Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

H arper

My treacherous omega heart is fit to bursting, sending even more little treacherous messages to my brain.

We’re in our nest. In our nest with our alphas. Our alphas. Our pack.

I’m too befuddled with my heat, dazed with the effects of what these three alphas are doing to me, to care one little bit.

My treacherous omega heart can think what she likes. I’m too busy to argue with her. To put her straight.

Just because Pack Stanton has me in their bed. Have allowed me to build a nest in their bed. Are going to rut me in their bed. Does not make me theirs.

Again, I do not care.

How can I? When Wyatt’s head is now buried between my thighs, Owen is biting at my nipples and Daxton is kissing my mouth – kissing my mouth with a passion that is fiery.

I come again which must be – how many times now? I’ve lost count.

And then I’m scrabbling up onto my knees.

Ten years ago, it had all been new. I’d only had sex a couple of times before and never with an alpha. I’d certainly never taken a knot before. Certainly never explored anal. I wasn’t able to take more than one of the alphas at a time. It wasn’t even something we explored. But this time …

I’ve had ten years of fantasizing about this. Ten years preparing with dildos and butt plugs. Ten years attempting to recreate what the real thing would be like.

Well, now I get to find out.

“I want all of you,” I tell the three alphas.

“You’ll have all of us,” Owen says.

“No,” I shake my head, “all of you at once.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Owen mutters.

“We want that too, Harper,” Wyatt says, tension in his voice, “but that requires–”

“Training?” I ask.

Wyatt nods.

“Not a problem,” I say.

Daxton frowns so fiercely, it sets my bottom lip trembling, my omega heart fretting we’ve upset our alpha.

“Are you saying you’ve done this before? With a pack?”

“No, the only pack I’ve done this with is you three – although you weren’t technically–”

“Some other dudes, then?” Daxton says, still frowning.

“No,” I say firmly, “I’ve only been with more than one man once and that was with you three. And technically it was more than once – in fact it was–”

“So how have you ‘trained’?” he says.

The frown cemented onto his face isn’t going anywhere.

“Us omegas have ways.”

“I wanna hear about these ‘ways’,” Owen says with mischief.

“How about,” I say, pushing him onto his back and straddling his lap, “I show you instead.”

“I think I died and went to heaven,” Owen mutters as I hover right above him, his cock lined up and ready for my pussy.

“How about you?” I ask.

Owen forcibly drags his eyes away from his cock and my pussy and up to my face. He blinks in confusion.

“Wh-wh-what?”

“Did the three of you ever have a girl together? Two of you? Three of you?”

“At the same time,” Owen says, “no. We’ve never done it like this before, Harper.”

My chest hums with satisfaction and I sink down onto his cock.

“Maybe, we all died and went to heaven,” I say, closing my eyes and flinging back my head. He feels so good inside me – just as good as I remember.

Full. Complete. Satisfied. I let out a long moan as I slide down him.

We smile at one another, and I’m amazed how that expression on his face can make my insides spin so violently.

“Harper,” he says with a smirk. “Move.”

I ride him, bouncing on his cock as the others watch us with greedy eyes and just as I’m winding him up, his hands becoming tight and demanding at my waist, I lie down flat against his chest and peer over my shoulder at the other two.

“Are you joining us?”

“Joining you, how exactly?” Wyatt growls.

“Your choice.”

“Fuck,” Daxton mutters, “don’t keep the girl waiting.”

“But you–”

“I wanna watch,” Daxton’s eyes meet mine, dark and dangerous. “I wanna watch the two of you fuck Harper together.”

I whimper, his words always had a power over me and in heat, they’re three times as potent.

I rotate my hips slowly, grinding into Owen, giving us both relief as Wyatt climbs onto the bed, his hands gripping my ass. He skims his thumb between my cheeks, over my back hole, before dipping it inside.

“Tight,” he mutters.

“Alpha,” I gasp, squirming against his touch.

“Hold still, Omega,” he commands. With his hands firm on my ass, he pushes inside me. And this is what I’ve wanted, desired, fantasized about. For two alphas to take me like this, to have me like this, to use me.

Owen groans beneath me, feeling Wyatt’s cock rub up against his through the channels inside me.

Wyatt’s careful, despite being in a full-blown rut, he finds the control. I’m glad it was him. I’m glad it was them. I know they will take care of me.

“How does that feel, Harper?” Daxton asks from somewhere in the room. “Does it feel good? Do you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” I say, hardly able to breathe, sandwiched between these two powerful men, the fullest I’ve ever been.

“Then you want him, you want Wyatt to give you more? Owen too?” he says.

“Uh huh,” I say. I’m on the verge, right at the edge. I can feel it. I’m almost afraid that the orgasm, when it comes, might blow me away.

Wyatt moves first, gliding out of me and then thrusting back in. Below me, Owen grinds his cock in my pussy and the combination is more than I can take.

I come in a matter of seconds, clenching around them both, making them groan in unison. It doesn’t deter them though. They become a little braver, a little more forceful, fuck me together right through my orgasm.

“You look so beautiful, Harper,” Daxton croons, “so beautiful. You whip my fucking breath right away.”

The words do more to me than anything else. Little sparks of sensation bursting in my chest.

I cried for days when Daxton, Owen and Wyatt went back to college, when the fling between us ended. Then I dried my eyes and told myself I was being stupid. I couldn’t be in love with three men I’d only spent a few days with. It was hormones, teenage infatuation, a phase.

I was not in love.

Now I know that was a lie.

It was love.

And I realize I’m as much at risk of falling in love with Pack Stanton as I ever was.

In fact, it might already be too late.