Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

H arper

Ten years ago

I slide off the kitchen counter despite the fierce looks the three alphas throw me.

I’m sure it would be hot to be fucked on the kitchen counter – even if I’ll never be able to help my mom chop vegetables ever again – but this is my first time with an alpha. My first time with multiple men. The first time I’m ever going to be knotted. I’d rather it wasn’t somewhere where my spine is digging into the hard countertop and my elbows are slipping across the smooth surface. Hot is all well and good, but us omegas, we crave softness.

I tug down my t-shirt and tiptoe towards the door, channeling all my inner-brat as I peer over my shoulder and say, “Are you coming?”

Then I’m stalking across the hallway and up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief when they do follow me and don’t have a sudden change of heart.

On the landing I pause, then turn back to the alphas, all stalking towards me.

“Where are we going to do this?”

“Get down on your hands and knees and I’ll fuck you here, little omega,” Owen purrs.

I shake my head, which takes an extraordinary amount of effort. It’s hard to say no to an alpha command.

Daxton’s eyes flick to my room. It’s a reasonable size – about four times bigger than the shoe box I had in our old apartment. However, the bed is queen size. Hardly room enough for four of us – three of us being exceedingly large.

His eyes flick to his room. His bed isn’t any bigger. Which leaves our parents’ room – I’d rather eat my own vomit – or one of the guest rooms.

There are three. Daxton walks to the furthest, swings open the door, then motions with his head, indicating for me to go through.

I sashay inside, swinging my hips and hoping my nerves don’t show on my face. Because I am nervous – my heart racing. What if – despite all I’ve been told – I can’t do this? Or what if – despite all I’ve been told – it isn’t as good as I imagine?

Inside, the guest room is a king-sized bed, a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. There’s a lamp in one corner and in the other a large vase full of fake flowers.

The door clicks behind me.

I hear feet pad across the carpet and then there’s a pair of hands at the hem of my shirt, drawing the garment up my body and over my head. Another pair of hands grips my waist and a third draws my hair over my shoulder. And then they’re all kissing me at once – my shoulders, my neck, my ear – as they walk me closer to the bed.

“This is your first time, right?” Daxton whispers into my ear. “With an alpha?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stutter, wishing I didn’t sound so nervous, although they can probably feel how fast my pulse is racing.

“Well, Owen worked hard to get you all nice and wet for us, little omega. But let me check.” I feel his fingers slide between my thighs. “Fuck,” he mutters, “so wet and so swollen. Just like an omega should be.”

I shudder hard and then it’s Wyatt whispering in my ear. “It’s okay, Harper. We got you. We’re going to take good care of you.”

Someone pushes me down onto the mattress and as they roll me over, I find myself peering up at three alphas beginning to undress. The pulse moves from my throat, down my body and to my pussy and I’m unable to help but rub my thighs together.

“You’re going to have all of us,” Daxton tells me, “each one of us. You think you really can handle that? You’re not going to change your mind and–”

“I’m not changing my mind. Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Once again, I wonder where on earth I find the nerve – but it has the desired effect.

Daxton whips off the last of his clothes and my eyes widen. Not only is his cock as long and girthy as his friends’, he has several inks inscribed onto his lower abdomen and painted down the tops of his thighs.

As he comes closer, placing a hand either side of my waist and leaning over me, I reach out and trace the inks with my fingers: the wings on an eagle; a tight budded rose tangled in thorns; several long inscriptions I can’t read in the dim lighting.

My touch makes him shudder, and he closes his eyes.

“You smell so good. You look so good.”

“I’m going to feel really good too,” I whisper as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolls it down his shaft. I relax that little bit more. I really didn’t want an argument about the need for protection. I’m eighteen – I’ve seen first hand how difficult being a young mom can be. I’m not taking any risks. Luckily, we’re all on the same page.

Daxton smears himself in my slick, and then kneeling on the mattress, lines himself up with my hole.

That pulse in my body leaps all over the place and my body trembles.

“You afraid, little omega?” he asks.

I shake my head. It isn’t fear. It’s desire.

A girl like me. The smart girl next door who studies hard and never gets into trouble doesn’t do things like this.

That’s about to change.

He pushes his hips forward, sinking his cock into my pussy. The width of him stretches my walls wide open, but it doesn’t hurt. I’m too wet and too turned on. And it’s not like it’s been with other guys, a little uncomfortable, a little awkward. He glides into me, caressing sensitive spots inside me I never knew existed. I moan, arching under him in pleasure.

“Shit,” he mumbles, his hands fisting either side of my head. “She wasn’t lying. She feels amazing.”

I can’t help a little smile, reaching up to hook my arms around his neck and drag his mouth onto mine. His lips are sinful and I’ve been imagining kissing him since he stepped through the doorway of our home.

He sinks further inside me, further and further, bottoming out with a growl that has me moaning again. Then he’s still, kissing me, heavy and big inside me.

I’ve never felt this full before. I didn’t know I needed to feel this full. That I want to.

He breaks off the kiss and stares deep into my eyes.

“You feel okay?”

I manage a nod and a half-smile. Am I okay? I’m giddy. Light-headed. Drunk on his body, his scent, his cock.

“Then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Harper.”

I whimper and then he’s sliding out of me, reigniting all those same spots, before he slams back into me. The bed kicks against the wall and stars crash across my vision.

His pace is relentless and unfaltering, no pausing to catch his breath, no loss of rhythm. At one point he reaches for my calf, bends my leg and presses it into my chest, opening me up further so he can thrust impossibly deeper.

I writhe beneath him, hardly able to know what to do with myself. My fingers tangle in his hair, scrape down his back, press at the cheeks of his ass.

I don’t want him to stop, I don’t ever want him to stop, it feels so good, so good, so goddamn good.

I come. Just as noisy and just as messy as in the kitchen.

The sheets will be ruined. Possibly the bed too.

“Daxton,” I cry out, soaring up to the ceiling, through the roof and high up into the sky.

“Harper,” he sighs from somewhere below me, his rhythm finally stuttering. “Going to knot you, going to knot your pussy.”

I’m still throbbing around him in waves of pleasure, and then I feel him hardened at the base of his cock, harden and inflate, the entrance of my pussy stretched even wider.

It feels divine, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

More stars streak across my vision and I soar even higher, right up into the heavens itself, the orgasm so hard for a moment I think I stop breathing all together.

Daxton’s face floods with pleasure, that usual scowl wiped away. He looks like he’s joined me in heaven.

“Fuck, that feels … never thought … your pussy … your pussy …” He doesn't finish his words, nuzzling my neck and wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I want to bite you so badly, little omega.”

I swallow hard.

Right now I want that too. My body, every fiber of it, is begging for him to bite and claim me. A dude I’ve known barely five minutes.

I blink all that away.

“You can’t,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice raw. “I know I can’t. But I want to.”

He rolls us onto our sides, still tight in his embrace, and only then do we remember the others in the room, watching us.

“I want to do that too,” Wyatt says simply.

I smile at him, then Owen. “Me too,” I say.