Chapter Nineteen

Eve

It takes Marcus all of thirty seconds to intervene.

"I'm getting Baxter," he declares, stalking off.

We've already made it up the stairs and into the nest when Baxter catches up to us. Maybe we'd be more convincing if we weren't actively making out, grabbing at each other, because he growls loudly enough to scare us apart.

"Red," he says, lowly, "we talked about this."

"Her breasts hurts," Red practically whines. He puts his hand on one and I tremble, reinforcing the point. "And her body's begging for it, Bax."

For a second, Baxter's eyes gloss over, like he might succumb to the spell, but then he tears his gaze away from me. "If she wants to beg," he growls at last, "she'll have to use her words."

My breath catches, heat shooting to my core.

Fuck, I need this. I need it so, so bad. It's been way too long since my alphas have touched me— had me—properly. A knot here and there just isn't enough. My inner omega has known this all along, no matter how many times I tell her to shut her horny mouth.

"Can we?" I plead. "Please? I–it can be gentle. But I need it. Need you."

Red groans, yanking at his zipper. Baxter shoots him a glare.

Our head alpha is quiet a moment longer, restraint flexing in his tendons. His amber eyes darken with an alpha's hunger.

"Get Thorn," he orders.

Red snaps up. " Now ?"

Apparently the question doesn't warrant a response, as Baxter prowls forward, brushing his packmate aside. Red bites back a growl, or maybe it's a whimper, before stumbling off.

Must be hard to get anywhere with that obscene hard-on between his legs …

"Here?" Baxter murmurs, the words rumbling up from his chest, his fingers feathering over my breasts. "This where you need me, omega?"

"Mm," I moan. Here, and there, and everywhere. All fucking over .

"If this is happening," he tells me, "I need you to lie still and let your alphas do all the work."

He slips down the thin straps of my sundress, exposing one breast, then another. No bra—the bodice doesn't really call for one. That's the whole reason I chose to put it on this morning.

" Fuck ," I think I hear him curse, but he covers the sound with a kiss.

Before I know it, he's stripped me down, laying me bare on the nest. My legs part instinctively.

"Woah!" A voice exclaims from the doorway. My hazy eyes find Marcus standing there, pink in the face. "What's going on?"

Baxter musters the self-control to respond, "It's alright. I've got it handled."

"Where's Red?" he demands.

Right on cue, footsteps tear up the stairs. Thorn arrives first, pushing past Marcus to kneel next to me on the bed. His black eyes skim my naked body.

I blush. "Hi."

The corner of his lip twitches in response.

Red tumbles in behind him. "I got Thorn," he pants.

Marcus is growing more incredulous by the minute. "Just hold up!" He stares at Baxter. "You and Thorn, fine, but all three of you? Together? I can't let you do this."

My inner omega cringes, suddenly ashamed of my rosy, aching nipples, and the way my inner thighs are slicking up.

Thorn rises. "You'd give our head alpha orders?"

Baxter lifts a hand—one less hand that's touching me, making me cringe harder. "It's alright. Red's only here to watch."

Now it's Red's turn to be outraged. "What?"

"You're welcome to do the same," Baxter continues, staring at Marcus more intently. "Invite Riley up, too, if she needs a break."

"What we need is not the issue," Marcus returns, somehow shaking off Thorn's glare.

"You're right," Baxter swiftly answers. "But Eve has already made her needs clear."

Yes, I want to nod, to scream, to cry. Need alphas. Need to be touched.

"Poor omega," Thorn croons, kneeling beside me once more. "Have we been neglecting you?"

Marcus shakes his head, but one more glance from Thorn silences him. His reluctance is almost convincing enough for me to rein myself in, if not for this innate doubt—why would I be feeling so needy, and responding so strongly, if it wasn't natural?

"We'll be careful," I promise him, trying not to slur my words. "Really careful."

Marcus locks eyes with me. It lasts for all of two seconds, his sapphire irises void their trademark glitter. He turns before I can beg him not to go, even closing the door behind him.

"You're okay, little one," Baxter murmurs, soothing my whimpers. "He's just worried."

"He know we'll take care of you," Thorn adds.

Red huffs. "Remind me why I'm not part of this equation?"

"Because we're keeping things slow and controlled," Baxter tells him. "Neither of which you're up to right now."

Whatever arguments Red is about to conjure falter as he stares down at his cock, already in his fist. When did he even manage to get his pants off ?

Before I can actually start writhing, Baxter descends, trailing his fingers between my breasts, down my front, until he finds my pulsing center. I jerk up into his touch, only for Thorn to pin me down.

At my hazy shock, Baxter smiles. "Pretty sure I told you to lie still."

Any arguments I have dissolve into whimpering cries as Thorn's mouth finds my breast. He tongues the swollen bud, measuring my reactions with every new bit of pressure.

"Mm," he hums against me. "There we go."

He's found it. The perfect intensity, the perfect speed, to make me tingle all over.

Baxter chooses this moment to slip his middle finger between my legs, gliding into me.

"Oh!" I jolt. "God!"

"Shh …" Thorn murmurs, his coarse, deft hand massaging my other breast. "Take it easy, omega."

Baxter purrs in agreement. "Just let it wash over you."

I try to take a deep breath, remembering Marcus's face before he left the room. Remembering the doctor's advice. My alphas are being so good to me, giving me exactly what I'm asking for without letting me exert myself. It's only fair that I show them the same consideration.

Finally, I let my head fall back into the pillow. There's movement in my periphery—Red leaning against the bed, pumping himself in long, tight strokes. The sight of his knot, just beginning to swell, makes my mouth water.

"Can I—?" I start to ask.

"Not today," Baxter says, casting a sly smile over at Red. "Red's a big boy. He can take of himself."

I can see that, I almost moan.

Thorn's lips on my breasts and Baxter's fingers in my pussy compose a perfect symphony of pleasure. I don't know how much longer I can last like this, with my most sensitive places being gently summoned to climax.

Thorn trails his kisses up to my shoulder, smoothing over his bite mark. He uses both hands to massage my chest, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Don't fight it," he says in my ear.

I don't think I could if I wanted to—especially not when Baxter pushes in just that little bit deeper, his thumb landing flat on my clit.

He need only speak the words—" Come , omega"—for me to give in.

I shatter around him, never more glad to be broken.

In pieces.

"Ah," I gasp, still trembling. My fingers are in the sheets, almost cramping with how tightly I've been squeezing.

"God fuck ," Red groans, spurting into his palm.

Faintly, my inner omega whines, upset that he'd deprive me of his come, but then I see his blissed-out face, and it fills me only with joy.

Hang on a minute … I reach a hand down to Baxter and another to Thorn. One look tells me they're both straining at their pants, needing their own release.

"We're okay," Baxter chuckles, following my gaze. "Just breathe now, little one."

"But …" I frown. "Red got to."

"Mm-hm. Privileges of ‘look, don't touch'."

Red turns a deeper shade of pink, no doubt reminded of his earlier outrage.

Thorn is kissing me before I can argue, his hands loosening up around my chest. I sigh against his lips, hoping he can taste my gratitude.

"Feeling better, huh?" Red grins.

I nod dreamily. My thoughts return to Marcus, wondering what he's doing, what he's thinking, if he's upset with me. A part of me wants to ask someone to go and get him so I can explain myself, but the other part isn't sure I'm even ready to have that conversation.

Already feeling like I've let him down.