Page 43 of Golden Desires

“Like Snowball…poor Snowy,” I tease, hoping to lighten the mood some. Cill and Ky snort out a chuckle, but Aldair sighs dramatically.

“Yes, like Snowball,” he grumbles. Aldair hesitates a moment before sitting forward to lean closer to me. Embarrassment colors his words some when he begins. “Despite how our paths crossed as children, I was drawn to you even back then, Goldie. I spent years watching from the shadows as we grew, seeing your kindness with animals, wanting to know the ‘you’ hidden beneath the shame of your parents' hatred… And I watched how those who should have loved you…who could have helped…” He chokes on his anger before continuing. “I helped where I could, chasing off men that tried to follow you into the edges of the trees where you gardened. I feared what would happen if they saw me and what it could mean for my brothers and Ma if we were discovered. How you would feel if you saw my monstrous form…” His brothers give him mixed looks of confusion and surprise. “And the time that I found the bloodied rags from your first…um…cycle,” he chokes out the last words.

“The day I attacked Ma,” Ky adds.

“Oh…oooooh.” My eyes go wide. Recalling the day when I had believed I was dying, when I found blood in my undergarments at sixteen. I panicked, before I realized what was happening. Animals have heats. They bleed so they can breed. I asked a kind, older woman who used to live a few houses down before she passed away the following year. She was quick to reassure me that I was in fact not going to die… “Oh, no…” I trail off, looking over at my sweet Alpha.

“He lost control because of me. I acted foolishly on instinct and gathered your bloodied clothes… I didn’t realize they would set Ky off. He went half feral, Ma tried to calm him, and he lashed out. It was the scent of Ma’s blood that ultimately snapped him out of it.” Aldair is clearly ashamed of this, and so is Ky.

“It was an accident,” I argue.

“An accident that could have ended in death,” Ky argues right back.

“But it didn’t.”

“But it could–”

“But it didn’t!” I insist, pushing away from the comfort of Cillian’s chest, so I can meet Ky glare for glare. His nostrils flare, his amber eyes glowing, and I smirk. “Mistakes happen. You learned from yours. When was the last time you hurt someone? Was that it?” I ask, and he nods. “Time to stop punishing yourself. We can’t change the past.”

“I could say the same to you.” Kylan lifts his chin, and I clench my jaw. He’s got a point.

“Fine. You forgive yourself for losing control, once…” I emphasize the word, but keep talking before he can speak. “And I will forgive myself for not knowing you three were waiting for me all this time.”

“Fine,” Ky barks, and I whoop in victory.

“Fine,” I echo, and then perk up. “Now, who’s going to give me their knot first?”

Chapter Twenty

Goldie

“Present for your Alpha’s, Goldie,” Aldair demands once I’ve issued my challenge, and even though I’ve never done it, I know what he wants. After I put the blanket to the side, I climb off of Cillian, turn, drop to my hands and knees and arch my back. Presenting them with the sight of my dripping wet center.

“Fuuuck,” they groan in unison, making me giggle. I wiggle my hips for good measure, letting out my own groan, when their scents fill our little nest. Leather, rain, and cracked pepper…

A thought occurs to me, and I turn to look over my shoulder. Three very important things are missing…

“Monsters have no need for clothing, because our bodies are made to protect us,” Cillian says, seeming to figure out my issue before I even voice it. Something happens to his lower half that I don’t fully understand, especially in this awkward position, but the monstrous cock that Cill takes into his hand is pretty self-explanatory.

Relying on what I learned while with Aldair, I can tell at a glance that Cill’s cock differs from human form in shape and texture. With an angular tip, the dark pink shaft has subtle ribbing that makes me shiver in anticipation while leading down to a slight swell at the base of his cock where the skin darkens to a deep red. The fur covering his body continues to his groin, where it obscures everything else. From where I sit, I can make out the beads of precum that continue to drip down to where his fingers tighten on each stroke.

“We can shift now, if you want. Your first time should be exactly as you imagined it,” Cill offers, and I can’t resist a smile. For a long time, all I wanted was to never take an Alpha’s knot. Now I can’t imagine going another day without my mates taking me just as they are now.

“Is that what you want?” I ask, but Cill shakes his head.

“I want you any way you’ll have me, golden girl. But I’ve only had my other form for less than two weeks. This is the form I’ve known my whole life. So if you’re honestly asking, I want to take you like this, in my true form,” Cill says, sounding vulnerable.

“I want you, this version of you, and every version of you, for as long as we live,” I murmur, feeling shy.

“Fuck, Goldie.” Ky reaches for me first, pulling me off my hands and knees, and into his lap. I straddle him, feeling the press of his cock between my slick folds, as my head falls back so he can kiss and nibble the delicate skin of my neck and shoulder.

Their scents, the feel of Kylan against me, and the needy feeling inside me fill my head and make me dizzy with lust.

“I need you inside me,” I beg, as his long tongue licks at my skin, making me moan.

“Give me a taste of your sweet honeysuckle slick first, Goldie. Lie back for me,” Ky murmurs against my skin, and I agree eagerly. I scoot off of his lap, and lie back on the floor of the nest, Aldair and Cillian on either side of me.

“Such a good Omega, for us,” Aldair praises, and I purr in response.

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