He grins and dips his head, burying his face in the side of my neck as his free hand cups my pussy, pulling a gasp and whimper from me as he grinds the heel against me. “Soon,Row. I will fuck you soon and when I do, I’m going to bite your pretty throat and claim you right along with the rest of our pack.” He lifts his head and rubs his nose against mine, his light eyes boring into mine. “I’m going to claim you while you’re stuffed full of all five of us, while your tight little body blooms with all of our marks, and then I’m going to watch as you sink your teeth into each of us one by one until you have branded us as yours. That’s what we are, little bird. All of us areyours, and I hope you don’t fight it much longer.”
Then he rolls his hips, his cock digging into my lower belly before he licks my lips with a grin, releases me, then slowly backs out of the stock room until he disappears.
And I’m left standing there with a racing heart, fuzzy head, and a pair of jeans so full of slick I’m going to need to change before I get to work.
Did he sayfive?
Oh my god, this is getting out of hand.
Even though I know in my heart he’s right, I can’t even begin to process how to feel about any of that.
Which is exactly why I quickly turn around, open the hidden door, and race down the stairs toward Rune. He may not say much of anything ever, but he’s going to right now whether he likes it or not because I’m going to have a goddamn panic attack if he doesn’t.
I know that alpha was right, but I feel guilty agreeing with him.
I mean, I feel guilty because Niko and Rune weren’t here for it.
We both accepted Rune together, both knew he was ours, but we haven’t talked about Styx yet outside of when I announced that I like him, and this new guy doesn’t even have a name for me to discuss him with my mates.
It doesn’t seem right to find and confirm without talking to my alpha and omega. It makes me feel a little guilty, and really confused.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling right now or how to navigate it, but I’m going directly to my alpha, and I’m going to force him to help me figure it out.
RUNE
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I look up with a frown.
Olive is still in the stock room.
Nikolai came down and talked with me briefly, said Olive was punching in, reassured me he was ready to get to work, and then he hugged me.
Without warning or asking for permission he doesn’t really need, my omega hugged me, scented me, then disappeared through the doors of the auction house.
I thought he was going to kiss me.
Nikolai hesitated. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes that were hidden behind blue contacts and waited a few moments but nothing happened. Nothing more than one of his pretty smiles, anyway.
His smiles, Olive’s, they are more than enough to make me happy, but they need more from me.
By nature and fate alone. Matching with them means they need things from me that I’m not sure I can give them, but the nature of our connection as well as their designations means they want those things as well. And I want to give them to them.
I’ve been trying.
Ever since Nikolai had his panic attack, I’ve been trying to be less standoffish, trying to let my guard down more around them so that if they need me, they can take what they want while I willingly give them whatever I can.
Which has been a lot harder than I thought it would be, but only because of the completely natural relationship we share.
By harder, I mean my dick, because both of my omegas have been craving physical contact from me and I’m at their mercy when it happens.
Scenting, hugging. Knees touching, holding hands, and leaning against me. They climb into my lap, together since I’m so much larger than them, and we sit like that until there’s a reason not to.
Recently, as in two nights ago, Olive insisted I sleep in their nest with them.
That felt like a huge step, one I never expected to take, and while I can’t say no to either of them, it’s been a blessing and a curse to share that space with my omegas.
Their scents are so strong there, so potent I can taste them.
From the sex they had, yes, but also because being with them in such a small, tight, unventilated space means all I can smell is them.
