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I growled. “You are first then, my Lord.”
I felt the alpha at my back roll away. “Bite me, omega.”
“Now? Bite you?” I sounded so much more unsure this time. Knowing he was watching, I adverted my eyes.
“Yes, Trix. Bite him. Mark him and make him yours.”
“But…”
“Do you need assistance?” Jack asked. I didn’t want to ask for it, so I nodded. With deliberate care, he eased me onto my front and then helped me kneel. Even when I felt stable, he kept his hands on me, running over every piece of naked flesh. There wasn’t an inch of my body he didn’t explore—the rough pads of his fingers ghosting down the curve of my ass, teasing my slick coated thighs. I tried to ignore him, my attention focused on Pax, who lay on his back, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He looked like some courtesan laid out for his client. Temptation manifested in flesh, seducing the viewer, enticing me to come near and touch. Yet, his bearing conveyed an aloofness that impressed his complete control of the visual feast he presented. He exposed himself to my gaze exactly as he chose. Jack and I were nothing but bystanders granted some finite time… Except he was mine from the moment he bit me until his last breath.
“Mine.” An omega growl built inside of me. “You might look like a morsel but you are a feast.”
“A poet as well as an artist.” He flexed his hips, momentarily distracting me with this sight of his hard cock. “Feast on me omega.”
I crawled closed until I could drape myself across his chest. Far more cautious than I’d expected to be, I bent my head close and licked Jack’s bite. It tasted like Pax and blood and something else sharp on my tongue. How did alphas do this? I considered the problem. They bit and then lavished the wound with kisses and licks. Pulling away, I looked down at my silver alpha. His scruffy face and wild, mirrored gold eyes. A glance at Jack showed his eyes to be the same.
“It doesn’t need to be right now, Vixen,” Pax said all of a sudden. “If you—”
I closed my teeth over the mark Jack had made. Biting until I tasted blood and felt Pax’s hand threading through my tangled hair, pressing me close. I let go slowly and kissed my way over until I felt unbroken skin beneath my lips. I licked the place I wanted to bite.
Experimentally, I bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but Pax’s breathy growl told me he tipped towards wanting more than wanting less. I knew for certain when my hand was drawn down his chest until it rested on top of his hard cock. I gave it a rough tug at the same moment I sunk my teeth into the hard muscle. Biting harder and harder until I tasted blood—metallic but almost sweet for the shout my mate gave. “Just like that—”
“Do you like that Pax? The way she makes you bleed… I’ll be next. I’ll let her mark me. Your cock is twitching in her hand.” I slid my hand down to his knot and squeezed. “If you could see yourself, Pax…”
I remembered how Jack had talked Pax into begging to mate me… He did something similar now. His words manipulating our every motion. Did he mean to conjure the image of Pax submitting to us? Or were we worshiping Pax as our god? Could it be both?
I sucked on my mark upon his shoulder and then turned to nibble on the sensitive skin of his earlobe. “I like you like this,” I whispered into his ear. “Letting me do what I want when we both know you have enough strength to throw me about like a rag doll.”
My alpha reared up, pinning me against Jack’s front. Jack, whose hands went about my waist and moved down across my soft stomach to find their way to my sex, where he rubbed my clit.
“Ah!” It wasn’t a sound of pleasure but pain as my stitches pulled.
Both alphas moved away as if burnt.
“Goddess. Trix, are you alright?” Jack was touching me once again, not as a lover, but as if I was some delicate breakable thing. Another time, I might appreciate his care. But not now.
“I want to continue,” I said, trying to keep my tone level.
“You must heal… Drink something.” Despite the blood dripping down his shoulder, Pax rolled onto his knees and filled a glass with water, which he offered me.
In the blink of an eye, what had begun as a beautiful and intimate moment vanished while they shifted into stuffy, protective alphas, determined that I must do nothing for myself.
Instead of behaving like mates–loving me with their bodies and words–, they treated me as if I were a babe incapable of taking care of herself. To my fury—at myself, not them—I knew I must rely on them, but not for everything. I fumed when they insisted on helping me with the chamber pot. Even during my heat I’d be able to relieve myself without their hovering about me, but now they insisted on helping, even with that most private task. It only became worse, as every indignity must be suffered. What had been charming and intimate during my heat, I grew to resent until I nearly cried with relief when one or other of them would take care of their necessities, thus leaving me with only one hovering alpha.
Yet each night, I fell asleep crowded by two large, too hot bodies so strong I could not move. Safe and protected by my mates, who had not made one comment about how I’d broken my promise to them. That I’d defied them and run headlong into danger. But at times, in the early hours, when I woke to find them snoring lightly, I felt trapped.
One day turned into five. My energy slowly returned, which, according to the doctor’s mate, was because of my heat. My body should have rested, my new mate bite should have been tended. Instead, I’d left and been shot, which threw my body into a tumult of uncertainty. My humours were out of balance. She teased it was a wonder I was not full of black bile.
“I suppose good alpha cum is not such a bad thing.” She grinned. I blushed. Not because she was right, but because they had not touched me like that since that first day. “You insisted on returning to your mates, very wise. They have done much… Your fever broke after a night thanks to them. You are lucky to have such caring mates.”
“I…” This was the first moment of privacy I’d had since waking because my alphas were with the doctor or taking care of their needs. They’d not shared. Just kissed my forehead and left me with the other omega. “I want to go back to before.”
“Before?”
“When… They have seen everything.” I snapped. “There is no indignity they have not—” I stopped my self abruptly and looked away.
“Ah. Unfortunately, that is just the way of mates. But fear not. They will not care. The body has its natural functions and there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Why, when Wendell broke his leg, I had to help him with most… And an alpha’s pride is far more delicate than an omega’s or beta’s. Now, drink your tonic, and, if you feel strong enough, tell them you have permission to leave the nest for the necessities. No need for them to help you any longer.”
