CHAPTER TWENTY

DEMON

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The water felt good against my skin, steaming and scalding as it poured over my face and chest. I stood there, letting it soak me, washing away the smell of scent blockers. My head tilted back as the spray ran over my face and shoulders, carrying the artificial fragrance with it.

I didn’t move for a while, just let the water do its work, but my mind was far from blank. Sofia and Greek wanted my scent in Greek’s nest. Not the stale, chemical smell of blockers. My true scent. My throat tightened at the thought. I should’ve told them thank you for asking that of me. But I’d been too shocked to say that.

I hoped they knew how grateful I felt. I grabbed the towel, lathering it with soap before scrubbing at my skin. The soap was the same one they’d used earlier. I smiled. It was ridiculous how much that pleased me. My chest felt tight as I worked the soap over my body, muscles straining under the tension, coiling tighter with every second.

I scrubbed hard, eager to be free of this chemical smell. The blockers had dulled my scent for so long that even I didn’t remember what it was like. The thought of shedding them entirely, letting my true scent emerge, left me raw and exposed in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years.

But Sofia and Greek wanted to smell the real me. And I was slowly realizing that I would do anything they asked of me. Especially when they asked as sweetly as they had earlier. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I scrubbed so hard my skin stung, turning red, my movements turning almost frantic.

I took a deep breath and nearly choked on the sweet scent permeating the air. It was them. I smiled, already knowing what my Little Fox and Little Rabbit were up to. Honey and citrus filled the air, thick and heady, making it hard to focus.

My cock throbbed, hard and aching, and I gritted my teeth as I worked faster. But no matter how fast or how hard I scrubbed, the sweet scent of their arousal still haunted me. It was intoxicating, wrapping around me like a haze of pure lust and desire. I couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t block it out, and I didn’t want to.

I froze, the towel pressed against my abs as an image slammed into my mind... Sofia’s mouth on Greek, her lips wrapped around him, teasing him as he moaned her name. My cock twitched, and I groaned, the sound rough and raw as I dragged the towel down, scrubbing faster.

Fuck, I needed to see them. Needed to stop imagining it and watch it unfold in front of me. My chest heaved as I rinsed off, the water hotter than I needed but not enough to chase away the fire raging inside me. I turned under the spray, letting it take the last suds with it, but it did nothing for the ache clawing at me.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, smoke billowing around me. I grabbed a large towel, dragging it over my skin as I stared at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. I swiped my hand across the glass to get a view of myself, to see what Sofia and Greek would see when they looked at me.

My hair was damp, water dripping down my shoulders and chest. The scar across my cheek stood out, more pronounced right now. Or maybe it was because I was thinking of how they saw it when they looked at me. Actually, when they looked at me, it was like they didn’t see it.

Usually, when people stared at me, their eyes lingered on my scar without them meeting my gaze. Not Sofia and Greek. My gaze was drawn to my eyes—bright, piercing blue. As Greek had told me about his past, he played with the edges of the blue pillow. The pillow that was the color of my eyes. He didn’t know this, but I’d wanted to hug him for that.

I’d held back, though. I was so used to holding back. I didn’t even know who I’d be if I stopped holding back. Was it time to find out? I’d already taken one step in that direction. The scent of the blockers were gone, leaving behind the soap’s aroma and a spicy fragrance that was uniquely me.

For the first time in years, I felt... real. I felt like myself. Like I wasn’t hiding anymore. I smiled at my reflection. Damn , I hadn’t seen my own smile in... shit ... had I ever? I wanted to smile more, not just for them, but for me too. I needed this smile. This genuine smile that let me know I was no longer the alpha who shut everyone and everything out.

This smile let me know I was ready to let others in. I was ready for more than this abysmal existence I’d been experiencing. Yeah, I was definitely ready for more. I tossed my used towel into the hamper and then wrapped a new towel around my waist, not wanting to get Greek’s nest wet with my towel.

Though I was pretty sure his nest was already wet. I started to leave the bathroom to see just how wet they’d gotten it, but paused. Sofia and Greek’s sweet scents spiked. They were fucking now. They had to be. The sudden change in their aromas let me know they were close to coming. And fuck... it was the sweetest scent I’d ever inhaled.

My hands gripped the counter, knuckles whitening as I tried to pull myself together. What would they want from me when I walked into that room? Would they expect me to join them? Would they let me just watch? Did they even understand how badly I needed this? How badly I needed them?

The thought made my cock twitch painfully, and I growled low, the sound reverberating in my chest. I wanted to touch them, to lose myself in them, but I didn’t trust myself yet. Not completely. This would be the first time anyone other than myself had touched me, and the weight of that realization hung heavy over me.

I stared at the door, my chest tight as I imagined what I might find on the other side. Sofia’s teasing smile. Greek’s wide, trusting eyes. Their bodies tangled together, waiting for me. I swallowed hard, inhaling deeply as their scent hit me again, stronger now. It was everywhere, thick and warm, wrapping around me like a promise.

Honey. Citrus. Mine.

Before I knew it, I’d crossed the room. My hand closed over the handle, and I froze for a moment, my body tense with anticipation. Whatever happened next, I knew one thing: they were mine, and I was theirs. All of me. And I’d give them everything they wanted. With a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into the hall.

I was nearly brought to my knees by the moans I heard drifting down the hall. They lured me to my bedroom like a siren’s song that I would gladly follow to the ends of the earth. My breath caught, and my body froze as my eyes locked on them.

Sofia was riding Greek, her body moving in slow, sexy as fuck rolls of her hips, her back arched and her head tilted back. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, wild and untamed, sticking to her glistening skin. Greek was beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, his head thrown back, lips parted as soft as broken sounds escaped him.

My chest constricted painfully as I took it all in. Sofia’s nails dragged down Greek’s chest, leaving faint red trails on his pale skin. Greek’s cock disappeared into her with every downward slide, her movements fluid and intoxicating, like she was pouring herself into him with every thrust.

The wet, slick sounds of their arousal filled the room, mingling with the low hum of her soft moans and his breathless whimpers. My cock throbbed violently, and I bit back a growl, my hand bracing against the doorframe to keep from stepping inside. Precum leaked from my tip, smearing against the towel I’d wrapped hastily around my waist.

I adjusted it with a shaky hand, but the feel of the rough towel sliding over my length only made things worse. My body ached, every nerve ending alive and screaming as their scents collided in the air. Honey and citrus. Sweet and spicy. Thick with the tang of sex and heat. The beast inside me roared, clawing at the walls I’d built to keep it contained.

My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I forced myself to look away, my gaze darting to the floor as if that would stop the hunger coursing through me. It didn’t. Nothing could stop it. Just like nothing could stop my beast that was fighting for control of me.

I could still hear Sofia’s groans. She was panting now. Greek’s strangled moan filled the air, and I knew he was close to exploding inside of her. Unable to help myself, I returned my eyes to them. What the fuck did I do that for? Sofia was riding him faster now. Greek bucked into her, making her ass jiggle with each thrust.

Fuck , she had a sexy ass that I wanted to sink my teeth into. They both cried out, bodies jerking, scents perfuming the air, creating a fog of lust around me. A wave of heat slammed into me, sudden and unrelenting, and I stumbled back. Greek’s slick scent. The smell of Sofia’s wet pussy.

Oh, no! My rut! It was coming, surging forward like a storm I couldn’t outrun. My control was slipping, fraying at the edges, and I had to act fast before I became more beast than man. My gaze darted back to them one last time, catching a glimpse of Sofia’s wet pussy still clutching Greek’s thick cock as she leaned down to kiss him, her hand tangling in his hair.

Need. Them. Now. Mine.

Fuck!

I turned and bolted, my steps shaky as I stumbled down the hallway, the towel loosening around my waist. The scent of them clung to me, arousing as fuck, wrapping around my senses like a chain locking me down. My cock pulsed painfully, precum dripping, leaving a wet trail on my thigh.

My breath came in harsh pants as I reached the laundry room, my hand fumbling for the door to the basement. The cool metal of the doorknob bit into my palm as I yanked it open and slammed it shut behind me. I fumbled with the lock, uncoordinated. Fuck it. I rushed down the steps, my heart pounding in my ears as I reached the small room at the bottom.

The air was cooler here, the walls bare and the furniture plain and scarce. The large bed sat in the corner, chains hanging from its frame, ready for me. I’d built this space for moments like this, for when my rut came. Normally, it was on a set schedule. But seeing Sofia fuck Greek had triggered it.

I couldn’t let them see me like this. During my ruts, the beast took over. And he was a violent, sex-starved monster who had to be chained down. I couldn’t trust myself around them while he was in charge. My cuffs were programmed to hold me for twelve hours, long enough for the worst of it to pass. Long enough to keep everyone safe.

But as I stared at the bed, my body shaking with need, I wondered if it would be enough. The beast in me wanted them. It didn’t care about control or safety. It wanted Sofia’s cunt on my tongue and Greek’s slick hole clutching my cock. It wanted to fuck them until they screamed my name, until they were dripping with my cum, soaked in it, marked, claimed, mine.

I dropped onto the bed, the frame creaking under my weight as I snapped the cuffs around my ankles one at a time. My hands trembled as I laid back and reached above my head, feeling for the chains. The cool metal was almost soothing against my heated skin, but it wasn’t enough to quell the fire burning inside me.

I closed the cuffs around my wrists, the final click echoing like a death knell. I stared down my body. My towel had fallen off as I’d raced toward the basement. My cock was harder than it had ever been, the thick length twitching against my stomach. Precum leaked freely, pooling at the tip before dripping down the shaft in slow, wet trails.

I bucked my hips involuntarily, a frustrated growl ripping from my throat as I fought against the chains. The scent of them was everywhere, flooding my senses, mocking me with everything I couldn’t have. The beast inside me clawed and roared, slamming against its cage. It didn’t want to be restrained.

It wanted to fuck, to pound into the tight heat of Greek’s ass while he drilled Sofia’s wet pussy. I wanted to fuck him into her until both of them cried out my name. My cock throbbed violently at the thought, a fresh wave of precum spilling over as I threw my head back and snarled.

The air around me grew thick with my scent, no longer muted by blockers. It was rich and dominant, a potent blend of earth and spice that filled the small room. My rut was here, surging through me with an intensity that left me gasping. My hips jerked against the restraints, my body writhing as I fought the need clawing at my insides.

Every sound, every thought, every fucking breath was consumed by them. Sofia’s sexy ass and the way she moved it, Greek’s soft moan, and the image of his slick cock sliding into her tight channel, the wet slap of skin against skin.

Fuck!

It was all I could hear, all I could feel, and it was driving me mad. My cock leaked continuously, the ache unbearable as I bucked, rocking the bed, my growls turning into desperate, ragged sounds. I needed them. But all I could do was lie there, restrained and helpless, as my rut tore through me, dragging me under like a riptide.

And I hated every fucking second of it.

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SOFIA

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I was tucked snugly in Greek’s arms, his warmth pressed against my back like a cocoon I didn’t want to leave. His chest rose and fell evenly, but I could feel the insistent pressure of his thick cock resting against my ass. He was already hard again.

I wanted to push against him and tell him to take me there, to fill my ass with his shaft. But I had other plans for my sweet omega, plans involving our alpha. Speaking of our alpha! Where was Demon, anyway? The faint scent of him had teased my senses earlier when I was riding Greek.

That single whiff of his true scent had been enough to push me over the edge, urging me to grind harder, take more, lose myself completely to the pleasure. Now, though, his scent had faded a little. Still there, but overshadowed by mine and Greek’s.

“Do you think our alpha chickened out on us?” I asked.

“I hope not,” Greek murmured, his voice raspier than usual. “I got a whiff of his true scent earlier, and it’s the reason I’m still hard right now.”

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed back against him, pressing my ass into his cock. I rolled my hips slowly. He groaned, a deep sound that made me smile.

“Are you saying all of that isn’t for me?” I teased, arching my back just enough to make him twitch against me.

His response surprised me. Instead of shying away, he gripped my hips and thrust against me.

“Everything I have is for you,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. “You and Demon. I’ve fed you my cum already. Now, I want to feed our alpha. Don’t worry. As soon as he’s had his fill, I’ll make sure you’re dripping my slick soon after.”

“Greek!” I laughed, turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder. His face was flushed, his eyes brighter than usual, full of a confidence I hadn’t seen before. “I see your naughty omega side is coming out, and I love it.”

“I love you,” he whispered. His eyes widened like he hadn’t meant to say it but couldn’t take it back now. “I mean...”

Those words had hit me like a sudden storm, unexpected and powerful enough to leave me breathless. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I turned fully in his arms, pressing my hands against his chest to stare up at him.

“No takebacks,” I told him, already wanting to hear him say those three words again. I searched his gaze. “I’ve never been in love before,” I admitted. “But I’m pretty sure what I feel for you could be considered falling in love.”

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he didn’t quite believe me.

“Really, Greek. I want to be with you. I don’t want to let you go. Ever. And I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I don’t want to let you go either,” he said, his arms tightening around me. “If I ever upset you, don’t turn your back on me. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said, smiling softly. “Upsetting me will only make me pout for a little while. I never hold grudges. And if I do something that upsets you, just tell me. I’m not perfect, Greek. Sometimes, I act without thinking. And I say whatever comes to mind. I need to work on that.”

“I think you’re perfect just the way you are,” he murmured, brushing a hand over my forehead. “You’re sweating.”

I laughed, lifting a hand to swipe at the dampness on my brow. “It’s hot under all these blankets. How are you not melting?”

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Maybe it’s an omega thing.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, though I didn’t really want to leave the warmth of his arms.

Still, the heat was starting to get unbearable, and the ache in my abdomen wasn’t helping. I wasn’t sure what it was. Hunger, maybe? No, this felt sharper, deeper. Maybe I was getting sick. Or had to use the bathroom. One or the other.

“Where do you think our alpha is?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the growing discomfort.

“Should we go look for him?” Greek asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I nodded, untangling myself from the blankets and sitting up. Cool air washed over me, and I let out a relieved sigh, though the ache in my belly persisted. Greek and I slipped out of bed, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin.

My legs felt wobbly, but I pushed through it. We needed to find Demon. He wasn’t in the bathroom, though the fogged-up mirror and the faint scent of soap suggested he hadn’t too long ago finished his shower.

“Do you smell that?” Greek asked, his voice tight.

I inhaled deeply, and the scent hit me like a freight train—smoky cedarwood and leather, rich and heady, like a campfire in the woods after a storm. My stomach clenched, sharp and demanding, a sensation I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t hunger. No, this was something else entirely, and it made my thighs press together.

The room seemed to sway, or maybe it was just me. Greek caught me by the arm before I could stumble. He pulled me close, and for a moment, the ache in my belly dulled. I pressed my cheek against his arm, breathing in his scent. Being close to him seemed to help whatever I had going on.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I think so.” I shook my head, trying to clear the haze that was threatening to swallow me. “Let’s follow that scent. It’ll lead us to our runaway alpha.”

Greek nodded, his grip lingering on my arm for just a second longer before we moved. The scent grew stronger with every step, wrapping around me like a velvet rope and dragging me forward. Smoky cedarwood and leather, laced with something raw and primal. It made my mouth water and my heart race, each beat echoing in my chest like a drum.

And the way it mingled with Greek’s scent only amplified the heat coursing through my body. By the time we reached the laundry room, I was pressed so tightly against Greek’s side that I could feel the hammering of his heart.

The ache in my belly was no longer subtle. It was a roaring demand, each wave of it making me wetter. My pussy quivered, needy, hungry, and I was seconds away from shoving Greek to the floor and taking him right there. What the hell was wrong with me?

“I think he’s in there,” Greek said, gesturing to the door in front of us.

I blinked at it, the thought of Demon hiding in the basement doing nothing to cool the fire burning through me. Another pain tore through me, and I was unable to hide the discomfort from Greek this time. My fingers curled around Greek’s arm, holding on tighter than I meant to as I clenched my teeth, waiting for the pain to subside.

“Sofia, your scent,” Greek said, his eyes wide as he placed a hand against my forehead. His touch was a cool balm against my feverish skin. “It’s stronger. Spicier. And you feel hotter.”

“Do you think I’m getting sick?” I asked, though the words felt ridiculous as soon as they left my mouth.

This didn’t feel like a sickness. It felt like something alive, clawing at me from the inside. But it also felt sexual. I swear if my pussy quivered again, I was going to ride something, anything, a cock, a cucumber, whatever was thick and fuckable. Shit . What was wrong with me?

Greek opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, a deep, guttural growl echoed from below. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. Demon’s scent hit us like a tidal wave, spiking in intensity until it was all I could think about.

My knees nearly buckled, and next to me, Greek shuddered, his breath hitching. I glanced at him, my eyes dropping to the thick cock straining against his thighs. Slick coated him, glistening in the dim light, so much that it dripped down his leg.

“I’m so wet,” he whispered, shivering.

I looked behind him, taking a peek at his tight ass. I nearly groaned at the sight of slick dripping down the back of his thighs, a small puddle forming on the floor behind him. Greek’s body was responding to Demon's scent, begging to be drilled. Needing it desperately. The sight of him like that made the fire in me blaze even hotter.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the door.

I wanted to watch Demon pound our omega while I sucked Greek’s cock, drinking down his cum. Greek followed me, his slick-slickened cock bobbing with each step, his breaths coming short and fast. Together, we descended into the basement, rushing down the stairs, ready to lay eyes on our alpha.

The scent was overwhelming down here, so thick I could practically taste it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be draped in it, have it dripping from every inch of me. We stumbled down those last steps.

And then we saw him. Demon was sprawled on a bed in the corner of the room, his massive body gleaming with sweat. His hands were cuffed above his head, the muscles in his arms taut as if he’d been straining against the restraints. His legs were spread wide, ankles bound to the bedposts with thick cuffs.

His cock was an angry red, throbbing, and leaking precum in a steady stream that slicked the dark curls at its base and pooled on his stomach. His scent poured off him in waves, the smoky cedarwood and leather now tinged with something feral, something that made my mouth go dry and my pussy clench.

He growled low and deep, his hips bucking against the air as if he were trying to thrust into something that wasn’t there. His head snapped toward us, his blue eyes blazing with a feral hunger that made my clit throb.

“Don’t... come closer,” he rasped, his voice guttural, more beast than man.

But I couldn’t stop. Neither could Greek. Demon’s scent had ensnared us completely, dragging us into his orbit with a force I didn’t know how to fight. I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to drown in it. Greek whimpered beside me, his hands trembling as they hovered near his dripping cock.

I wasn’t any better. My pussy was quivering with arousal, my hands itching to touch, to soothe, to claim. Mine . Demon was mine. Ours . And how dare he shut himself off from us when clearly, he needed us just as much as we needed him.

Demon’s eyes locked on us, his gaze flicking between Greek and me. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and another growl rumbled from deep within him, echoing around the room.

“Rut,” he growled. I’d figured as much. “I can’t... control it,” he said, his words laced with equal parts warning and a plea for help. “Don’t... let me... hurt you two. Get... out,” he snarled.

But I wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was Greek. Our alpha needed us. And there was no way we were going to turn our backs on him. I licked my lips. His cock twitched, spilling more precum onto his stomach. He growled low. I growled back, ready to savor the flavor of our alpha, our Demon.

I bet he was going to taste fucking delicious!