Page 34 of Cursed Love

“Guess it’s time to eat,” Hunter says, sliding onto the bed beside me.

I nod, chewing another bite of the sandwich as Hunter reaches out and pulls me into his arms, his hand brushing up and down my back. I let out a tired sigh, leaning into him. We’ve all been running on fumes, and moments like this—quiet and warm—are rare.

“You’re not getting out of this bed until you’ve had at least three sandwiches,” Hunter murmurs against my hair.

“Bossy,” I mutter, but there’s no heat in it. If anything, I’m grateful. Grateful for the food, for the warmth of his arms, and for the little Omega who’s somehow managed to turn all of our lives upside down in the best way possible.

Koa

Moses is nothing but gentle as he washes me off, his large hands soothing against my overheated skin. The warm water helps, but I’m still weary, my body dragging like a dead weight. By the time he’s drying me off with one of their fluffy towels, I’m practically sagging in his arms. He carries me back to the bed like I weigh nothing, setting me down softly before tucking the blankets around me.

I barely notice when someone hands me a sandwich, the smell of bread and meat teasing my nose. My appetite, however, is nowhere to be found. I take a small nibble, the food dry in mymouth even though I know it tastes fine. Moses sits on the edge of the bed, his gaze full of concern as he watches me.

“You need to eat,” he says gently, but there’s a firmness in his tone that leaves no room for argument. “You haven’t eaten much of anything for the past two days.”

I let out a tired sigh, taking another reluctant bite. The truth is, I’m exhausted. My body feels like it’s been wrung out, every nerve fried and every muscle aching. My pussy feels like someone took a battering ram to it and by the look of those weapons between all three of their legs, that’s a very accurate description. I just want this damn heat to be over, but my body isn’t giving me a choice. I chew slowly, my eyes flicking up to meet Moses’ as he leans closer, holding out another small bite.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Just a little more.”

I let him feed me, his patience wearing me down as I take one bite after another. My gaze drifts across the room, landing on Amel curled up against Hunter on the other edge of the bed. They’re both watching me, but it’s the sight of Amel that makes something click in my haze-filled mind.

“Hey,” I say, my voice hoarse from days of crying and whining. “Why don’t you have any mating bites?”

Amel stiffens, his eyes widening just slightly before his lips press into a thin line. Hunter looks at him, then back at me, clearly unsure how to respond. Amel sighs, sitting up a little straighter. “We weren’t sure if our Omega would... share,” he says carefully, his tone so calm it almost makes me laugh.

I do laugh, a sharp, incredulous sound that bursts out of me before I can stop it. “Bullshit,” I say, shaking my head as I grin up at him. “That’s absolute bullshit. You’re getting mated right now.”

All three of them stare at me like I’ve just sprouted another head. “Right now?” Moses asks, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes,” I say firmly, pushing the blanket off of me as I sit up. “Right now.”

Hunter chuckles, shaking his head as he leans back against the couch. “Baby girl, you’re still in heat. This is not the time to make big decisions.”

“I can wait,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “But this is important, and I’m not letting it slide. You’re my Alpha and you deserve to be mated.”

Amel’s expression softens, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious,” I say, holding his gaze. “This isn’t just about me. It’s about us. All of us.”

Hunter’s laughter rumbles through the room as he glances at Moses. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”

Moses nods, a quiet smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, she is.”

Amel looks at me for a long moment before finally nodding, his voice low and full of emotion. “Alright, sweet girl. If this is what you want.”

“It is,” I say, my voice steady. “You’re ours, Amel. And I want the whole world to know it.” Maybe one day, it’ll be their bites on me but I’ll just be happy to see Amel mated.

I can’t wait. My body feels like it’s on fire as I watch Hunter bend Amel over the edge of the bed, his fingers slowly pumping into the Alpha’s ass. I’m on my knees, hands fisted on my thighs as I watch, enraptured at the pleasure spreading across Amel’s face. But I also need a knot. Heat bleeds through me as I try not to wiggle or make a sound, silently biting on my bottom lip but it’s not working. And yet, I need this. I hate that Hunter and Moses waited so long to mate Amel but I know why.

“Gods, sweetheart, come here,” Moses muses, holding his arms out from his perch on the other side of the bed. A grin plays on his lips as he rests against the headboard, his cock semi-hard between his thighs. He looks just as worn out as the rest of us, even as he holds out a hand. “You don’t have to wait.”

“Amel needs—”

Moses tugs on my arm, pulling me onto his lap before turning me to face Amel and Hunter. “I think I can multitask, sweetheart. This okay?” I nod, only slightly aware that my back is to him. A spike of terror runs through me before I shove it away, reminding myself who I’m with. The haze of my heat protects me from truly panicking as I nod again, stronger this time. Then he raises me over his cock and slams up into my pussy, a scream of pleasure tearing from my throat. His hands move up to my breasts, kneading them as he starts pumping up into me. “Gods, you’re perfect, Koa. Made for the three of us.” His lips travel across my shoulder, little mewls of pleasure falling from my lips as I continue to watch Hunter open Amel up.

It feels like a lifetime before Hunter slams into Amel, the Alpha’s fingers curling into the sheets. Hunter lets out a feral groan, a possessive sound as my eyes widen at the force of Hunter’s thrusts. He’s so much rougher with Amel than he’s been with me but the pleasure on Amel’s face tells me that this is just a dance to them, a dance of love, of excitement, of ecstasy. Moses times his thrusts with his brother’s, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the heat builds in my lower belly.

I can already feel that this is going to be the last knot of my heat, my thoughts becoming more lucid. I’m achy and tired and just want to crawl up into a ball and pass out but not before Amel is mated. It’s the only fucking thing I want right now. Even more than Moses’ knot. Or maybe just as much.

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