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 theyallcare 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,veryready.
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 kissa 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.
