Light flashed in his green-hazel eyes. He pressed a kiss to my pulse and watched my breath hitch, missing nothing, knowing me too well after all these years. “You want my mark too, Tyb?”
I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip, a shudder of pleasure making my cock harden inside our girl. She wiggled her hips, a breathy moan of approval vibrating against my throat.
“Need it,” I admitted in a rasp.
Miraya slid her teeth from my throat and swirled her tongue over the site. “Mark,” she insisted in a bossy voice, looking from me to Prodigy, to where he held my wrist. “Mark.”
“Mm.” A slow smile crossed Prodigy’s face. “I think we should cover him in bites. What do you think, ray of light?”
Her eyes darkened, and my stomach flipped in a thrill. Instead of answering with words, she sank her teeth into my shoulder, the flash of pain making my hips jolt, my knot nudging her inner walls. Our chorus of moans filled the nest.
Prodigy’s teeth scratched the inside of my wrist, making goosebumps erupt across my body, teasing me with the promise of a bite. “Say please.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned.
His tongue traced patterns on my skin and my back caved in. “Say. Please.”
“Pleasebite me,” I begged, my voice strangled and tight.
My stomach hollowed out when he struck, teeth biting deep, leaving a mark everyone would see, the size difference between his bite and Miraya’s obvious. Theirs—I was entirely fucking theirs.
I came so hard my vision flickered, and it was heaven. No, there was no way heaven could feel this good; this had to be sin straight from hell. I’d sell my soul if it gave me a lifetime of this.
Prodigy’s low laugh slid across my senses as I caught my breath, our girl’s last few contractions stroking my knot.
“Did I ever tell you,” I panted at the laughing fucker, “our girl wants to try DP?”
Her pussy went fucking crazy at the mere suggestion.
“Correction. She’d fuckingloveto take us both. Is that what our good girl needs?” I leaned up to kiss her, hot and fast. “Do you need both your alphas at the same time?”
I was knotted deep, and going nowhere for at least another two orgasms. The idea of feeling Prodigy’s cock stroking mine frominsideher was true and utter madness.
“Fuck,” Prodigy grunted, dragging his fingers through his hair. His face was flushed, eyes a little glazed. And that was before Miraya’s hand snuck out and grabbed his cock, stroking with rough, demanding movements that made me ache and harden inside her. Again.
But if this was insanity, I never wanted to be sane again.
15
Miraya
Seven days of near-constant sex were great for my mood, self-esteem, and mental health, but ooh boy, they’d made a mess of my hair. All my curls had sort of matted off to one side of my head, and stuck there. And yet Tybalt and Prodigy still found me sexy. The thought made me smile as I stepped out of the shower in the early morning, my curls coaxed into something more hair-like.
I wrinkled my nose at the cloying scent of sex in the nest. I needed to deep clean this shit today, but my growling stomach insisted it be the first priority of the day. And I needed to find my alphas, to tell them that I still wanted their marks on me without the haze of the heat clouding my mind. A smug smile crossed my face as I remembered the bites I’d left all over their bodies. There would be no doubt that they were mine, no doubt that I was theirs.
It felt good. Better than good. A dream. A fairy tale. Maybe my mum was right about those after all. I’d been rejected by my mate, and that would always burn deep in my soul, but maybe I could be happy, too.
“I can at least try,” I murmured as I took my time dressing for the day, admiring the imprints that possessive fingers had left on my thighs, my hips, a perfect circle of a bruise on my left breast that made my smile deepen. I wished the marks could stay forever. I’d have to ask my alphas for more before these faded.
I sat on the edge of the bed and dried my hair as best as I could with the basic hairdryer I’d found in the wardrobe. If I was going to stay, I’d need to upgrade this thing, and buy a diffuser and—
WasI staying? I chewed my bottom lip, struggling to sort out my emotions. Now that the heat’s pain had faded, and some of the broken mess of my soul had softened its edges, I realised my chest wasburstingwith feelings. So many emotions stacked edge to edge that they barely fit inside me.
I had a whole life in Stockport. My family, my home, everything I’d ever known and loved. A shitty job as a temp in a contractor’s office because that was the only place that would accept an omega—even one with the electrical engineering degree I’d fought tooth and nail to complete.
And yet… the idea of leaving the clubhouse, leaving my two alphas, made something obstinate and determined snarl inside me. Longing, safety, peace, belonging—those were only four of the feelings crammed into my chest, but they existed both at home, and here.
“Maybe they can share custody of me,” I joked to the empty nest. Maybe I could go home on weekends.
