Page 123 of Drama Queen

“She looks just like you,” I whisper, letting a bit of my heartache show. “I think that was the hardest part, seeing her every day and then seeing you too.” I glance around the room, making sure to lock eyes with each of them. “All of you, really. She has your same damn eyes.”

Knox doesn’t hold back, chuckling quietly, causing all of us to smile. “She may have our eyes, but she definitely has your beauty.” A wave of his scent hits me, causing my eyes to roll and my legs to quiver. Slick pools in my soaked sleep shorts, eliciting growls and purrs of appreciation from each of them.

“Come, Moon. Let’s get you settled. I have a surprise for you.” His voice is low, rumbling with a purr, and something in me melts for him, wanting nothing more than to listen to his every whim. In the blink of an eye, we’ve moved from Evie’s roomto mine, and in the corner is a pile of blankets I’ve never seen before.

Tilting my head in question, Kato answers. “Maddock put this together after putting Evie down, using the blankets I brought in earlier. Of course, we don’t pretend to know how to do it as well as our omega, so why don’t you arrange it just the way you like.” He raises an eyebrow, triggering an immediate urge to do exactly that.

My skin feels itchy against the fabric covering my body, and it’ll have to go soon, but first, the next step. I’ve read enough since high school to understand what being an omega entails, and now that my mates are here, I’m quite excited.

Moving over to the pile, I notice Maddock did an excellent job arranging the blankets just so, placing the softest ones on top. Once I’ve fluffed the edges and found no flaws, I nod in approval, watching Maddock’s chest swell with pride.

“Let’s give our mate the finishing touches.” Maddock smirks at my confused expression, then pulls his shirt over his head, leaving me momentarily speechless. He chuckles at my comically slack-jawed expression. “Here you go, Moon. Tuck them around until it’s just right.”

As soon as the soft cotton of his shirt touches my fingers, I squeal in delight, giggling at myself while tucking his shirt next to where my head would be in the nest. This way, I can always smell him.

The rest of my guys follow suit until they’re naked before me, causing me to pant and melt where I stand. Another keening noise escapes my lips without permission, calling to them.

Hendrix is the first to step forward—fitting with our history—eager to put the past behind us, erase the haunting memories. He does so the moment he tentatively reaches over and cups my cheek.

His fingers slide to the back of my scalp, tangling in my hair, pulling me to him slowly as his eyes search mine for any hesitation. Once satisfied with what he sees, his lips crash onto mine.

It’s a move that sets the rest of them into action, and I’m thankful we discussed our boundaries, or rather, the lack thereof, before this moment. Nothing can stop us now.

Hendrix wraps his free arm around me, pulling me flush against his body, while our tongues dance. His scent is heady, creating a fog thicker than my heat-induced haze.

“Tell me what you need, Ares. I’ll give you the world.” His lips trail my neck, words muffled against my skin.

“Clothes. Itchy.” One-word sentences are all I can manage.

“You heard our mate.”

At Kato’s command, four sets of hands swiftly remove my scratchy clothes, and I’m naked in no time. Purrs of appreciation drown out any embarrassment I might feel at exposing myself for the first time to my mates. They remain close, caressing soft skin, teasing my nipples as Hendrix continues to devour my soul.

He lays me down in the middle of the nest, gently nudging my legs apart. His big body fits perfectly, nestled skin to skin, his cock pressing nicely against my wet slit, gliding slowly until I arch into him, silently begging for more.

He nuzzles my neck, rubbing his cheek against mine to mark me, claim me. “Do you want me bare, mate?” He directs the question to me but glances over his shoulder to Maddock for confirmation, knowing I’ll agree to anything that gets him inside me faster.

“Yes. Yes.” I breathe, tilting my hips in a futile attempt to catch his tip and draw him home.

His strong hands cup my hips, holding them in place, eliciting a pout and a whine of frustration from me. “Shh, shh,shh. You’re all right, baby,” he coos, before glaring at Maddock. “Come on, brother. I can barely hold on here.”

Maddock chuckles, clearly enjoying his brother’s torment. “We had time before her heat progressed too far. She wants us bare. She doesn’t care about shifting if we get her pregnant.” The word is growled out as a promise. There’s no other outcome— their seed will take root if they have any say in it.

The thought makes me moan and rock against him again. “Please, Drix. I need you now.”

His gaze snaps to mine. “You never have to beg, baby. I’m yours—always.” With that, he guides himself into my entrance and thrusts forward.

A scream escapes me—the pleasure mingled with pain.

Hendrix remains still, fully seated inside me. His lips trail my ear, nipping at my lobe, whispering, “After all this time, your body remembers me so well, takes me completely with one thrust. Did you miss me as much as I missed you, love?”

“Yes,” I breathe, panting with fullness. “Every day, I missed you. All of you.”

My words unleash the rest of his restraint; his hips begin to piston forward, hitting the perfect spot immediately. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to drive me wild.” His movements become erratic. “Are you going to come for me, love?” he breathes against my neck, slipping a thumb between us to stroke my clit until I scream with release. “That’s it. Now you’re going to take my knot like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Whimpering, I agree. “Knot. Yes.” I had read extensively about heats, but this surpasses all expectations. I had always assumed I would be alone, without mates, with no trust for the opposite sex.

Hendrix growls, burying his face in my neck as he begins to climax. “That’s it.” Thrust. “Take it all, like a good mate.” Thrust. His groan is deep and satisfied as his cock twitches and his knotswells, locking us tightly together. Another orgasm rocks me when his every movement brushes his pelvic bone against my clit. He deliberately tilts his hips for better friction, sending me into another whirl of pleasure, drawing a whimper from my lips. He kisses my neck, inhaling deeply, his teeth grazing my skin in a silent question.

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