Page 139 of Storm
"Move to the center," Jonathan instructs, his voice rougher now, edged with need.
I comply, shifting to the middle of the nest, where they can both reach me. My heart pounds against my ribs as they enter the nest from opposite sides, surrounding me with their heat, their scent, their presence.
Alexander reaches me first, his hand gentle as it cups my cheek, turning my face toward his. "We'll take care of you," he promises, his thumb brushing across my lower lip.
"We always have," Jonathan adds from behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms encircle my waist. "Even when you didn't want us to."
The truth of his words hits me hard. For all our clashing, all our battles of will, all the ways we drove each other crazy at the Omega House—he was protecting me, in his own rigid, controlling way. Keeping me safe in a system designed to break omegas like me.
"I know," I whisper, leaning back against his chest as Alexander's hands begin exploring my body with aching touches. "I know that now."
Jonathan's lips find my neck, tracing a path of fire from my shoulder to my ear. His teeth graze my skin, not breaking it yet but promising what's to come. Alexander's mouth captures mine in a kiss that's all tenderness and heat, his hands cup my breasts with a gentle pressure that makes me arch into his touch.
Between them, I'm caught in a perfect storm of sensation—Alexander's softness at my front, Jonathan's firmness at my back, their twin scents creating a cocoon of safety and desire around me. My body responds with a flood of heat and slick, my omega instincts recognizing what's happening— These alphas are sharing the claiming, moving as one rather than fighting for control.
"So beautiful," Alexander murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding down my sides to grip my hips. "Our fierce little Storm."
Jonathan nips at my earlobe, sending shivers racing down my spine. "Always fighting, always challenging," he growls, his voice dark with approval rather than criticism. "Even now, you're not submitting—you're choosing."
His understanding of this fundamental truth about me—that I'll never be a docile, submissive omega—makes something warm bloom in my chest alongside the fire of my heat. But this Jonathan—this alpha who wants to claim me—sees my strength for exactly what it is.
"Please," I whimper, the word torn from my throat as their combined touches ignite fires across my skin. "I need?—"
"We know what you need," Alexander soothes, his hands moving to part my thighs. "We've got you."
Jonathan's hands slide up to cup my breasts as Alexander lays himself on the nest. Jonathan lifts me to straddle his brother. They move with practiced coordination, as if they've done this before. The thought sends another rush of slick between my thighs, my body preparing itself for both of them.
"Look at me," Jonathan commands, turning my head to meet his intense green gaze. "I want to see your eyes when we claim you."
Alexander's fingers find my center, exploring the slick heat there with a gentle precision that sends waves of pleasure rippling through me. He finds that perfect spot inside that makes me gasp, his touch confident and knowing.
"She's so ready for us," Alexander murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of control. "So perfect."
Jonathan's hands move with more urgency now, teasing and pinching my nipples as his teeth continue to graze the unmarked side of my neck. I'm caught between them, drowning in dual sensations, my body arching and writhing as they work me toward the edge and just as I'm about to tumble over, Jonathan's teeth graze the side of my throat and I plummet.
I come with a sharp cry, my entire body shuddering with the force of it. The intensity of it is almost overwhelming, a rush so fierce it leaves me gasping, my vision dimming at the edges as I struggle to process the sheer magnitude of sensation. They hold me there, suspended in that perfect moment, drawing it out under their expert touch.
Just when I think I can't handle any more, Alex pulls his fingers away, leaving me gasping and empty, a wild anticipation replacing the fullness. I barely have time to miss him before Jonathan takes over, his powerful hands steadying my hips as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me. My omega instincts respond instantly, and I cry out as he works me to another quick, devastating orgasm.
Jonathan pulls his fingers out of me as the first orgasm releases its hold on my body. The sudden absence makes me groan before I feel the unmistakable sensation of him coating my tight ring with my own slick. I've never been touched there before, never even let myself imagine it. I tense up in response, my body taut with a flash of nerves beneath the relentless need of my heat. But I trust him, in a way I never thought I would. I trust both of them. Some part of me, the soft omega part I'm still learning to accept, knows the thought of being filled in both places will ruin me for anyone else. There's no fear in me, only a dizzying anticipation. A need to be theirs.
"Relax," Jonathan whispers, the command low and soothing, vibrating through the sensitive skin of my throat. He spreads more of my slick against my tight ring, teasing it gently. "I’ve got you," he murmurs, his voice a promise. "I'll make it feel good."
He presses the tip of one finger into that untouched place, and the unfamiliar sensation makes me gasp. A shiver races through me, a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration. I fight the instinct to pull away from him, my body tense, a bowstring pulled taut and ready to snap. Jonathan's hands go still, steady, and I force myself to breathe, to relax into the pleasure he promises. He's noting my reactions, learning what I like and don't, adapting like he always does. He eases his finger in, fractionally deeper, and the burn I expect isn't there. It's pleasure. Unexpected and shocking and delicious. I let out a long, shuddering breath, and Jonathan makes a satisfied noise against my neck.
Alexander's hands grip my waist, his fingers gentle but firm, and in one smooth motion, he fills my needy heat. The sudden fullness with Jonathan's teasing touch makes me cry out. I'm slack and pliant with the force of it, every nerve in my body focused on the place where they both stretch me wide. Alexander stills, letting me adjust to him. I arch, caught between them, caged by their heat and scent and the force of their desire, and nothing has ever, ever felt this right.
"Mine," Jonathan growls against my ear, his voice vibrating through me as Alexander begins to move, setting a rhythm that makes my entire body tremble with need.
"Ours," Alexander corrects, his eyes meeting his twin's over my shoulder. Something passes between them—an understanding, a shared purpose that's been years in the making.
They move together, perfectly coordinated, as if they've practiced this dance a thousand times. Alexander thrusts into me with steady, measured strokes while Jonathan's fingers stretch and tease. I'm caught in their perfect storm. Unable to do anything but feel as they overwhelm me with sensation.
"You feel so perfect," Alexander murmurs, his rhythm faltering slightly as his eyes roll back with pleasure. "So tight, so hot."
"So responsive," Jonathan adds, working a second finger inside me. "Ready for both of us."
The realization of what he means sends a shudder of anticipation through me. Both of them. At once. The thought should frighten me, but all I feel is desperate need.
