This is what I needed—all of them here, every part of me filled.
My orgasm sends Hunter over the edge and he comes, filling me with his hot cum. He pumps in and out, taking sharp breaths, pressing his release back into me. “Oh, babycakes, you’re amazing.” He leans over to kiss my spine, his knot nestled at the entrance of my soaked center.
I want to make Zachary come next. My lips return to him and my head bobs, sucking him deeper and deeper, my hand squeezing the base of him where his knot will be. My other hand reaches out and finds Alric’s cock. It’s rock hard against my palm. I pump him, not wanting any alpha here to end the night without feeling as good as they make me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to come!” Zachary says with a groan, trying to lift my head, but I don’t let him. My head moves faster, my mouth taking him over and over again. He gasps, his cum spilling down my throat, and I’m greedy for it, swallowing every pearlescent drop.
He smiles at me, out of breath, and lovingly strokes my cheek. I lean into it for a moment, but there’s one more alpha I need to focus on. I turn my face towards Alric, who flips me over, my ass hitting the hardwood floor. I’m stilltucked between Zachary’s legs. He leans over and starts to rub my shoulders, my elbows resting on his knees.
Alric straddles my thighs but doesn’t put his weight on me. It’s not exactly an angle he can fuck me at so I laugh, but it’s cut short when he firmly grabs my chin. My heart races. I’m expecting him to kiss me, but he just pumps his cock with his other hand, fingers still glistening from my slick.
We stare at each other. His gaze is so intense, filled with longing, lust, and something close to love, but that can’t be right. I almost want to look away, overwhelmed at the emotions that flicker across his face, but something deep within me holds my head in place. Taking in everything he’s revealing, this part of his soul he’s baring before me.
He comes with a growl, his cum spraying out to glaze my tits, and he releases his hold on my chin, leaning down to finally kiss me.
It's long and slow, holding all the intensity his expression did moments before. The words he can’t speak etched on my lips. We’re both out of breath when we break apart. That was interesting. Before I can ask what that was, he speaks first.
“Truth or dare, omega?”
After multiple orgasms, I’m too tired for a dare.
“Truth.”
“What’s your real name?”
The room stills. I don’t think any of them are breathing.
Rule number six.No real names.
It would be yet another rule I’ve broken, another part of me chiseled away at the very things I swore I wouldn’t do. The ways I’ve kept myself safe and secure fading away. These alphas make it impossible to keep my old self, demanding some new, braver version of me to come forth. They’re too easy to fall for. The ways they have shown me they care, how they would doanything for me. It mixes me up, makes me forget why I had these rules in the first place.
Would it be so terrible if they knew? I wanted to keep it from them, but they do deserve to know their own scent match’s name.
They all stare at me, such pleading hope in their expressions, desperate to know it. Maybe it’s the one thing I can give them to remember me by, a little piece of my true self. It feels right to tell them now, in a way it hadn’t before.
“It’s Madeline. Madeline Hayes,” I whisper. “Madi for short.”
“Madeline,” Alric whispers back. It’s the name he’s always called me, but he says it differently now. Reverently. Like it’s the answer to a question he’s spent his whole life seeking.
He stands, taking me with him. “I think that’s enough truth or dare for tonight. What do you think?”
There is a puddle of slick and Alric’s cum is sliding down my breasts. “I could go for a shower.”
We move to Alric’s bathroom, which is big enough for all of us to rinse off. The power comes back on while we are getting out, illuminating the room. We barely dry off before we all fall into bed. It may be Alric’s, but Hunter dives into the bedding first, claiming the middle spot. I climb in next, lying on top of him. My other two alphas pull blankets over us and take their spots next to us.
Every few hours, I’m gently passed from one alpha to the next. My body never touches the silk sheets beneath us. Their arms are always around me, soft kisses pressed to my hair, and a purring chest to sleep on.
Happy.
Cared for.
Safe.
Home.
Chapter 23
Zachary
