Page 93 of Craving Their Omega

My stomach growls, reminding me that there are other hungers that need to be seen to.

“We’ll get you something to eat after we’ve all cleaned up,” Tristan promises.

“Thank you,” I say. I mean for more than just the promise of food. I can’t imagine how rough things would have been if I hadn’t had the three of them to help get me through my heat.

Xavier pulls me down into a kiss, and even though I’m not in heat anymore, it still lingers a little. His lips curl into a smile against mine, and I can’t help smiling back.

Dominic kisses me as well, a bit rougher, with more teeth involved. It doesn’t make fire race through my body like it would have just hours ago, but it does feel good, and it makes my heart race a little.

Tristan slides out of the bed while Dom is kissing me, and starts gathering the sheets and blankets that are also in desperate need of a wash.

He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t offer any affection, and I sigh internally, a pang of loss echoing in my chest. His walls are going back up again, right in front of my eyes. He’s pulling away, putting that distance back between us, and I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.

He was there when I needed him, more than I expected him to be, and I was so sure that he enjoyed himself as much as the other two did.

But clearly that wasn’t enough.

I try to shake it off, getting out of bed on legs that shake and making my way to the bathroom. I turn the water on as hot as I can stand it and sigh gratefully as it beats down on my shoulders.

I can feel all those little aches that my body was ignoring in favor of getting fucked while I was in heat. My muscles are sore, and there’s a general tiredness in my bones, but I feel pretty good over all.

Even better once I wash my hair and my body, letting the sweat and cum and everything else swirl away down the drain.

I had no idea what to expect from my heat, but honestly, it was incredible. It feels a little like a blur now, a hazy memory of being fucked and passed around and kissed. I’m so lucky the three of them were the for this. None of the toys would have helped me, I definitely know that now.

Once I’m clean, I take my time drying off and getting dressed, and I crack a window in my bedroom to let some fresh air in. The scent of sex is still thick in the air, and it’ll be good to make it clean again.

I go downstairs, and the smell of food wafting from the kitchen makes my stomach growl even louder.

Xavier is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes on the griddle with expert precision. He wields his spatula like a fine tool, turning out stacks of golden pancakes with blueberries, and it makes my mouth water.

He presents the first stack to me, glistening with butter, and points to the syrup on the table.

“Nothing like a big breakfast after something like that, right?” he says. “You need to replace all those calories you fucked out.”

I laugh, pouring syrup over the stack and inhaling the delicious scent. “This looks amazing, Xavier,” I tell him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He smiles at me and goes about filling plates for himself, Dom, and Tristan too.

We all sit around the table, stuffing our faces with pancakes.

For the first few minutes, it’s quiet except for the sound of knives on plates and the four of us chewing. Then Dominic looks to me, sweeping his eyes over me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I feel good. A little sore, and I can definitely tell that I spent the last four or five days just fucking, but all things considered, I feel good.”

“Good,” he says, giving me a little smile. “I’m glad we didn’t break you.”

I laugh, shoving another bite of pancake into my mouth and chewing. “You didn’t, trust me. It’s wild that before this past week, I had never come at all. Now I can’t even count how many times I came.”

Xavier smirks, leaning one elbow on the table. “You can have as many orgasms as you want from now on, shortcake. All you have to do is ask.”

“He’s right,” Dom agrees. “Can’t have you in an orgasm deficit.”

“Is that I promise?” I ask them, grinning at the prospect.

“It definitely is,” Xavier replies. “Whenever and wherever you want.”

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