34. Alina

My body is on fire.

My mind is borderline delirious.

And my heart… my heart is full.

Three men. Three fae. Three perfect mates.

I can feel each of them inside me in unique ways, our bonds all different yet similar at the same time. It's… amazing.

My soul feels content, at home, perfectly at peace. All while I'm surrounded by my favorite scents.

Ash. Fir trees. Fresh air.

Reaper. Flame. Orcus.

I shudder, my insides burning with renewed need. Orcus's mind helps me understand the sensation, his Alpha instincts telling me my heat is approaching quickly now.

Part of me is already losing my mind to the lust. However, my mates are keeping me grounded, helping me be an active participant and to consent.

That word warms my mind as I hear it in each of theirs—they want me to want this. To want them. To want more.

Especially Flame.

He's staring down at me with his violet eyes, his panther lurking on the edges with a hint of black surrounding his vibrant irises. His thoughts are focused on his barb, not because he's eager to be inside me, but because he wants to know if I'll accept him completely.

His inner animal wants to breed me.

Just like Orcus's Alpha instincts desire to do.

Reaper is the only one who is content with pleasure. Though, he's not opposed to the concept of seeing me with child, either.

All three men want to create a proper nest, to make a family together. And my heat cycle will allow us to do that.

There's no longer any doubt in my mind regarding who and what I am—I'm an Omega. My soul seems to have joined my mind, my instincts renewed and refreshed with my Mythos Fae heritage.

I have no idea how it's possible. Orcus is just as bewildered. But both of us accept the miracle. More than that, we intend to embrace it.

And part of that comes with the natural desire to create a life.

Flame brushes his nose against mine. "If you want this, then I need you to free my barb," he whispers.

It's a final act of understanding, one he wants me to control so I can physically and mentally consent to what's to come.

I love that he cares so much, that they all care this much.

They never wanted to force me into our mating. Yet I can feel how, deep down, they all knew this was inevitable, how their souls instantly recognized mine. It took effort for them to remain patient while my human mind accepted the inevitable.

But we're here now.

And I'm ready.

Very, very ready.

Flame smiles, clearly hearing that resolve in my mind. "Prove it," he dares me out loud. "Show us how ready you are, my panther queen."

I press my palms to his shoulders to nudge him off of me. He rolls to his back but keeps a hand on my hip to pull me with him. My legs straddle his on impulse, my core meeting his throbbing flesh.

And the piercings embedded there.

A tremble trickles down my spine, my insides pulsing with need. I rub against him, curious about the metallic ridges. His mind tells me what he wants me to do, but I counter that desire with one of my own.

I lift myself up and grab him by the base, wanting to feel the texture against my intimate flesh.

Flame groans as I place him at my entrance and slowly slide down, taking him all the way to the hilt. "Fuck, little panther… That feels… amazing."

It's a low growl of sound.

But it's punctuated by a hint of a plea in his mind, his inner animal begging me to release him. To let him be free for the first time in his existence.

Because Flame hasn't given his barb to anyone else. He's been waiting for his mate. For me.

I want to feel that part of him, to indulge in the experience and truly be his.

It'll be different from Orcus's knot, something the fae have already mentioned, but I can sense the difference in Flame's mind.

Now I just need to experience it.

I gradually pull myself off of his thick arousal and kiss a path down his abdomen, the motions natural despite being mostly new.

However, everything feels intrinsic. Like I was born for this. Like these fae were made for me.

Flame's abdomen clenches when I reach his groin, his animal riding him hard. I can hear the fight in his thoughts, as well as see it in his stiff form.

He's trying to contain his feral needs, just for a little longer.

But once I remove these piercings, he'll pounce.

And then I'll be in for the ride of my life.

Because Reaper is going to join him.

I can feel the intention radiating from my Death Fae mate as he goes to his knees behind me, his heat blanketing my back as he leans down to kiss my shoulder.

"Free his barb, pet," he says, a hint of a demand in his voice. "Then I want you to take him inside that sweet pussy while I fuck your ass."

I shudder, my thighs clenching in response.

Focus on Flame, little one,Orcus whispers into my mind. I want you to remember fucking him for the first time.

I swallow, my neck twisting as I meet his gaze. He's still standing by the bed, almost like he's guarding us while we play. You're holding back my heat.

Not exactly, he says, his eyes flashing crimson at me. It's more that I haven't issued my mating call yet. When I do, you'll fall into the full throes of your estrus.

And if you don't? I wonder.

Then what's happening now will continue until your body overtakes your mind,he tells me. Which will be very soon, Alina. So concentrate on Flame's cock. You need to feel his barb. And he needs you to feel it, too.

Fae, he's right.

This moment, this bonding, this final step, means everything. It's not just about us but about his jaguar, too. All that pent-up animalistic aggression needs an outlet.

And I'm that outlet.

I straddle his thick thighs, my hand once again on his base. Flame watches me from beneath hooded eyes as I bend to place a kiss against the weeping head. His arousal mingles with mine, tempting me into a lick that turns into an open-mouthed embrace.

A curse leaves him on a growl, his hands clenching the sheets at his sides.

But it's Reaper that fists my hair to push me down, forcing me to take Flame into the back of my throat. When I try to pull back up, he doesn't let me, his mouth suddenly at my ear again.

"You keep making him wait," Reaper says darkly. "So now you have to wait to breathe."

I squirm, something about that comment awakening a depraved need inside me.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" he continues. "Wanting something with your whole body and being unable to achieve it. That's how Flame feels right now. How he's felt since the moment he laid eyes on you. How we've all felt."

He slowly guides me back until I'm able to inhale, then roughly pushes me back down again.

Being connected to his mind tells me he's not trying to hurt me, but attempting to test my limits, to see what I like and don't like.

And, apparently, I like breath play—a term I learn from his mind—because his manhandling is making me burn even hotter inside.

He gently pulls me off of Flame, this time allowing him to completely fall free from my mouth. Then he kisses me hungrily and palms my cheek.

"No more teasing, pet. Free his barb," he tells me again. "Now."

Reaper guides my attention back to Flame, his hand shifting from my face to my nape before moving down to my hip, all while he remains behind me.

The whole interaction leaves me panting, and the sight of Flame's straining cock has my thighs flooding with want.

It's intense.

Overwhelming.

A pang inside that makes me borderline impatient.

But I force my hands to remain steady as I focus on the piercings.

"Grab the metal ball and twist," Flame instructs me, his purr underlining each word.

A purr that's making me even wetter between my legs.

Fae, I'm… I'm going to explode the moment he's inside me,I realize.

Between his purr and Reaper's mental commentary—all of which is filthy in nature—I'm on the verge of climax without either of them truly touching me.

And that's after all the other orgasms.

This is crazy,I think as I unscrew the ball from Flame's bar.

This is being an Omega,Orcus corrects. Now stop thinking and give Flame the attention he deserves.

Fae,that demand makes me want to bend over and suck Flame's cock again.

But I know that's not what Orcus means.

So I do what he commands and remove the first piercing.

"Help her with the other one," Flame says, his eyes on Reaper.

My Death Fae mate grabs my hand and guides my fingers to the ring. "You have to pop out the bead in the middle there." He runs my thumb over it before grabbing my other hand and pinches the metal loop part between my fingers. "Hold here while you do it, then slide it off of him."

It's probably the most technical commentary I've ever heard from him.

"Good girl," he says as I follow his instructions. "Now crawl up there and mount him."

Only, Flame is already reaching for me before I can even attempt to move, his grip bruising around my hips as he draws my lower half over his groin. "I need to be inside you," he tells me, the growl in his voice all animal.

He doesn't give me a chance to reply, just positions me and drives inside me in a harsh thrust that steals the air from my lungs.

"Fuck yes," Reaper says, his voice barely heard over Flame's aggressive growl.

I go to grab my Shifter Fae's shoulders, only to find myself suddenly being spun on the bed as he places his chest to my back and drives up into me from behind.

My lips part, my back arching at the impact.

Flame's palm is around my throat, his lips at my ear as his knees spread my legs even wider. "I'm taking you like this. Then I'm taking your ass. Reaper can watch."

My Death Fae grins in response, lounging on the bed beside us while he strokes his cock. "Fuck away," he says. "We'll tag-team next round."

"I call next round," Orcus interjects, his wings appearing at his back and stretching out on both sides. The sheer dominance in his voice and stance stirs a yearning deep in my soul, one I need to have fulfilled.

Then Flame drives into me again. I'm inside you right now, little panther, he growls into my mind. Focus on me. My barb. Us.

Fae,I breathe.

Flame's threatening to destroy me with his sharp movements, his jaguar roaring in my head.

"Grab the headboard," he demands.

I do.

And he truly starts to fuck me, his angle different from what the others have done. It's deeper somehow. More intense.

His pace is brutal, too. No gradual movements to prepare me for him. No tender strokes. Just unrestrained thrusts.

My nails bite into the wood as my head falls forward. Flame's inner jaguar is taking me now, driving us forward into a rut.

The word is one I hear echoing in Orcus's mind.

He fully intends to take me like this, too.

All three of them do.

To breed me.

Fill me with their seed.

Drive me to the depths of oblivion and drown me in their passion.

Fae, I'm… I'm lost. Swimming in the darkness. Reveling in the desires of three men. Floating in my own pool of need.

They're going to take me in so many ways. Destroy my senses. Repair my ability to breathe, just to cut off my air again.

It's going to be… a whirlwind of eroticism.

My inner walls clench around Flame, my mind slowly succumbing to my mating heat. That's the source of the fire inside me, the flames flickering through my veins and the inferno growing in my lower belly.

I'm nearly lost to the sensations.

Utterly engulfed by a sensuous blaze.

Flame's hands cover mine on the headboard, his lips on my neck. "You're doing so well, sweetheart," he says. "Taking everything my jaguar has to give. Fuck, little panther. You feel so damn good. So fucking good."

I lean into him, the back of my head dropping to his shoulder as he kisses my throat.

He's not thrusting into me with the same vigorous pace anymore. He's doing longer, harder strokes that hit me so deep it almost hurts.

Yet it feels so, so good, too.

I can sense his pleasure mounting as well, his own warmth adding to mine and stoking my inner fire that much hotter.

"Touch her clit," Orcus says.

But it's not Flame who obeys that command; it's Reaper. And it's not his hand I feel, but his tongue.

Fae, I don't even know how he's doing that, but he's partially underneath me now as Flame rides me from behind, his hands the only things keeping me connected to the headboard.

My knees shake, my body weakening beneath my pending climax.

Flame must know because he pulls both my hands under one of his against the wood and wraps his other arm around me to keep me against him while he fucks me.

Hard.

Thoroughly.

Perfectly.

His name leaves me on a pant, my mind fracturing beneath a tidal wave of want and need. I want to fall into my heat. But I need to feel his barb.

"Please," I whisper. "Please, Flame."

His teeth sink into my neck, hard enough to draw blood, and I wonder if it'll leave a mark. I know the bite against my thigh will absolutely brand me for eternity, but this… this just feels like a jaguar trying to subdue his mate.

I buck back against him, needing him to give me his barb. To complete us. To properly mate me. To join us. "Flame."

He growls.

And I growl back.

Then I scream as Reaper bites my clit.

My orgasm is instantaneous, the pain inspiring an even deeper pleasure that has me convulsing around Flame's thrusting cock.

His fingers are suddenly in my hair as he tugs my head back and claims my mouth with his own. I nearly fall forward, but his arm is there, holding me, while my hands fall away from the wooden bed frame. He sits back and lets me ride the waves of my climax, his cock pulsing inside me with his restrained need.

"That feels so fucking good, sweetheart," he says against my mouth.

I shake.

Moan.

Blink in and out of consciousness.

And find myself on my back beneath him, my mind spinning with confusion as to how we've moved.

But Flame is there, mastering me, guiding me, pulling me into a rhythm that's becoming increasingly familiar.

My arms intertwine around his neck as he leans down to kiss me, the action soothing while his lower half drills into me.

So deep. So good. So intense.

I feel like I'm about to come again.

Except it's not me dancing along the edge; it's Flame.

White-hot sensation bursts through me as he explodes, the force of his orgasm stealing all sense of reason from my mind.

There's just heat.

Vibrations.

Spasms.

Ohhhh…that last part… it's… it's unending. Like a volcano erupting all over my body, only instead of searing my skin, it's leaving pleasurable trembles behind.

Flame's barb, I realize. Oh. My. Fae.

It's… wow.

I… I don't know… I can't… There are no words. No thought. Just… pleasure.

He's whispering something in my ear, some sort of praise, but I can't understand it through the fog of rapture clouding my mind.

I no longer exist.

I'm simply… ecstasy.

Somewhere, Reaper chuckles.

And then Orcus growls. It's different from the others I've heard. This is deeper, more guttural, even more intense, and it rocks me to my very core.

The mating call.

I recognize it on a base level, my body instantly giving in to the need clawing at my insides.

Warmth floods my being, my lower half squeezing in a desire for more.

More sex. More seed. More pleasure.

"Fuck," Flame breathes as he pulls out of me. "Her scent."

"It's fucking amazing," Orcus says, his big form suddenly climbing over me. "I want you on your hands and knees, Omega."

I hear him.

I understand him.

But I don't know how to move.

Except… except I do. Like I'm lost in a fog and my body is just his to command. His to fuck.

Which he does.

Hard.

My nails dig into the sheets, my body bowed as he masters me and envelops me with his wings.

More, more, more,I think at him, unable to vocalize the chant.

Only, no. I am saying the words. It's… I'm…

Fae, this is confusing.

It's erotic. It's perfect. It's… heaven.

All three men are surrounding me. Filling me. Kissing me. Loving me. Worshipping my body in ways I could never have imagined.

Orcus knots me while Reaper kisses me. Flame focuses on my breasts.

And then I'm suddenly between Reaper and Flame.

A scream rips from my throat as they take me together, Reaper buried in my ass while Flame's barb threatens to overwhelm my front again.

I'm no longer of sound mind. Simply lost to my lust. Completely at their mercy.

But I trust them.

They'll take care of me.

They'll protect me.

And they'll pleasure me.

Because they're my future. My circle. My mates. My fae.