22. ELLIE

ELLIE

Dinner passes in a flurry of laughter and stories of how Macon and Savin met and many of the incidents they’ve been through. Their life in the public eye became one of the main topics, including when Savin stepped away from the limelight. Sadness overshadowed that part of the conversation but I realized that as much as everyone wanted to see these wonderful men in all their glory, I wanted the true version of them. The reality, the nitty gritty. The personas outside of the public eye revealed themselves with every second we spent together and I found men I could trust.

I found men that would be so fucking easy to fall in love with.

By the time we made our way over to the couch with mint blueberry gelato and a strawberry shortcake that looked like it cost a fortune, I couldn’t imagine a life without these two.

Unfortunately, I still don’t know how to tell if it’s infatuation or true emotion.

I scrape the bottom of my bowl, pleasantly surprised to have enjoyed Savin’s favorite dessert, even more so when it soothes my upset stomach. Macon turned his nose up at it, finding the cake a proper substitute. Someone lays a hand on my ankle and I look up to see Macon reaching across Savin to grab my attention. “Ellie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking.” My eyes widen as Savin’s scent sweetens, my attention turning to the Omega between us who is nearly vibrating. His arousal hits me next, a low groan falling from my lips. “That’s… a rush.” My nipples pebble against the large shirt and I’m tempted to shove my hand down my pants to relieve the sudden need. People have explained what being around an Omega in heat is like but this is nothing like stepping into Savin’s room earlier.

Savin rolls on over to me, doling out sloppy kisses as he grabs the waistband of my shorts, intending to undress me without another thought. Macon holds him back by the scruff of his neck, the Omega hovering over me half-naked, both of their control wavering. “Ellie, is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

The word is barely out of my mouth before Savin has my pants down, his cock out, and is sliding into me, my thighs tightly pressed into his waist. The movement has us sliding onto the floor, Savin wildly pumping in and out of my pussy as he chases an orgasm. Sweat beads on his forehead and the best I can do is hold onto him. His hands move to grab my tits, playing with them and I groan, the sensitivity shooting a mixture of pain and pleasure through me.

My fingers dig into his back as I shatter around his cock, Savin still furiously fucking into me as he lets go. The poor Omega is still snapping his hips against mine, the squelch of our release easing the slide.

“Knot, knot, knot,” Savin begins to chant, those expressive eyes wild and unhinged as he takes the pleasure he needs. Macon saddles up against his back, slowing his movements with a firm grip on his hip. Savin’s whimpers and cries begin to heighten as his perfume floods the room. A smile of wonder and happiness spreads across Macon’s face as he bends over his Omega’s shoulder to meet my gaze.

I look at him through half-lidded eyes, half gone already and seconds away from another orgasm. “Hi, Alpha.” The word just slips from my lips but it feels right.

“Hey, baby girl. You ready for more?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s not an answer because Savin needs a knot. He’s also not done with you yet so I was planning to fuck Savin deeper into you until I hear both of you screaming my name.”

Savin is in immediate agreement, wiggling between us, throwing me over the edge. My head falls back to the carpet as I cling to him, my body shaking with pleasure. His lips dip to my throat, sucking on my gland and drawing out the orgasm. Macon is still waiting for an answer but I can’t focus on anything other than the way my pussy seems to suck Savin farther in, milking him dry until we’re both whimpering for more.

“Yes, fuck me. Fuck us,” I say, my words on the edge of a purr. Savin’s eyes grow wide as his body stills and I know the moment Macon pushes inside of him by the way Savin nearly flops on top of me. “Your Alpha’s cock feels good, doesn’t it?” He nods furiously as he resumes his assault on my neck. His hands migrate into my hair, tugging downward so my head angles up, Macon taking the opportunity to steal a kiss.

I’m overwhelmed and smothered by these men and I’m not sure I’d want it any other way. Macon swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, nibbling on my piercings before thrusting fully into Savin. The Alpha swallows my scream of pleasure as Savin’s cock hits an entirely new place, my pussy spasming and crying out for more.

“I got you, baby,” Macon purrs as he pulls out and then thrusts back in, flattening Savin between us. I’m not even sure if he’s talking to me or his Omega but I don’t care. The whispered praises that fall so easily from his lips have me believing that there”s a third orgasm on the horizon. They’ll have to pull it out of me, though, because I can barely move. Savin is lost to his heat, feverish and trembling as he comes again but doesn’t stop pumping.

Mostly because he can’t, Macon directing his movements until the last plunge has me screaming a mixture of their names, scraping at Savin’s back and Macon’s arms. This orgasm isn’t just pleasure, it’s ecstasy and fireworks morphed into an explosion as my entire body responds.

When Macon comes, his grunt becomes something of a roar before his lips descend to the bite mark on Savin’s shoulder. This feels like a claiming, a primal ceremony between three mates. Even if I haven’t given them my heart, I know it will be absolutely impossible to tear myself away. Two weeks isn’t going to tell me anything I don’t know.

These men are mine. I just have to get my brain on the same boat.

Macon carefully pulls Savin off of me, the loss of his cock allowing his cum to seep out onto the carpet. I squeeze my legs together, my cheeks heating when I look over at these men, Macon chuckling at my embarrassment. “Maybe next time we’ll bring out the toys.”

I only remember the gag that Savin held up that one night but I can only imagine the ‘toys’ they play with. Macon’s switch into that dominant persona only scrapes the surface, I’m sure. Savin sleepily throws out his arm, gesturing for me to snuggle into his chest. If I thought about it, I would realize how much they’ve already accepted me. I’m here, during his heat, not only allowed to participate but allowed to stay.

Strong arms pull me out of a blissful nap and I find myself curled into Macon’s chest as he carries me down the hall. He smiles down at me, heading for the guest bedroom beside the nest, and doesn’t stop until we’re in the attached bathroom. He sets me down on the toilet and turns on the shower. I frown, looking out into the room and then back at Macon.

That glorious tattoo on his back is staring at me, my eyes dipping unashamedly to his muscled ass and thick thighs. He’s an absolute work of art and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me again. There’s just one problem.

“Why are we in here and not the nest?” Those stupid voices in my head tell me that I’m not worth it or all the words Macon told me before dinner didn’t mean anything. I stuff them down and wait for Macon to explain, knowing there’s a reason.

He sticks his hand under the spray, steam rising off his skin. Macon nods and then throws out a hand to me, which I take and follow him into the shower. I let out a little groan as the warm water hits my back. I wasn’t even aware of how sore I was but this feels good.

The Alpha pulls my hair up into a little bun to keep it out of the way and I murmur my thanks. Washing my hair is too much of a chore for me at the moment. I lean against Macon’s chest, relaxing when his hands slide around my waist and hold me there. “Sweetheart, I didn’t take you into the nest because I can feel how overstimulated you are. You want this but you’re overwhelmed and I agreed not to push. If I brought you in there, Savin would demand you stay and both you and I are weak where his wants are concerned.”

He kisses the top of my head before grabbing a bottle off the shelf and pouring a healthy amount into his hand. Lavender explodes in the room as his hands begin to work down my back, massaging out knots I didn’t even know were there. I bury my face farther into his chest, content to just be here.

“Whether you stay or go, that’s your choice, sweetheart. This room is set up if you need it or if you want to join us in the nest, that’s fine too.” A little moan slips through my lips as his hands meet my waist, digging into the sore muscles. I don’t answer because I’m not sure what he wants to hear. Macon sighs as he kisses the top of my head again. “Let’s try this. I won’t get mad so long as you tell me the truth. Tell me what you need. Tell me what isn’t working, what is. This relationship can’t move forward if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Guilt runs through me as I pull away from him, looking for the soap so I can finish washing myself. For as much as I love Macon’s hands on me, I don’t deserve them. Not when I’m keeping the biggest secret of all from them. Macon watches me, amused as I furiously scrub myself down with the same soap he used. He grabs some for himself and he absolutely makes a point of dragging his hands down his chest and to his cock, pumping slowly for my pleasure.

My breath hitches in my throat as I stare, my body heating up from the inside as he continues the slow, languid pace. His muscles tightening and stretching, the veins in his hand and arm twisting and thickening until I’m panting, waiting for the finish line. The erotic sight before me keeps me locked in place until Macon grunts through his release, whispering my name in the process.

Which just makes me feel even more guilty.

Tears gather in my eyes as I bite my lip, knowing that I need to tell them. I just can’t bring myself to do it when this relationship is less than a day old. Will they throw me out if they find out I’m pregnant? Or will they demand that I become a bonded mate? I can’t foresee any good coming of it if I announce it now. Goddess, I’m so wishy-washy.

“I… I think I need to go home. I need to study and then I have a shift. I’ll be back on Monday to clean.” It sounds weird when I put it like that. Working for the men that I’m dating. My nose scrunches up as I rinse off and switch with Macon so that he can wash up as well. Moments later, I’m hurriedly drying myself off as if I need to rush home. Anxiety swirls in my chest and it isn’t until Macon is wrapped around me again that I can breathe. Hormones? Bonds? Who the fuck knows at this point.

“Relax, Ellie.” He sits on the toilet, a towel wrapped around his waist as he pulls me a little closer. “Sweetheart, breathe. I didn’t mention this before because I knew Savin would try to guilt you into it but I don’t want you to clean our house. No, just listen to me. As honorable as it is trying to keep that part of your life separate, it’s going to be nearly impossible. I have a job opening that I think you would be suitable for if you want it.” He chuckles at my confusion as he brings me closer until I’m hitting his knees, his hands settled on my hips. “Savin needs a handler. I do most of this but with my schedule, it’s hard to keep him on track.”

“Like a PA?”

“Exactly like that. It would only require whatever work you’re comfortable with, whether it be helping him practice lines for the occasional commercial or helping him work through his obligations per his contract.” Macon snorts and then sighs, his shoulders falling. “Ellie, you’re thinking too much. I know this is new and maybe I am pushing but I can feel that you belong with us, that you’re ours. However, I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into. We’re not all sunshine and roses like the press puts out. You’ve seen for yourself firsthand how easily Savin’s mood changes based on how he’s feeling.”

“There’s been someone before me, hasn’t there?” I’m a little jealous but I try to mask the emotion and fail spectacularly.

“There was. They didn’t last. They picked and chose when to give Savin and me attention. They tried to ignore the hard moments. They wanted a proper Omega and we both know that Savin is anything but.” Macon’s smile widens across his face as his thumbs caress my lower belly. I’m sure he can feel the slight roundness there but there’s no way he’d be able to determine why.

I narrow my gaze at him because this conversation requires way more clothes. I wrap my arms around my chest, trying to figure out the right words. This position would give me more time with Savin but it would also take me slightly out of my comfort zone. Asking Macon if I can just clean his house seems in poor taste so I ask something else. “Can I think about it?”

“That’s all I can ask. Let’s get you in some clothes and then I’ll walk you out. I’m not sure how long we have until Savin has another flare-up.” Macon stands and leads me into the bedroom before pulling a few items out of the dresser beside the bed. It’s just so easy with him. Many other Alphas are confrontational. They take and demand. Not Macon, though. He asks and then he accepts my answer. No fights. No gaslighting. Nothing other than just ”okay”.

“Do… do I need to stay?”

Macon hands me a shirt and a pair of pants. They’re nearly my size so I assume they’re Savin’s. “Sweetheart, the question isn’t if you need to. It’s if you want to. I don’t want to scare you but as you’ve seen, it isn’t all roses with him. His heats are never easy. Sometimes they’re painful. Sex doesn’t soothe him. He can’t handle our touch. He runs hot and cold. And other times he’s ravenous. But his body can barely handle the stress. I’m telling you because I need you to understand that it’s more than just a relationship. Savin is everything to me and I want someone who can match his energy.” He blows out a deep breath, tilting his head to the side as he studies my expression. “You want us to show you that it’s more than just bonds. This is part of that. Do you want to stay or do you feel like it would be an obligation?” He’s laying it all out there for me, revealing a piece of themselves that I’m sure the public doesn’t know.

He really wants this to work.

So do I.

“Not an obligation. I just-”

“Go home and sleep, sweetheart. Text me when you get home so that I know you’re safe.” Macon waits for me to dress before walking me to the front door and kissing me one last time. It’s a promise for more, the guilt growing inside of me. I need to tell them. That two-week deadline is bullshit. I pull away, thrusting myself out the door with a little wave.

Next week. I’ll tell them next week.

I race home on my bike, only pausing when a shutter echoes in the darkness a few feet away from my apartment steps. I glance around, looking for the culprit but find none. Uneasiness settles in my gut that someone followed me home from the Astors.

But that can’t be true.

Can it?