Page 84 of Choosing Their Omega

“It’s missing… missing something,” I whimper, clinging to Lawson and inhaling his scent to try to calm myself down. It helps a little, and my eyes pop open as Cruz enters the room, bringing a waft of sweet coconut and coffee with him. “It needs you. All of you.”

“We’re right here, sunshine,” he promises, stepping closer to surround me along with his pack mates.

“I know, but…” The realization hits me in a flash, and I release my hold on Lawson’s shoulders to run my fingers over the smooth fabric of the jersey I’m still wearing. “I need your scents in my nest. Your jerseys. Can I—?”

“Of course.” Miles nods solemnly, sharing a look with his friends before striding quickly from the room.

He comes back less than a minute later with several hockey jerseys thrown over his arm, and I swallow down my tears as the other men step forward to help him. Following my whispered directions, they lay the jerseys out on the bed, arranging several pillows and blankets along with them. The sight soothes the unsettled feeling in my soul, and I give a watery chuckle as I look from the nest to the men around it.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, biting my lip. “I’m already a mess.” I gesture to my half-clothed body and the slick that covers my thighs. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to ruin your jerseys if they’re lining my nest like that.”

“Ruin?” Cruz laughs, the sound deep and hungry. “No, not ruin. More like consecrate. And I don’t care if I can’t wear that jersey to another game, I’m keeping it forever. It’ll become my new favorite jersey.”

“Agreed,” Lawson says fervently, setting me down on the middle of the bed. He kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth, then leans back to allow Knox to tug off the jersey I’m wearing that bears his last name.

The burly goalie pulls the jersey over my head as I lift my arms for him, then he tucks it in with the others that are laid out on the mattress.

As he does, it’s like something clicks into place in my heart, making a smile spread across my face. There are still tears drying on my cheeks, and I’m sure my face is flushed and my eyes red, but fortunately, none of the Alphas seem annoyed or turned off by the wild emotional swings I’ve gone through in the past few minutes. Instead, as they gather around the bed, all of them gaze at me with desire and something almost like awe in their eyes, making my skin tingle with awareness.

“I want you,” I breathe, although those three little words hardly seem big enough to encompass the need filling every atom of my body. “Please. Fuck me. Knot me.”

“You’ll never have to ask for that twice,” Cruz groans, crawling up onto the mattress.

The other Alphas follow suit, and even though the bed definitely wasn’t made with five people in mind, I don’t care. It means I get to have all of these Alphas close to me, and that’s exactly what I’ve been craving ever since the first wave of my heat hit.

Miles, slipping into the dominant role he seems to love in the bedroom, moves behind me. He pulls me up so that I’m cradled in his arms, my back to his chest, then reaches down to spread my legs wider, putting me on display for his pack mates.

“Look at them,” he breathes in my ear. “I’ve never seen them look at anyone else the way they look at you, red. They need you so fucking badly. So do I.”

“Mm-hm,” I whimper, squirming against him as I feel the hot press of his hard on against my lower back, smearing a bit of precum over my skin. “Need you… too.”

I’ve been reduced to half-formed sentences and incoherent noises. My pussy is clenching so hard that I’m sure the men can see it, desperate to be filled to the bring with an Alpha cock. Cruz moves between my legs, his large hands gripping me beneath my knees as he lifts my ass a little, holding me right where he needs me as he sets the tip of his shaft at my entrance.

“Eyes on him,” Miles murmurs gruffly. “Watch my brother as he fucks you.”

I follow Miles’s command, keeping my gaze locked on Cruz’s face as he presses inside me, sheathing himself completely in my body. His blue eyes spark, his nostrils flaring as a look of raw satisfaction crosses his features.

“Never felt anything better than this,” he groans. “I hope you need to get fucked hard, sunshine, because I don’t think I can do anything else.”

I arch my back in answer, trying to draw him deeper into my body, and he chuckles roughly as he adjusts his grip on my knees, then draws out and slams into me.

Our bodies slap together as he does just what he promised, fucking me hard and fast. The friction of his cock inside my slick, tight channel makes my nerve endings light up, and my inner thighs tense as I cry out loudly.

Miles keeps holding me up, bracing my upper body and keeping it steady as Cruz rocks me with each thrust. And Lawson and Knox clearly aren’t content to just sit by and watch. Instead, they move in close on either side of me, putting their hands and their mouths on me until I feel as if I’m being touched everywhere. There’s no part of my body that isn’t alight with pleasure, and as the endorphins flood my system, I cling to Miles, my exhales turning short and sharp.

“Gonna come,” I pant, not even sure who I’m talking to. “Gonna… don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m so—”

“Come with me,” Cruz rasps. “Right. Now.”

He bares his teeth, dragging me into his next thrust as he impales me deeply, and I can feel the pressure of his knot swelling inside me. It’s like a match to a fuse, setting off the detonation of my own orgasm. His hot cum pulses into me as my inner walls ripple around him, and I feel closer to him in this moment than I ever have before.

Our gazes are still locked, and I’m sure he can see the rush of emotion behind my eyes, the same way I can see it in him. I suddenly need to have my lips on his, and when I squirm against Miles, he seems to read my mind.

In a flash, he lifts me and tilts me forward, and Cruz moves at the same time. As Cruz settles onto his back, Miles drapes me over his pack mate’s chest—and all the while, our bodies stay locked together as Cruz’s knot keeps him buried deep inside me.

“So fucking stunning,” Cruz whispers softly, sliding his hands into the messy red hair on either side of my face before kissing me. I melt against him, kissing him back as I inhale his familiar mouth-watering scent.

“She’s especially gorgeous like this.” Miles’s voice comes from behind me, low and intent.

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