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When it finally comes, my entire body vibrates. The pull and push of each of them causes glimmers of pleasure to soar all over my skin. I can already feel the glorious impact this moment will have, so I hold onto it, letting my alphas dance together as they manipulate my body as one.
“Fuck,” I hear someone say, but it sounds far away. I look up, my eyes meeting a glorious dark brown, his mouth agape as he watches us and strokes his pierced cock lazily.
“You like having Uriah’s eyes on you, huh, Omega?” my prime whispers in my ear. I keep my eyes on the voyeur, nodding my head as the first sparks of my climax begin in my core. “Helikes having his eyes on you. You’re the most beautiful omega, and he’s touching himself foryou. Only ever foryou.”
His words pull a wild sound out of my throat as their pace increases. I bite my lip, but then there’s a thumb there pulling it free. “We want to hear you, Stacia.” He pulls my lips to his own, giving me a loving nip that leaves me dizzy. “Please, tell us how good we’re making you feel with our cocks.”
I lean in to kiss him, the heat burning me so bright it’s almost blinding. He moans into my mouth and leaves me panting when we part.
“Stacia. You’re driving your alphas insane,” one of my alphas groans in my ear. I can feel myself pulling taut, tethering on a very inevitable edge.
I look up at my peeping alpha just as he groans and leans his head back. The sight of it makes me mewl.
“Fuck, please. Please, Alphas. Now.” I watch as my alpha’s cum hits his stomach, barely missing a pierced nipple as something starts to blaze into an inferno in my core. “Now.”
In the next second, I feel their knots pushing into me, one after the other. The simultaneous drag in all of the right places pushes me over the edge. I scream out, clutching whatever muscle I can get my hands on as my entire body tenses. A scorching intensity pulsates through me and it’s only heightened by the release of my alphas as they belt out their own pleasure, all while holding me secure and rutting me to complete ecstasy. I’m left in suspension as the feeling courses through my body just before I collapse on top of my mate.
Then I feel cold, the fever leaving me just as quickly as it came.
My body relaxes as they maneuver me, laying me down between them in a heap of their scents. Their clothes in my nest cling to me. I feel one of their hands on my forehead just before a strong vibration sounds from another’s chest.
I feel hands all over me, purrs so loud you’d think they were all gigantic cats. It calms me, makes me feel less insecure as bits and pieces of the last few days come back to me. There’s an overwhelming surge of shame before it completely passes, and all that’s left is immense relief.
“Is it over, angel?” Atlas asks, gently swiping my hair behind my ear. I can only give them a small exhausted smile before nodding. “How about we run you a bath and get some takeout? Then we can nap as long as you want.”
I groan slightly. I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted, but I know that these moments right after the fever breaks are important. After most first heats, omegas need a lot of love and attention. I know they want to give me that, remind me that they adore me in every way and that they enjoyed themselves.
I guess I kind of want that, too. The reminder that my heats won’t be a burden. That theywantto do this with me.
“Only for a short time,” I finally agree, barely able to keep my eyes open. “No bath bombs or candles. Just your scents.” That makes them all smile.
When we’re finally able to, Atlas pulls out and gets up, determined to get me in the bath. I expect to feel clingy, beg him to not leave the nest just like I did the last couple days, but it’s easier to let him go. It’s easier to remind myself that he’s leaving the room and notme. My omega agrees with me, confidence shining in our chest.
“Is there anything else you might want, Stacia?” Uriah is watching me with soft eyes as he gently massages one of my shoulders. His expression says that I could ask him foranythingand he’d give it to me. The weight of it doesn’t scare me anymore. Now, I feel soothed by it. I treasure it.
I place my palm on his cheek, returning his tenderness. “There’s nothing else that I need. Nothing at all.”
FIFTY-SEVEN
Our house is packed.
I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to think about how many people we interact with as a pack, but the evidence is astounding. Every frat brother, teammate, and peer that we’ve ever known is piled into our house as we wait for Atlas to come home.
He’s expecting a small pack-only celebration when he returns, but Stacia wanted something bigger for his birthday, something special. Our prime is always being cautious during the school year with hockey and classes, and now that the school year is over, he deserves at least one night where he can relax, enjoy being around friends, and drink a few more shots than normal.
We all agreed that he would love this and let Stacia take the reins. She even allowed us to spray the house down with scent neutralizers so the mingled scents wouldn’t linger in her space. She agreed it was for the best, but demanded that we let her take our clothes over the next few weeks. Which is something we already do willingly.
Beside me, Kendall and Dax are arguing about something going on in the NHL while I pour punch into an array of differentcolored solo cups. It’s a strong citrus-y concoction that Stacia wanted, because ‘Atlas loves limes.’ It’s actually pretty good, with ice cream floating in it to make it more of a punch-float.
“He’s here!” Stacia whisper-yells from across the room. Nobody hears her but Rory and I, so the party goes on as people mingle with their sherbert drinks.
My omega looks slightly defeated, but then Rory cups her hands around her mouth. “Everybody hide!”
Her scream flies through the crowded space, halting every conversation. There’s no confusion, everyone starts to move on instinct.
“Who is that?” Dax whispers to us as we go behind the wall connecting to the living room. “With the blue hair?”
Kendall gives a low chuckle. “That’s Stacia’s best friend, Rory.”
