Page 87 of Scapegoat

“I’d catch sight of these sweet little swells.” His fingers grew bolder, tracing big circles around my breasts. “Ones that got bigger as you got older and that killed me. You became riper.” I gasped as his fingers grabbed my tits and sank them into the softness. “Swollen. And I wanted to do everything to them.”

He moved closer, kissing me slowly, thoroughly, but the pace picked up as the beast took over and it felt like Jay was trying to devour me. His fangs scored my lips, making me growl and nip at his, until his fingers closed down around my nipples.

“I’d see these tight little nipples when the water was cold and I wanted to pinch them until you cried out.” He did just that and I didn’t scream, just moaned. That lightning stab of pleasure bordering on pain was just what I wanted. Xavier shifted me lower, so my groin was plastered over his, his length settling right where I needed it. “I wanted to suck them until you moaned.”

I did just that as he sucked one nipple in, long slow swallows forcing my nerve endings to come to life. I didn’t pull away from his assault, instead I leaned into it. I wanted this, wanted him, wanted all of them.

Because when I did the pain eased.

I hated everything about being back home, except this. It felt like now we were finally fulfilling a potential that had always burned there.

“You like that?” Atlas tilted my head his way, kissing me before I could answer, because he knew.

The air must’ve stunk with my need for them. But he didn’t seem fazed by that and neither were his brothers. Xavier ground himself against me, not pushing his cock in, but making sure I ached for it. And Atlas? His hand slid down, tugging my other nipple viciously before he took over the story.

“You would never have left this place if you’d let us know you wanted us,” he growled, kissing me between confessions, not letting me say a thing. When I started to squeak at his vicious pulls, his hand slid down, finding my clit in the water. “We’d have been on you for hours, forcing you to come over and over. We would’ve filled you with our seed.”

“Fuck, yes…” Xavier hissed. “You’d have been dripping with it.”

“And we would’ve loved you.” Everyone paused then as I stared at Atlas, seeing that emotion burning in his eyes, burning in all of them as I looked around at each one of my mates. “We would have been gentle when you needed that and rough when you didn’t, claiming you as ours. You wouldn’t have walked away from this place unmarked.”

“I love you too.” The words were hard to say. They’d told me over and over, but my voice died each time it was my turn. “I’ve always loved the three of you. When we were little kids, I cried at night because I missed the three of you, and when we were older, I was bracing myself with everything I had, assuming someone else would become your mate. I wanted, needed it to be me.”

“It was always you.” Xavier drew me back against his body. “We thought you knew. I’m fucking kicking myself that we didn’t make that clear but—”

I twisted in his arms, turning back so I could wrap mine around his neck.

“You just have to be clear about it now.”

He yanked me closer, slamming his mouth down on mine, making it very apparent what he thought. And I was right there with him, matching his ferocity, as he walked us out of the water and over to a large flat rock.

We used to lie on it all the time when we came to swim and I felt some of the sun’s warmth in it as Xavier set me down. Then they came with me, settling all around my body.

“You’re going to go into heat soon,” he told me, rubbing his hand over my stomach where it might swell with a child, with several children, if we were successful.

“Maybe,” I said with a huff, not sure why it hadn’t happened before now. I was ready, I was sure of it, and the lack of heat had old doubts rising. Maybe I wasn’t their real mate, not their omega, but Xavier just smiled.

“No maybes,” he said. “Your skin is getting hotter.”

“Your scent is changing,” Atlas added.

“And you’re hornier than normal.” Jay winked at me. “Remember the ride to the concert?”

They were my mates, so when no one was around to watch, I touched them as much as I could, claiming them all over again. But touching always seemed to lead to something else and I’d had my hands down Jay’s and Atlas’ jeans as we’d driven the several hour trip to the concert site, which in turn had had Xavier groaning from the driver’s seat. And they hadn’t been content with just receiving pleasure. They’d pushed my hands away and then shoved theirs up my skirt, plunging their fingers into my sopping wet cunt, all the way until we’d arrived at the concert site.

“We talked about how this might go,” Xavier said, drawing my focus back to him. His hand slid up my thigh. “You’re going to want to take all of us when it hits. It’ll blow your fucking mind, drive away all inhibitions.” His thumb brushed against my aching hole at the same time as a little finger brushed against the smaller opening further down. “We’ve been working on opening you up down here so it won’t hurt.”

But I couldn’t focus on what he was saying as his thumb pushed inside me, just enough to stir me, but nowhere near enough to get me off. I needed more, more, and I told them that.

“How much more?” Atlas asked his brother, before tilting my head his way and staring into my eyes. “We’ve got lube in the car…”

We’d agreed, very sensibly, to try anal before I went into heat. I’d heard horror stories of women demanding their mates give it to them in every hole before they were ready, when they were blinded by their heat. But anal fissures after the heat died down were no fun to deal with.

“Yes,” I said, without question. Yes to trying, yes to them. Yes, in fact, to doing every overheated thing our teenage minds had conjured the last time we’d been here. I wanted to rewrite history right now, change the way those last few days had gone and turn them into the way it should have gone.

And so, that one word of consent meant that I was now on my hands and knees with an old towel laid out on the rock underneath to stop my skin from rubbing raw. I was letting out little meaningless keening noises I’d never made before. They were right, I was getting close, some internal mechanism was kicking in, making me ready, receptive to them. And I felt it even as Jayden moved from behind me, where he’d been playing with my clit and my arse, to lie underneath me, drawing my face to his for a kiss before he reached down and started working his cock into my cunt.

Fuck.

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