Page 120 of Want It All
I screamed as the pleasure broke, shuddering over me like a wave. Sebastian gave a matching shout as Byron pushed inside him, smoothing his palm down Sebastian’s back, making him moan against me. The soft vibration forced a series of pulses from my over-sensitive clit; my head lolled back to rest on Tristan’s shoulder.
‘You’re not even close to finished, Rose,’ Tristan whispered to me, his breath fanning my ear. ‘After this, you’re going to get on your hands and knees and show your pack how you’ll present for us during your heat.’ The filthy words sent a freshwave of arousal through me; I stiffened as he rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. ‘Do you want to tell the others, pretty? Tell your pack exactly when you stopped taking your heat suppressants.’
Byron’s pupils blew out, his eyes turning black. He bit his lip as he pulled back from Sebastian’s body, then slowly – tortuously – pushed back in. Sebastian’s limbs shook, but he tilted his hips, trying to take more. ‘You stopped taking your suppressants, beautiful?’
‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’ My voice was hoarse. ‘The Banksia rules state that omegas must be on heat suppressants during the teaching terms and mid-semester breaks. They don’t say anything about the end of the year.’ Sebastian lifted his head, blinking up at me, his chin shining with slick. His eyes fluttered closed as Byron took on a steady rhythm, his hands tight on my omega’s hips. ‘I stopped taking them after our last class.’
‘The suppressants take a fortnight to stop working,’ Tristan murmured, rocking beneath me. ‘Or so the doctors I called said. Which would make the start of your heat –’
‘Next week, when we’re on the island,’ Sebastian supplied, dipping his head back between my thighs and licking around the base of Tristan’s cock. ‘Fuck, Rosebud. Want to see you stretched around a knot so bad.’
Byron groaned; his pace quickened. ‘Make her come again,’ he ordered, a thrum of dominance in his words, though I wasn’t sure whether he was talking to Sebastian or Tristan. ‘Now.’
It didn’t matter who he meant, it turned out; Sebastian’s lips closed over my clit and Tristan took my hips in hand, holding me steady as he began to fuck up into my body ruthlessly, hitting one of the sweet spots on my internal walls with unerring precision. I gave myself over to my pack, swept away in the waves of emotions flowing through my bonds, the circle complete when Byron wrapped his hand around my knee,grounding me. His warmth tethered me as I let go entirely, let my alphas and my omega push me into bliss. The love in our bonds pulsed inside me, pulsedtogetherlike a shared heartbeat, until I shattered into ecstasy, my cries echoed by my pack as we fell to pieces.
For a moment – or an hour, I couldn’t say for sure – I floated dreamily, my body light and my mind blank of anything but our shared warmth, our shared pleasure, our shared love. I came back to earth with lips on my neck, another mouth trailing over my belly, and a pair of gentle hands pushing my hair back from my face.
‘Rose,’ Byron whispered.
Someone wrapped me in their arms and rolled me sideways; the hard length inside me shifted, but stayed where it was. I made a satisfied noise at the feeling of my alpha’s release staying deep inside my body, then sighed as our scents mingled in the night air. I nuzzled forward until I found a stretch of cherry-scented skin, then whined until lips that tasted like caramel parted my own.
‘Do you think it could be starting early?’ I heard, the voice sounding far-away.
‘... could have brought it on.’ Something touched my brow. ‘She definitely has a temperature.’
A chuckle sounded close to my ear. ‘That’s my Rosebud,’ my omega murmured proudly. ‘Over-achieving, even when it comes to heats.’
‘... have to get her back to Banksia. I’ll call …’
‘… ring Chloe. She was flying in …’
‘... let her parents know, too. They were supposed to have lunch …’
My alpha slipped from my body, the soft mattress beneath me shifting. I grumbled wordlessly, balling my hands into fists as my fingers began to tingle.
‘Shh, omega. I’ve got you.’ A pair of strong arms caught me up. I nuzzled forward, finding the bite mark I’d given, letting my tongue soothe over the wound. My alpha groaned. ‘Fuck, beautiful. I’m not going to make it to the nest if you keep doing that.’
The smell of the ocean and the crash of waves brought me out of my daze. It was nighttime, and Byron was carrying me, making his way back up to the cliffs – a process I was not making easier with my tongue on his bite.
‘I misjudged the timing, didn’t I?’ I said crossly.
He huffed a laugh. ‘Even you make mistakes sometimes.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘For what?’ he said, kissing my hair. ‘For making our bonding ceremony even more special?’
‘For ending our night early.’
‘Oh, Rose,’ he said softly, the moonlight brightening his face as he smiled. ‘This is just the beginning.’
