In Bed

Carys

I pant and mewl at the feel of Kofi’s enormous member seated deep inside me. It burns. Not as bad as the first time I had sex. That night was truly horrible. Preston didn’t prepare me, just sticking his thing inside me, sweating all over the place, then leaving me the second he was done. My inner thighs were covered in blood.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

“Look at me, omega.”

My eyes focus on the alpha above me. Kofi’s honey brown eyes seem to shimmer in the dim light. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, deeply ashamed to be thinking of him at such an important moment.

“Stay with me.” Kofi’s thumb caresses the full length of the scar on the side of my face. “Feel me inside you.” His hips rock, pushing his cock in and out of my sensitive entrance.

Not sure what to do with my hands, I twist my fists in the sheets, trying to force my body to relax, but it doesn’t quite feel right. I’m not very wet, and Kofi’s thing is very big. So big it stretches me almost painfully wide.

“It’s okay, Carys,” Kofi purrs in my ear. “Relax your hips. Accept me.”

Pulling in a deep breath, I let habit take over. I close my eyes and turn my head to one side. This position is somewhat familiar. I’ve been rutted like this a few times. I’m more used to being on all fours, but being with Kofi isn’t nearly as forceful. In fact, it’s almost nice. His body is warm and his breath follows the same rhythm as his hips. It’s almost… peaceful ? Can sex be peaceful? Is that stupid?

“Carys.” Kofi’s breath is so warm and sweet. “Look at me.”

Confusion followed by uncertainty grips me, and it takes me a moment to obey. Why does he want me to look at him? Did I do something wrong? Is he upset? Angry?

“Don’t be scared.” Kofi smiles when I finally open my eyes. He settles on his forearms, cradling my face. “Let me see those gorgeous eyes.” He looks at me. No . He admires me, his dark eyes sparkling as they drink in every inch of my face.

The intensity of the man above me feels almost overwhelming as he stares deeply into my eyes, his hips still moving. It’s so intimate and intense, almost making me cry.

“You are so beautiful.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, then he glances to one side.

I follow his gaze, happy to find Swanley sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing only his slacks. His pale skin is dotted with thin little scars, curving around his impressive muscles. The red-haired alpha watches us, his expression almost curious.

“Do you want them to leave?” Kofi whispers, placing several soft kisses on my cheek and temple, his hips still moving against me.

I shake my head, not even having to think about it. This is my new pack. They belong here. “They can stay.”

Swanley smiles at me as Isaac comes up behind him. He drapes his arms over the alpha’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder. They both watch us, looking at me as if I were something precious and lovely. I’ve never felt so pretty before.

My body rocks as Kofi thrusts harder. My sex getting a little wetter, not much, but he’s gliding a little easier. It's feeling better.

Swanley turns his head, kissing Isaac deeply. His obvious erection tents his black slacks. It feels so wrong to look at it. I’ve never been with more than one alpha before. Am I allowed to admire Swanley while laying with Kofi? What about Isaac? Am I allowed to kiss him? Would Kofi be angry if I asked?

Kofi pushes himself up onto his knees, pulling my waist with him. His cock is still buried inside me. He grips my hips, watching Isaac palm the front of Swanley’s pants. Then the pack alpha moves my body, forcing me to grind against him. I wince at the rough feel of him inside me.

“You need this,” Isaac says, reaching for something under the bed. He returns with a bottle of some kind of liquid, crawling toward me. “This helps me.” He pops the lid, then squirts the clear contents right onto Kofi’s shaft. It’s lube.

How humiliating.

But I don’t focus on that emotion for long. I can’t. Kofi thrusts a few times, pushing his slippery member into me. The rough sensation is gone, replaced by something so much more intense.

“Is that better?” Isaac places his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Can you feel him deeper now?”

“Yuh-yes,” I gasp, then moan.

“There you go.” Isaac caresses my cheek, encouraging me when I start to roll my hips. “Look how good you take his cock.”

I smile at this praise right as Kofi hits something deep inside me. “Oh!” It makes my eyes flutter and my stomach clench, but I can’t tell if that’s bad or good. I think it’s good. Maybe .

Kofi’s member hits it again and a moan jumps from my throat.

“You definitely found it.” Swanley smirks, wrapping his arm around Isaac’s middle. He presses his chest to the beta’s back, looking down at me. “Make her come on that cock, Kofi.” His voice is so deep and sexy. “Make her scream.”

My eyes widen, surprised and excited that I might be able to come again. I’ve had a few orgasms in my life, but only by myself and mostly during my heat. Never during sex. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Alpha!” I yell out when Kofi hits that spot again, only this time harder. And my stomach tightens once again.

“Do you like that cock?” Swanley reaches for me, circling his hand around my neck. I expect him to squeeze, but he doesn’t. He just holds me, as if feeling my breath. “Do you like the way our alpha fucks you?”

I nod, jerking back and forth on the sheets. I feel so used and adored at the same time.

“Then tell him.” Swanley smiles up at Kofi, admiring our alpha’s bare chest. “Tell him you love his fat alpha cock.”

“I luh-love it,” I gasp as my blood rushes.

My whole body is light and soft, swirling in a sea of sensation.

But then, just like that, a fog rolls in and the electricity coursing through my veins is replaced by a familiar dull ache. It steals my building pleasure, but I suck in a deep breath, determined to hide my discomfort.

Please, don’t get sick, I silently chant in my head. Please, don’t get sick.

Trying to distract my tense body, I move my hands over the back of Kofi’s head, making the alpha moan. He pushes his hips forward, and the old mark on my neck begins to burn. The sharp sensation courses through my veins, blistering my skin from the inside out. My stomach clenches, spasming uncontrollably. I jerk my head to one side, heaving through deep panting breaths.

But Kofi doesn’t stop, he pounds into me, an animalistic fire in his eyes. But I’m not scared of him. I’m scared I’m going to throw up in his face.

“Ah-alpha,” I mewl when his cock begins to twitch, then it pulses. His hot seed erupts inside me, and I gag again, but this time, I don't stop.

Isaac yells out something, but I can’t understand what he’s saying. I can only hear the pounding sound at the base of my skull.

“Fuck!” Kofi yells from somewhere above me, but I can’t see him. My vision is gone, my limbs hanging loose at my sides. But then every muscle in my useless body goes tight as another wave of nausea slams into me.

I retch and Kofi jumps off of me, ripping his cock out of me. My abused sex cramps as he scoops me up, moving me so I can heave off the side of the bed.

“I’m so—” I choke, salty tears streaming down my face. I’m so embarrassed. “I’m so s-sorry.” I gag again, snot and spit everywhere. Isaac is suddenly at my side, pulling my hair out of my face.

“It’s okay,” Kofi says, panting as if out of breath. “Thank you,” he says to someone as a small trash can is brought to my face.

My abs spasm and I finally throw up what little is in my belly. It burns my throat and chest, as my body finally goes slack.

I’ve ruined it.

I’ve ruined my first night with my new pack.

Why would they keep me?

I wake up the next morning, still reeling with embarrassment. I laid awake half the night, agonizing over what happened. And while no one yelled or cursed, I still felt like a bad omega.

Swanley and Kofi were so kind as they placed me in the shower, cleaning me up. Kofi was so careful as he washed my privates, wiping away our shared body fluids. I wanted to ask him not to, but I was covered in sweat and sick. It would have been gross not to.

Isaac changed the sheets, bringing me a cup of water and my suitcase so I could put on my pink nightgown. I double-checked that my journal was still in it, before crawling into bed and falling asleep. It was a quiet and disappointing end to what should have been the best day of my life.

I’ll do better tonight. I have to.

“Good morning.” Isaac peaks his head into the bedroom. His shaggy hair is a bit messy, falling into his face. He’s wearing a pair of long blue plaid pajama pants and a gray T-shirt. The casual clothes look good on him, hugging his broad shoulders. “How did you sleep?” He moves to me, carrying a cup of water.

I roll onto my back, giving him my best smile. “Wonderful,” I lie, sitting up. I’m sore, especially my abs. Throwing up is hard work.

“Oh, good.” A breath of relief flies from him. “I was worried it would be weird for you to share a bed with us. I honestly expected you to sleep in your cove.” His eyes flicker to the bookshelf, hiding my new nest, and shame hits me.

It’s rude not to use it, but I can’t help but feel like I haven’t earned it. They don’t even know if they want me yet.

“It wasn’t weird at all,” I change the subject. It's a lie. It was weird, but I refuse to admit that out loud. It would only upset Isaac, and after last night, I need to be on my best behavior. I have to prove I’m worth keeping.

“Meds.” Isaac holds out his curled fist, dropping my medicine into my hand.

“Thank you.” I take the water, swallowing all three pills in one go.

“What do you want to wear today?” Isaac asks, and my ears perk. I’m allowed to wear clothes.

“I’m good with whatever,” I say, eager to wear whatever he wants me to.

The beta moves to my small suitcase. He lifts the lid, examining the few items I own. “You don’t have much,” he says, but I can tell that it’s not an insult. He’s just stating a fact. “We need to get you more clothes. I hate that Havenfield didn't give us your dress size until you were coming home with us.” He clicks his tongue, annoyed. “We could have had your wardrobe ready for you.” He lifts a pretty pale blue dress. “How about this?”

Happiness blooms in my chest, and my stomach growls loudly.

“Hungry?” Isaac laughs, the sound surprisingly deep and rumbly. It makes my toes tingle.

“Yes, sir,” I stand, smoothing out my pink nightgown.

“Come on.” Isaac holds out his elbow. “We’ll get dressed later. We can have a lazy day in our jammies.” I curl my fingers around his arm, leaning into his soft scent as he escorts me through the house.

The kitchen perfectly matches the rest of the house. White appliances complement the white cabinets. The floor is a pale blue and white pattern, and the curtains over the sink are covered in pink and blue flowers.

“I love this kitchen,” I say, admiring the white cobblestone backsplash.

“Our alphas are two very crafty men.” Isaac stands a little taller, the pride for his pack very clear. “Now, we have a few options for breakfast.” He opens the fridge, pulling out a jug of what looks like iced coffee. I hope it is.

“I’ll eat anything.” I give a playful wave of my hand. “I’m not picky.”

“You are picky when it comes to breakfast.” Isaac gives me a friendly, yet pointed look. I forgot that Havenfield probably gave him a whole binder filled with my likes and dislikes, habits and pet peeves. “It’s okay to be picky,” he says. “You’re allowed to like what you like.” He examines the contents of the fridge, squinting toward the back. “I know you’re used to having oatmeal on Fridays…” He leans down, placing his hands on his knees. “There they are!” He pulls out a big carton of fresh strawberries. “I was scared that Swanley had eaten them all. That man eats so much.” He laughs.

I cut up the berries while Isaac makes the oats. He talks about our plans for the day. Nothing big. Just enjoying the garden and maybe tackling something more ambitious for dinner. I find myself really loving the way my beta talks. There’s something so familiar about the way he speaks to me. It’s comfortable. Like we’ve been friends forever.

Once the strawberries and cream oatmeal is ready, Isaac sets everything on the kitchen table. It’s a distressed, pale oak, with little notches dotted all over. I run my fingers over them as Isaac pours me a cup of vanilla cold brew.

Apprehensive, I scoop up a tiny bite, eyeing it. The oats are creamy and pink, covered in sweet sugar. I know it will taste good, but I’m nervous I'll get sick.

“Is everything okay?” Isaac asks, his deep hazel eyes moving from me to my spoon.

I quickly nod, then take a bite. My stomach clenches for half a second, then sweet relief washes over me. This is a million times better than anything the cafeteria at Havenfield has ever made.

“Wow,” I say, taking another, much bigger bite. “This is amazing.”

Isaac’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

We both scarf down our breakfast, then move to the sink. Isaac washes the dishes while I dry them. He wasn’t going to let me do anything at first, but thankfully he caved after I insisted. No one wants a useless omega.

“Tomorrow I can make banana bread if you like,” Isaac says.

“Can I help?” I take a wet bowl from him and dry it. “I used to make it all the time.”

“Yeah?” Isaac’s face lights up. “I didn’t know you liked to cook.”

“Well,” I hesitate, not sure what to say. In my past life, I grew to hate cooking. It was the thing that sparked a lot of punishments for me. But I think I might like preparing meals for my new pack. It could be nice. “I’ve been told I’m a decent cook,” I finally say. “I even had a friend named Judson who used to tell me all the time how good my cooking smelled.” I smile as I think of my old guard. I’ve wondered many times in the past year what he’s been up to. “I once promised him that I’d make him some banana bread,” I say, thinking about my last conversations with him.

“Banana bread is one of my favorite things to make.” Isaac’s hands are submerged in the soapy water, but he still gives me his undivided attention. It makes me feel kind of important for some reason. “Did Judson like it?”

A nervous laugh bubbles from my throat. “He did,” I lie, not wanting to admit I couldn’t because I was almost killed. “But he was a very nice man, so I’m pretty sure he’d have told me it was wonderful no matter what.”

Isaac immediately laughs, filling the room with his bright energy. “Those are the best kind of friends.”

“Good morning, family,” Kofi’s big voice booms from the living room.

The sudden urge to stand at the foot of the bed slams into me, followed by images of the last time I saw Preston. The fear. The pain. The relief. It’s all too much.

I quickly duck my head, focusing hard on drying the spoon in my hand. I repeatedly wipe it from end to end, refusing to look up.

“How are my mates this morning?” Kofi sets a blue bag on the kitchen table, then gives me a quick kiss on the top of my head. Some of the dread in my belly lifts and I place the spoon in the drawer. “Look at you.” He moves to Isaac, wrapping his arm around the beta’s middle. He’s wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I’ve never seen him in jeans before. They look good . “I don’t think I've ever seen you wear pajamas outside of the bedroom,” he says to Isaac.

“Omegas are very sensitive,” Isaac says and I finally look up. “They like the feel of only certain clothes.” He gives me a sheepish grin. It makes him look very young. “I just wanted you to be comfortable…you know…if you ended up touching me.” He looks almost hopeful, like he wants me to touch him. It’s so sweet.

I squeeze the tea towel, not sure what to say.

I know it’s weird, especially after last night—Isaac saw me naked, while Kofi was having sex with me. He even put lube on my privates, but it feels weird to ask to touch him.

But I suck it up, determined to act like a normal omega.

And a normal omega would want to touch her beta.

“Your shirt does look very soft.” I eye the gray fabric. “Can I feel it?”

“Yes!” Isaac playfully pushes Kofi away, making the alpha turn his head to hide his stifled laugh. “I got it from a shop in town. She said it was guaranteed to get your approval.” He holds out his arms, letting me decide how I want to touch him. It’s very considerate.

I press my hand to Isaac’s chest, slipping down his breastbone, to the soft curve of his belly. It tightens as he sucks it in. It makes me want to frown. I like the curve of his belly.

“This is so nice,” I say, this time pressing both my hands to his chest. I caress both his pecs. They aren’t as firm as Kofi’s, but I can still feel how strong Isaac is. And warm. His skin feels almost toasty beneath the cotton fabric.

I really want to hug him.

“Go on,” Kofi says as if reading my mind. “Isaac won’t hurt you.”

Looking up into Isaac’s face, I take in his kind hazel eyes and stunning profile. What is it about men with large noses? Then I lean into him, resting my cheek against his chest. His heart flutters beneath my ear as I circle my hands around his waist. Then I squeeze, melting against the beta. For a moment he remains still, not moving a muscle, as if I might flutter away like a fragile butterfly. Then very slowly, his arms move, and he wraps me up in the most heavenly hug I’ve ever felt.

“I’m so glad you're here,” Isaac whispers.

I hum in response, loving the way his hands splay protectively across my back. I didn’t know a beta’s embrace could feel as safe as an alpha’s, but it’s a lovely surprise.

“I got you a few outfits,” Kofi steps away from us. I lift my head, but I don’t release Isaac. I want to be held a little longer. “I got you two dresses, a handful of yoga pants, and shirts.” He pulls the items out of the shopping bag. The logo has sprigs of bluebells all around it, with big blue letters that reads, “THE LUXURIOUS OMEGA.”

“She needs more than that,” Isaac says, caressing my back. “But we can order the rest online.”

“Make sure they’re certified omega-made.” Kofi gives him a firm look.

“Of course.” Isaac snorts, rolling his eyes at his alpha’s command. My eyes instantly widen, shocked that he would respond to an order in such a playful way, but Kofi simply smiles.

It’s all so relaxed and easy, no fear or rage hanging in the air.

I want to soak it all up, and enjoy the warm feelings this house holds, but I’m too scared. It never fails. The second I let my guard down, something horrible always happens.

No .

I have to stay on alert.

Because you never know what terrifying things are waiting to get you.