emergency heats—that last one wouldn't help unbonded omegas like me, but it's something they could do.

But that's not how the world works. They say omegas are precious, yet they treat us like possessions with no respect for what we want or what we can contribute beyond our designation.

"Where'd you go, omega?" Dante tugs my bottom lip from my teeth. I didn't realize I was chewing on it again.

"What about the Olympics?" I ask softly.

Ellis wraps his arm behind me and pulls me into his side. "We're going to bring you to Paris, sunshine. Right, babr?"

Dante sighs. "As the team captain, I feel like I should say no and follow the rules. But I'm not going to." He repositions, so he's hovering above us, one hand beside my head and the other beside Ellis's. "Your dreams are my dreams now, Meggie. I'm going to do everything in my power to make them come true."

Ellis kisses the tender spot behind my ear. "We're gonna give you everything you want, sunshine."

It's a big promise, and we all know they won't always be able to fulfill it. They can't force the others to accept me on the team, and I wouldn't want them to. It's a sweet sentiment, though, and it makes me feel cherished.

I reach up and wrap my arms around Dante's neck. Ellis takes advantage of my lifted position and slides under me, caressing my sides as he plants kisses on my shoulder. Dante holds my gaze as he sinks into my already wet heat. He's thick and long and fills me so completely it's impossible to think of anything else.

While Ellis plucks my nipples from behind, Dante builds the tension inside with each firm thrust. I'm a rubber band pulled tight between them, stretched tightly around them. But capable of snapping at any time. The potential for pleasure. The potential for pain. I shake, fearing what's coming.

But as I soar into pleasure, I let myself pretend that the world is a different place where there's nothing threatening what we have, nothing standing in our way, and we can really have it all.