Page 19 of Christmas Heat
"I'm going into heat," she says, redundantly. They all know it. And they don't respond, but their bonds are open, letting her prod at them, to see what they're feeling. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Anticipation. Concern, which is directed towards her. And something soft and tentative and hopeful that feels a little bit like holding a squirming little baby in their arms.
"I... Idowant a baby," she finally whispers. "I want us to have a baby. Whether it's now or later. I swear."
"Baby." Tenor's voice sounds hesitant. "No matter what happens, you know we'll support whatever you want to do, right? If something happens and you feel differently later, we'll support you."
She doesn't know what to say to that.
"Just... we want you to know you have options," Julius says then, and his face looks the closest to nervous that she's ever seen it.
And to their credit, they don't even use the word "breeding" once.
Eight Days Until Christmas
Tenor
Tenor stares at the computer screen, blinking at the blur of words in front of him and running his hand down his face in frustration. This was not a difficult assignment. Analyze three of the recurring uses of symbolism in Bocaccio's Decameron. There were literally thousands of themes to pick from there. You could literally look at the subversion of expectations of alpha and omega sexuality if you wanted. So why did so many of his students decide to utilize some boring ChatGPT prompt to write their assignments?
He tries to focus on filling out the required form to report an academic offence–again–but is distracted by Eden's whine from the nest. Her nesting instincts are still going strong. All the anxiety about the tree suddenly makes sense now, although he can't say he's super happy about it being right next to the bed,and he doesn't love the way she keeps looking at it and then down at the bed like she's trying to eyeball if it will fit.
His eyes catch on Luke gently tilting a mug of hot cocoa into Eden's mouth while she lounges on Julius like he's her own personal recliner, the blond bastard looking smug as shit about it. She shakes her head at the offered drink. She must be close if she's started refusing to eat.
God, he wisheshecould be Eden's personal recliner, but he still has twelve more papers to grade before the deadline in–he looks at the time in the corner of the screen–four and a half hours. And the last thing he needs is for cranky students to email him about not getting their grades back before the holidays.
While he gets through this, Luke and Julius are on 'soothe Eden and keep her from crying again' duty, which is somehow even harder outside prison. You'd think it would've been easier, but their girl is really going through it.
He smells her scent sharpening in the air at the same time as he sees Luke and Julius start to move, flipping her onto her back and undressing her. Fuuuck, he can't believe he's fucking grading papers right now while his pack is fucking his mate. Eden lets out a high, needy sound as her scent turns even sweeter and thicker. Fuck, this seems like it's the real thing now, not just another spike. Her scent is like a fucking spell in the air, pulling him in.
His instincts demand he join them, to ease his mate, but hereallydoes need to finish this marking. When she starts making her perfect breathy moans a couple minutes later, all his resolve crumbles. Fuck it, and fuck those plagiarizing little shit undergrads. He's standing before he even finishes making thedecision, striding across the room and shedding his clothes as he goes.
When her eyes lock on him across the room, he feels relief flood through the bond, like his girl needed him and he hadn't been there. Fuck. Her mouth is full of Julius' cock so she can't say anything, but she doesn't need to.
"Don't worry, baby. We're going to fill you right up," Luke rumbles, fucking her with short, rough strokes that make her eyes flutter close while Julius thrusts shallowly in her mouth. "We're going to take such good care of you during your heat. Give you everything you need."
Tenor's cock hangs heavy against his thigh. He's been hard for hours just from the scent of them. His palm slides up her thick thighs, fingers drawing teasing circles before finding her clit.
He can feel hunger coming from her end of the bond, along with something endearingly animalistic and possessive. Fuck yeah, they all belong to this feral little omega with the wettest pussy he's ever heard.
With one look at Luke, his pack brother flips her over so she's straddling him, dislodging Julius from her throat with a pitiful whine and grinding her clit against Luke's glistening cock like she's trying to get it back inside her. She squirms her pretty body in front of him and Tenor can't stop himself from thrusting himself inside her slick heat.
He enters her slowly, inch by inch, clutching her hips and savoring the way she gasps and her body flutters around him. Her pussy is so wet it makes those sweet mac 'n' cheese noises around his cock as he starts up a steady rhythm, and he's rewarded with pleased omega coos.
The scent of her heat drenched slick goes right to his head, making his dick somehow even harder until it throbs inside her and threatens to make this round way too fucking short.
The need to take care of her, to make sure she's safe and satisfied and her pussy is full of his cum rears up inside him and comes pouring out of his mouth. "Such a perfect mate. You feel so good, baby."
She doesn't respond, her lips sealed around Julius, sucking at him desperately like the secrets to the universe might've been hidden in his balls.
She's so fucking snug and warm and wet around him. He watches as her hands scramble to clutch Luke's shoulders for balance as he starts fucking her harder. He's sure she's going to leave little crescent shaped indents from her nails and fuck if he isn't a bit jealous of that. He wants her marks all over his body.
"We're going to take turns knotting this sweet pussy until you give us a baby, do you hear me?" Once again, Luke can't dirty talk like a normal person to save any of their lives. But apparently it's exactly what Eden wants to hear, because that perfect pussy squeezes him so tight as she comes.
And his cock is so fucking sensitive that it makes him cum too, his knot locking inside her.
Eden can't even moan because Julius is so deep in her throat, his face tight and forbidding as he clutches the sides of her head and thrusts into her skull. He's fucking her throat like he doesn't give a shit if she breathes or not and the way their mate gushes and squeezes around their cocks every time she gags tells him there's no need for him to intervene.
"Look at you," Luke murmurs. "Taking it like you were made for it, aren't you, baby?"
A grabby, possessive feeling lashes at all three of them from her end of the bond and Luke soothes a hand across her back, grinding his cock harder against her clit. "Yeah, baby, that's right. We're all yours."
