Chapter Eleven

Desie

The smell of gasoline and smoke rips me out of the safety of sleep and my heart jumps into my throat when I open my eyes to find that Michael and Ben are the source. They"re happy, though. Not anxious or exhausted. Just happy and calm.

"What happened?" Seth snaps. He throws off the blankets and stalks across the room to look over the twins. He touches their foreheads and turns their heads side to side looking for any sign of hurt. He lifts their hands and inspects them too, bringing them up to smell them. "What did you do?"

They look at each other and nod. "It had to go," Michael says.

"What had to go? Ben?"

"The Back House."

Seth looks from Ben back to Michael. "Are you okay?"

They nod.

"Was anyone there?"

"No," Ben answers. "We made sure."

"You said you were going for a drive."

"We did go for a drive," Michael smiles.

Seth isn"t impressed. Neither am I.

"You lied," I frown.

Two sets of identical brown eyes snap to mine. "No," Michael says, no longer smiling. "We just didn"t want you to worry or be upset."

I look at Seth standing so stiffly, still looking over them to make sure they"re alright. "We"re upset, Michael. We"re worried. You should have told us."

Ben sighs. "You would have wanted to go, and we couldn"t let you. It wouldn"t have been safe."

"You went," I counter. "What if something had happened to you? How would we have known? You would have just not come home." Ben looks away from me and Michael rubs at the back of his neck.

Seth pauses abruptly, a cold wave of dread passing quickly through his bond. "You would have left us. For what?"

Michael sits on the edge of the dresser, looking at the floor. "It had to go. It caused so much hurt and damage. It almost destroyed us, Des. We had to destroy it."

"What if something had happened, Michael? Seth and I wouldn"t have any idea. What if you had been burned? What if the building fell on you? What if someone was there waiting for you? Anything could have happened and you were willing to leave me alone."

"Desie. Listen," Ben says softly, walking around the bed to pull my hand into his. "Nothing happened to us. We"re okay."

The scent of gasoline and soot is strong enough to make me gag. I hate it. I"ve always hated for them to smell like fire. It makes me think about every terrible thing that could happen to them, even things that have nothing to do with fires. "But it could have, Benjamin. You were willing to leave us."

"It"s no different than fire season," Michael adds. "It"s no different than when we go out on assignments. We always come home to you. We"re alright. We needed to do it. We couldn"t let it stand. Please try to understand."

"I understand," Seth says, his voice choked. "I do. But you should have told us. We would have gone with you. Don"t do that again. If it"s something important to you, we"ll work through it; but don"t keep us in the dark. Just because you didn"t technically lie to us doesn"t mean it doesn"t feel like you did."

Everyone is quiet for a long minute, then Michael walks over and puts his hand on Seth"s shoulder. "I"m sorry." He looks over at me. "I"m sorry."

"I"m sorry too," Ben says, bringing my palm to his lips.

Forgiving them is as natural as breathing. They have made many mistakes over the years and they"re always quick to admit they were wrong and just as quick to apologize. Seth nods at Michael and then everything is okay.

"Go take a shower," I wrinkle my nose at them. "You can"t come to bed smelling like that."

~

I"m going to kill them if they don"t let me breathe. I know that Seth is worried, and I am well aware that Ben and Michael have been waiting for the opportunity to watch me like this for as long as I can remember, but I can"t turn my head without hitting one of them with my hair. The only time they"re more than a few feet away from me is when I"m at work, and even then one, two, or all three of them are there keeping watch.

I get it. I really, really do. After Flores took us, and with Seth"s traumatic history, it"s only natural that they would be this protective. This isn"t sustainable, though. Seth has been consistently called into WCC meetings or calls, and the twins are growing restless with nothing to do but watch me. They haven"t gone back to the station. The captain won"t let them come back even to do paperwork or wash the trucks until they"ve been cleared medically and psychologically. Neither Michael or Ben have ever been very inclined to seek medical advice and they"d rather eat a pile of rocks than talk to a therapist, so they"re obviously not in a rush to try to get cleared for duty.

Still, they"re driving me crazy, and not in the way I"d like. I"m seven weeks into this pregnancy and I have begun to trade out the hormones that make me throw up for the ones that make me want to have sex. I don"t know if every omega feels this way, but I"m beginning to think this might turn into something that feels like one long heat cycle without losing myself to it. It is either going to be very fun or very frustrating.

"Ready to go home?" Ben asks, leaning over the counter of the nurse"s station. Michael and Seth are standing up and stretching in front of the row of seats at the end of the hall. "We were thinking pizza for dinner."

My stomach growls at the thought of it and Ben laughs at me. "Let me finish these inputs and we can get out of here. Want to call it in?"

"We thought you might like to eat in the restaurant. Get a table. Order drinks. Get an appetizer or two."

I bite at my bottom lip and weigh sitting in a booth with the twins and Seth for a couple hours against picking up a couple pizzas on the way home and then spending the rest of the night in a cozy naked tangle with them. "I think I"d like to pick it up on the way home, if that"s alright with you guys."

The corner of Ben"s mouth lifts as his nostrils flare. "It"s more than alright."

Michael calls in the order while I finish my inputs and gather my things. There are lots of small smiles and lingering touches on the way to the parking garage, and as soon as Seth folds himself into the back seat with me I climb into his lap. He grips my thighs and pulls me tighter against him, not satisfied until his erection is pressed firmly against me.

"I"m not fucking you going down the road," he purrs. "Well, I want to. But it"s not safe. I"m going to kiss you and then you"re going to slide over there and put on your seat belt."

I put my hands on the back of the seat and lean into him for the kiss. His hands move from my thighs to my hips, urging me to grind myself against him until I"m gasping into the kiss. Michael starts the car, but Seth doesn"t try to get me into my own seat. He lets out a soft, rolling growl, causing me to release a flood of slick, and lifts his hips to press himself even tighter against me.

"I thought I had to buckle up," I tease.

"You do." He tilts his hips and drags me across his length. "In a minute."

Ben laughs from the front seat. "We"re not far from the pizza place. Think you can make it happen by then?"

Seth groans and kisses down the front of my neck. "It"s dangerous." But he still doesn"t make any move to put me safely into my own seat. "How long until we get there?"

"Fifteen or twenty minutes, depending on traffic. Michael is a very safe driver. He might even avoid the bumps."

Seth groans again and looks up at me. "God, I want to. But it"s too dangerous."

I grind against him again and graze his earlobe with my teeth. "I rode Ben while we were riding in the car." He tilts his head, giving me access to the side of his neck, and I lick and nip a path down to his shoulder.

"That was different." He sucks in a breath when I suck a mark right where his shoulder meets his neck. "You were having a heat spike. You needed it."

"I need it now," I whisper, and lift up off of him just enough to reach down and pry open the button on his jeans, humming against his skin when I feel how hard he is. I don"t want to wait till we get home. I need him inside me now. Precum leaks from his swollen head when I wrap my fingers around him and give him a slow stroke.

Seth"s grip on my hips tightens and he groans again. "And I need you to be safe. Please, darlin. We"ll be home soon. I"d die if something happened to you because I couldn"t wait until we"re not diving down the road to fuck you."

I guess he"s right, but I don"t like it. Sighing, I climb off of him and sit in the seat next to him. I dutifully pull on the seat belt, glancing over at his still hard cock. It would have been difficult to get these pants off anyway. He starts to tuck himself back inside his jeans, but I can"t stand the thought of him forcing himself back behind the constriction of his zipper.

"Wait."

He pauses, lifting a brow in question.

"Don"t put it away. We"ve got a whole twenty minutes until we get there to pick up the pizza, and then another twenty until we get home."

Ben laughs from the front seat. "Take it slow, Michael. This is going to be a fun ride."

I catch Michael"s eyes in the rear view mirror. "Don"t you dare. Get us home fast."

By the time we park in front of the house Seth is so hard that he"s twitching with every heartbeat. Every time I stroke up the length of him he curses and thrusts his hips, chasing my touch. He reaches over and releases my seat belt before Michael even kills the engine and I"m out of the car before anyone else. I rush to the door to unlock it and leave it open for the boys to follow me inside. As much as I wanted to jump into bed with them the minute we got home, now that I"m here I don"t think I can do it without a shower. We"ve been at the hospital all day and I have been active with patients. I don"t generally work with anyone other than mothers and babies, but I still need to scrub the hospital off of me.

I leave a trail of clothes behind me on the way to the shower and turn on the hot water. Seth, unsurprisingly, is the first one to join me. Without saying a word he starts helping me scrub down, lingering over lathering all his favorite places. Then it"s his turn and I make sure to leave his cock for last. The soap makes it so easy to glide my hands over him, one after the other, base to tip. Then I reach behind it with one hand to swirl my fingertips across his balls and he grunts, wrapping his hand around my wrist. "Don"t stop," he rasps. "Keep going."

I smile and keep at it, but just as Seth starts thrusting into my hands Ben comes into the bathroom and pulls back the shower curtain. He"s naked and already hard when he gets into the tub behind me."Don"t stop on my account," he smiles, reaching around and behind Seth for the soap.

It"s tight with all three of us in here. Ben brushes wetly against me with every movement and I"ve moved so close to Seth that his cock and my hand stroking it are smashed between our slick bodies. Michael might not fit, not and be able to do much more than stand in here with us, and that realization spins me unexpectedly into a wave of disappointment. "We need a bigger shower."

"For all of us," Ben says, sliding his palms up my sides and round to grasp my breasts.

"We"ll get one installed," Seth mumbles, still moving his hips with my strokes.

Ben leans down to gently rake his teeth across one of my marks and my knees nearly buckle. "Want us to fuck you in here, baby? Like me and Michael do? He"ll have to bend his knees a little more, but we can do it. We won"t let you slip."

It would feel so good to bend over and let Ben open me up so he and Seth can both be inside me, but I"ve been thinking about riding Seth for too long. I"m not about to miss the opportunity to have Ben in the shower, though. "Not this time," I say. "Just you."

I lift my foot onto the side of the tub and push my hips back, lifting slightly to give Ben easier access, and put my hand on Seth"s arm to help me balance. I look up into his hooded expression and lick my lips. "Don"t finish. I want you in the bed."

He groans again, deeper than he has this whole time, and wraps his arm around my waist. "I"ll try, Desir"ee, but fuck."

"You can do it, Seth." I smile up at him and put a kiss on his chest.

Ben drags his hands back down to my hips and grips them firmly before he slides slowly inside me. It doesn"t matter how many times he"s done it, every single time there"s a delicious stretch that I"m addicted to. Usually he starts off slow, easy, but not this time. This time he pushes until he"s as deep as this position allows and he only gives me a moment to enjoy the feeling of being full of him before he pulls out and thrusts all the way back in. He gives me firm, steady, deep thrusts, over and over again, drawing gasps and moans from me while I lean into Seth, stroking him in time with Ben"s pace.

"Fuck," Seth growls, and keeps repeating as Ben drives me closer and closer to climax. His hips jerk every time I make a sound for Ben and he hisses or growls every time I circle my fist around his sensitive head.

Ben reaches around to grasp one of my breasts with one hand and slides his other hand between my body and Seth"s to stroke my swollen clit and I moan as I bite into Seth"s chest.

"Hurry, Ben," Seth gasps. "Please, hurry."

Ben laughs and captures my nipple between his fingertips, making me whine as he twirls it between them. "You ready to cum, Desie? Seth sounds ready for you to cum."

"Yes," I hiss, pushing my hips back against him and tightening my hand around Seth.

"Ben," Seth rasps. "Fuck."

Ben laughs again and picks up his rhythm, thrusting faster, making the water from the shower splash between us every time his hips slap against me. Seth"s grip on my wrist is almost too intense as he tries to slow down my touch.

"I need you to cum, darlin," Seth grits. "I need you to cum all over Ben"s cock. Then I"m going to haul you out of this bathtub so I can fuck you. God, I need you so bad. I can"t take it much longer. Fuck."

My knees threaten to buckle again. I love hearing Seth say things like that. It makes me burn in the best way. "I want to finish with Ben," I groan.

Seth closes his eyes and clenches his jaw. "Hurry the fuck up, Ben."

Ben moves his hands back to my hips and holds them tightly as he thrusts inside me almost violently. He snaps his hips faster, urgently driving inside me while I cry out his name. It only takes a minute more for me to go over the edge into orgasm and I hold tight to Seth as my body jerks with the intensity of it.

"Good girl," Ben purrs, thrusting deeply one last time before his own orgasm has him growling curses.

Seth doesn"t give me time to come down or turn off the water before he does exactly what he said he was going to do. He bends down and scoops me up and carefully steps over the edge of the tub and out onto the bathmat. He doesn"t take the time to dry either of us off, he just carries me down the hall to our bedroom and drops me onto the bed.

He uses his body to press me into the mattress, pushing my knees apart and up, spreading me wide. I"m just about to complain about getting the blankets wet when he thrusts inside me as far as he can, sighing with relief. And just when I"m about to express how happy I am about it, he quickly rolls us so that I"m astride him. "Fuck yes," he groans, and shoves my hips down.

I wanted to ride him but he"s controlling my movements. He pushes and pulls my hips, grinding me against and onto him, lifting his own hips to keep himself as deeply inside me as possible. Then he starts talking.

"I almost couldn"t wait, Desir"ee. I wanted to fuck you in the car, but couldn"t. I wanted to turn you around and shove my cock inside you in the shower, but you wanted Ben to do it. And that"s okay. I want you to want Ben to fuck you. But I had to watch him do it." He pauses to lift me off of him. "I had to watch the water dripping and splashing off of you, and I had to listen to the sounds you made bouncing off the walls. I had to stand there and let you jerk me off while he fucked you and I"ve been so hard for so long." He roughly pushes me back down, causing my eyes to roll back. "I wanted to cum all over you while he fucked you. Then I wanted to turn you around and fuck you myself and call in Michael to switch with Ben."

It"s almost too much. I"m so sensitive after my orgasm with Ben, and listening to Seth tell me all the things he was thinking about makes me want them too.

"I love this," he continues. "I love that we can share you like this. Give me your hand." I hold out my hand and he guides it down to where his knot is nudging my entrance. "Feel my knot? It"s keeping Ben inside you. It was like this when you were in heat. I don"t know if you remember it, but we took turns keeping you full of us. I always want you to be full of us."

I close my eyes and try to remember. I"m not usually able to remember my heats, not in detail, and this is no different. But I have a vague, fuzzy memory of him saying something similar about keeping me full. Based on how it makes me feel now, I can only imagine how I responded when I was in actual heat.

Seth"s knot is so swollen and hot to the touch that when I reach a little further and circle my fingers around it, he throws his head back. "Yes, fuck," he snarls, then bellows, "Michael!"

Within moments Michael is in the doorway. "Everything okay?"

I turn my head to look at him. He and Ben are identical in every way but a couple slight and significant differences, but their personalities are a huge difference. Where Ben would have sauntered into the room and sat next to us on the bed, Michael stays in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. I let my gaze drag down to his feet and back up, licking my lips, and he winks at me when I meet his eyes again.

"I want you to knot her," Seth growls. "I won"t last much longer, but I want you to knot her."

A slow smile pulls at Michael"s lips. "Like when she was in heat?"

I"ve been imagining what happens when I"m lost to my heat for as long as I"ve been having them. Ben and Michael have told me as much as they can, but I"ve never had a demonstration. "Is that what happens?"

Michael"s smile turns into a grin. "Oh yeah. Especially during the last one."

I suppose I"m going to be one of those pregnant women with an exaggerated sex drive because I definitely want that demonstration. "Yes," I gasp, clenching around Seth. "Let"s do that now."

"The pizza will get cold," Michael smirks.

Seth shoves me down again, rolling his hips so that my clit grinds against him. "I"ll warm it up. Cum for me, darlin."

Michael gets on his knees behind me and I have half a second to wonder where he"s putting his legs and feet before he reaches around to palm my breasts. He catches Seth"s pace and starts moving with it, tweaking and rolling my nipples and moving his own hips in time with Seth"s thrusts. He moves up so that his chest is against my back, his skin brushing warmly against mine and his length digging into my lower back, and my eyes roll back on a groan. I imagine what we must look like and I groan again. "Seth, Michael. Please."

"You"re almost there, Desir"ee," Seth purrs. "Just a little more and you can have everything you want."

Between Seth and Michael, I find that little bit more in the next few breaths, right before Seth snarls and drives into me one last time, baring his teeth through his release. He reaches up and wraps his fingers in my hair to pull me down for a kiss that is in direct contrast to the intensity of his orgasm. Then he shifts under me, making me frown into his kiss; but Michael is right there to take his place and the difference between them makes me gasp. Michael is gentle when he pushes inside me and I feel the very edge of a wince no matter how careful he"s being with me. I"m probably going to be very sore after this and I"m very glad that I have the next three days off of work. That thought isn"t enough to stop me from wanting Michael"s knot, though.

Seth presses his forehead against mine. "I"ll be right back with dinner."

I might pass right out after dinner. A rabid libido isn"t enough to combat the exhaustion beginning to wind around me.

"Don"t worry, baby," Michael purrs, gripping my hips to stabilize us as Seth moves from underneath me. "I can feel how tired you are. I know you need this, but you need rest, too. We"ll take care of you." Then he starts a gentle rhythm, sliding his length inside me slowly and carefully, over and over again, and I forget all about how tender I"m going to be later.

Michael bends over me to kiss one of the marks on my shoulder and whisper against my skin. "It"s a little different now. When you"re in heat you won"t let us be easy like this. You want everything we"ve got every single time. It"s all we can do to keep up with what you need. I love it. I"m so glad you want us like this now, I was worried you wouldn"t feel up to it." He licks across the mark, causing my body to jerk against him. "Tell me if this is too much." Then he starts pushing his knot past my entrance.

The stretch has me hissing, gasping, digging my fingers into the sheets and blankets. "Don"t stop, Michael," I moan, arching back into him. "Don"t stop."

He kisses the side of my neck and circles his hips, working his knot deeper. "Never. Not as long as you want it."

When he"s seated deep inside me, he switches from a gentle circling to a slow rocking motion. Every movement forces him to press or rub deliciously inside me and I find myself whimpering his name with almost every breath.

"I love hearing you say my name like that, Desie," he purrs. "Don"t stop. Don"t ever stop."

I feel his knot swell just a little more and then his hips stutter with his orgasm. He kisses my back between my shoulder blades and runs his hands over my sides as he purrs his contentment. I"m purring, too. This is exactly what I needed.

I don"t know how I can do this for a week, though. My thighs are trembling and my insides are twitching. It"s no wonder we"re all so exhausted when my heat lifts.

"Move with me," Michael says softly, using my hip to pull me down with him so that we"re both lying on our sides. "Do you think it will hurt anything?"

"Hurt anything?"

"My knot. All this fucking we just did. Is it too much? Will it hurt you or the baby? We haven"t knotted you since your heat and I don"t know."

I"d laugh if I wasn"t so exhausted. "No, Michael. It won"t hurt anything. If anything it helps. We"ll have to be more careful towards the last few weeks, but it shouldn"t hurt anything."

"Good," he sighs. "Because I don"t think I"m going to be able to keep my hands off of you when you really start showing."