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“Why don’t I help you out of this dress?” he asked. He brushed my hands away. And with a strength I’d not realised he possessed he ripped my gown open. “Skin on skin contact, little bird.”
The slick stained the delicate fabric. My chemise clung to my thighs and it was made nearly translucent, revealing the red thatch of hair there. I snatched a nearby coverlet and draped it over my lap to cover the shameful sight and smell of slick. A whine escaped. “I can’t have you touch me.”
I searched his face for understanding and saw the slow realisation that I was grossly unprepared to allow any alphas into my nest. No. Not a nest. Oh, my heat made me so confused.
His hand came to cup my cheek, and he wiped away the hot tear that escaped. “Of course.”
“You want me to beg.”
“Beg or command. I do not care. But you will be the one to take us into your nest. I’d want it no other way.” He moved off, crawling towards the cave. Goddess, when had he removed his shoes? Looking at the others I saw they had stripped to breeches and shirts as well.
“Fuck,” I breathed and secreted my hand under the blanket to press against my clit and relieve some of the need that was building to a stunning crescendo. I’d heard of omegas able to come without being touched during their heats but had not believed it. Yet watching three alphas attempt to build a nest for me? To smell how their scents of spice and leather had deepened to something almost primeval in how raw it was. As subtly as possible I began to rock my hips to entice some stimulation. Some ghost of how I would meet them thrust for thrust. A forbidden, nearly taboo, fantasy of the three of them. Never had I had three men at once. If I took more than one lover at once, the numbers were even. But three men? A cock in every hole. Perhaps two in one? Another little whine escaped. The alphas’ attention snapped into my direction. I searched for an excuse. “Why aren’t you using the bedding in the cage.”
“Of course, omega.”
The alpha scents filling my room had started to grate on my nerves because quite frankly they were useless. Throwing pillows around, fluffing linens and coverlets like they would miraculously fall into place. Worse and worse they stepped all over the things they had almost got right.
“Enough. Off. You’re ruining it.” I scrambled across the massacre of material and snatched the pillow from Puck so that I could stuff it under a velvet carriage blanket. “There. Oh. Not there.”
Jude handed me the quilt which I could spread over the whole, ensuring it was perfectly centred. They began to hand me pieces. Not snapping or growling when I hissed at them for stepping on my arrangements. A madness had taken over. A compulsion I didn’t recognise and for that reason feared. But the fear, the anxiety vanished when at last I couldn’t find fault in the arrangement except that it didn’t smell right. But did I dare?
A rolling cramp forced out a fresh wave of slick and I knew it would be impossible to ignore the inevitability of what I was about to say. “I need your scents.”
“What?”
My eyes darted to Jude. “Scents.”
“Dammit,” he growled and tugged Puck into his arms. “Kiss me.”
“My pleasure, pretty boy.”
Oberon came to sit next to me and kissed my shoulder. “Permit me to take advantage as I did before.”
“If you are…” I turned and found myself too close to him. Too easy to kiss. I backed away until temptation was out of reach. “No. Take yourself out. I want you to stroke your cock.”
He stripped off his shirt. I devoured the surprising sight. That night with Conny I’d seen the tattoos and scars but now I could study them. They appeared seemingly at random across his chest. Symbols, mainly saltires or one type or another. The scars were ugly and had the same random placement—however my instinct warned me these, at least, he had not consented to. He waited until my eyes strayed back up to his. Only then did he unlace his breeches, pushing them down his hips, to reveal the heavy weight of his cock. His cock was cut, I realised. Everything about this alpha screamed mystery. I demanded every faculty to focus away from the fascination that was Oberon Drexler, naked at my command.
“How shall I touch myself, little bird?”
I looked away, catching the sight of Puck and Jude, who lay entangled in the centre of my… The place I would spend my heat. Jude was on his back, Puck’s hand gripping his hair, a thick thigh wedged between his legs. I had never heard the deep growling sound coming out of Jude as he rutted against the other alpha. Goddess, I wanted to be closer. They are so much bigger than you, I quaked at the realisation. In my right mind, these I was as dangerous as these alphas. My heat put me at such a disadvantage.
“She’s watching you, my boys,” Oberon purred. He moved closer, cock in hand. His thumb worked the leaking slit before squeezing hard where his knot would be. Puck rolled to his side—smiling, victorious, his eyes glowing mirrored gold in the afternoon light. Jude, however, was dazed, eyes blown wide and a stain on his breeches where the precum seeped through the fabric.
“Take Puck in your mouth.” I sounded breathless, full of need. And to my fascination, they complied. Puck knelt before Oberon, who took his mouth in a biting kiss. “Jude… I want you there as well.”
His cheeks flushed and as his head turned towards Puck, I caught the first glimmer of mirrored gold. There was an awkwardness as he watched as Oberon—the owner of the Hell, the man who called him pup—got down on his hands and knees. Puck ran his hand through Oberon’s hair, fisting it, hold him steady as he began to push his thick length between Oberon’s stretched cheeks.
“You, now, pretty boy.” Jude hesitated. Then mimicked Oberon’s position, so that they were shoulder to shoulder, and took Puck into his mouth. “Suck on it. That’s right. You’ve gone down on Polly, show off how talented that tongue is.”
Jude swallowed more of Puck, Oberon’s hand on his back, urging him to take more cock.
There was a wrongness in watching them. An error in judgement to ask them to add their scents like this when I would force them to leave rather than touch me.
“Leave. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this.”
“What’s wrong?” Puck asked.
“I—”
