Good Girl by Sam Hall

Chapter 19

There were no one-night stands with alphas. Not being able to pull out for twenty minutes after the deed was done was a big impairment to that. Orion rolled us on our sides, his body cupped around mine, holding me close as we just breathed, feeling the lump of his knot.

“God, I want to bite you,” he murmured against my neck, teasing the pearls over my sensitive skin. “I want… I need…”

“It’s just alpha shit,” I said in a small voice, only now feeling the magnitude of what I’d done. I rubbed my lower abdomen, the fucking ecstasy of before transmuted into a low simmer now. Usually, when I came, I was done for quite some time until something piqued my interest, but now? I felt Orion’s lips on my skin, just a slow meander, but it could lead to more, and my body was ready and waiting.

“What…what does it feel like?” Brendan asked, throwing himself down beside us. “Does it hurt?”

“No…” Orion ground out. “It’s like that exquisitely sensitive feeling right after you come, but it doesn’t stop. Like part of me wants to keep fucking her.” They caught the little gasp I gave when he flexed his hips. “Part of me thinks she wants me too.”

“She’s right here,” I ground out, but that small movement sent big bruised blooms of pleasure through me. It was no great surprise. His knot was jammed up tight against my G-spot, sending all this referred pleasure out through my clit.

“So you are.” Orion’s head buried itself in my neck, and then it happened. A long, low rumbling sound, the whole room going silent in response.

“Is he…?” Brendan asked.

“Purring.” Rhys sounded inordinately pleased. “He’s purring for her.”

“I can’t fucking stop,” Orion groaned, disturbing the rhythmic sound, making me squirm and whine.

“Don’t.” Rhys’ hand landed on my hip, his fingers locking with his lover’s. “She needs it to get her through this. You’ve locked her down tight, stopped her from getting away, and now you have to soothe her.” He tilted my head his way, brushing kisses across my lips, but pulled away when I reached for more. “Part your legs for us, omega.” My brow creased, my muscles locking down in confusion, making Orion buck up into me. “Eyes open and on us.”

The command was as gentle as a summer breeze, but my eyelids flicked open, seeking Orion, then Rhys. It was he that leaned over us, shadowing us with his body.

“I need you to keep them open, Cyn. Good girl, such a good girl. You took your first knot. That’s amazing. Keep purring, Orion.”

If I’d been in my right mind, I would have baulked at his words, but as I stared, as I felt the vibrations of the purr, I couldn’t. I was caught in this timeless web of sweetness, and I didn’t want it to end.

So it didn’t.

“You’re so sensitive right now, right?” Rhys stared down at the two of us with a look of pure unadulterated love. “Your skin is thin and so fucking responsive.” As if to illustrate his point, he traced the outline of my nipple with the pad of one finger, barely grazing the skin. But my mouth fell open, my cunt clenching around Orion, who let out a guttural groan.

“What are you fucking doing?” he muttered before the purr started up again.

“You’re both just pleasure right now, and we’re going to extend that.” He turned towards Marcus, who sat there, watching everything we did with burning eyes.

“Get the lube, Marcus.”

“I need him, Rhys. I need Orion.”

“I know. I can feel it. Slide in behind him and help me with this.”

“With what?” Orion asked sharply.

“Watch me, omega,” Rhys said, ignoring Orion completely as his hand slid down. “Keep your eyes on me.” And I did as his hand slid down my body, moving to where Orion and I were joined, dipping his fingers in the mess there before bringing his fingertips to my clit.

“Oh fuck… Rhys, what the fuck?! Oh!”

Orion babbled complete nonsense as my mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O, Rhys nodding and smiling in response. Before, it was all hard, fast, brutal, but now? We couldn’t move, trapped together as we were, and so we were completely at their mercy.

“Love you. Need you,” Marcus all but growled into Orion’s shoulder, and I felt the moment when he pierced him with his fingers. Orion thrust up deep inside me, dragging a little over the place that ached the most, making me squirm.

“No, eyes on me. Shh…” Rhys said. “It’s big and it’s overwhelming” —his voice cracked on that— “but you’ve already done so well. Eyes on me.” His finger slid over my clit, just the briefest of caresses.

“I…I can’t,” I whispered.

“Yes, you can. This is what your body is made for—pleasure, more than any man or woman has a right to experience. You’re finding out who you really are now, Cyn. Everything’s been leading up to this.”

My mind, in its vulnerable state, grabbed onto Rhys’ certainty like the lifeline it was. I was a mass of confusing sensations and emotions, tossed around by them like a ship at sea, but he held my eyes with his, increasing the pressure of his finger, forcing me to squeeze down on Orion, his cock throbbing in response.

“I need in you, love,” Marcus all but growled into Orion’s ear. “I ache.”

“Jesus, Marcus—Oh!”

“He’s a greedy one, Marcus,” Rhys told me. “As a kid, he had to have a lick of your ice cream, a bite of your sandwich. It makes him feel better and stronger when he’s in the middle of whatever’s happening. Like a little prince, for all that Orion’s the one with the fancy name.” His words seemed damning to me, but there was only that persistent sweetness, seducing my focus away from the others, rather than commanding it. “If you do this…”

It was now that Rhys paused, seeming to consider his words carefully, the magnitude of them turning his pale blue eyes empty and sightless momentarily, which had my eyes mapping his face with much greater concentration than when he commanded me.

“If you let us give you everything we’ve been wanting to give you, if you let us in, he’ll come, with those big sharp teeth of his, wanting to taste everything we have.”

“Hit his prostate. Milk him, Marcus.”

I looked back to see Brendan at Marcus’ shoulder, watching him fuck into Orion, who was just driven deeper into me. I was sobbing now, great ragged cries of pleasure, the feelings so bloody intense, my vision went white with every stroke. I was reaching critical mass quickly, something that Rhys nodded in acknowledgement of as his finger stroked me harder.

I’d thrown a great big juicy piece of meat for these alphas by confessing what I’d seen and what I’d felt, unable to keep it in anymore, and now, they were on my trail. Rhys tended to my body as gently as a maid, which made the resulting orgasm all the sweeter. There was no striving, no straining.

Well, not for me.

“Harder…” Orion gasped out, pushing back into Marcus’ vicious strokes, then slamming back into me as far as he could go, both of us grunting in quick percussive succession.

“Fucking hell!” Marcus growled. “Come!”

Our bodies were his bitches, doing just that, and it was only then that the terrible mask on Marcus’ face could slip. Becoming open-mouthed and pained in response, he gave everything he had to Orion, but his hand slapped down on mine, tangling our fingers together, and then his eyes opened.

I wasn’t sure if he were angry, fucked, or just destroyed by what had happened, but as I looked over Orion’s shoulder, those hazel eyes of his met mine, refusing to let my gaze go.

“Mine…” he growled, one last, long distorted sound, and I wasn’t sure whom it was directed at.

“My knot, it’s slipping free,” Orion groaned, unable to even open his eyes as he sucked in breaths.

“It’s your prostate,” Brendan replied, smoothing back his hair and then placing a kiss on his forehead. “Rhys and me, we talked, did some research. Some people reckon it triggers a final release.”

“You’ve thought about this?” Orion asked as he flopped back on the bed, pulling out of me, the resulting gush soaking the bed. Then he pulled me close, tucking my body in against his, and reached for Marcus.

“We kept trying to take each other’s knots,” Brendan replied. “We did a lot of…research. We needed to know if we could get the bloody thing out again if we did manage to take it.”

“Fuck…” I croaked out as everything started to go dark. “That’s hot.”

I slept then,for at least a few hours, because that was how frenzies went—swift storms that blew in, then out again, unless they were invited to stay. I’d have to offer one or more of them my neck, let them pierce my skin, making me theirs forever, for it to last. It would become a heat, the near mythical mating madness that would make food, water, sleep, and oxygen irrelevant. I snuggled down closer in the mass of masculine bodies at the thought of that. And for a while, there was peace.

Sometime later, I woke up feeling hot, sticky, and dying for a pee, so I wriggled out from under the bodies and padded over to the en suite.

“Jesus!” I jumped when I saw Marcus in the doorway, watching me as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. “What do you want, Marcus? You scared the shit out of me.”

He walked up behind me, a dissolute Renaissance angel, wrapping his hand around my throat and tilting my jaw back, so my eyes met his in the reflection.

“They always want me,” mirror Marcus said, shifting slowly, sinuously like a snake. “It sounds fucking arrogant, but it’s always true. Man, woman, beta, omega. Some think they want my Orion, my Rhys, or my Brendan, but when they meet me, that shifts.” His hand shifted, tracing the column of my neck. “She told me she didn’t, that day in the forest. Kristy or Kirstie, I can’t remember her name. She told me she wanted my boys because she thought that’s what I wanted to hear. And I did.”

I shivered as his teeth grazed the tip of my ear, then his mouth trailed down the side of my face.

“But you, you don’t tell me anything, eyes full of my boys, getting your little panties wet for them.”

I gasped, going up on tiptoes as his fingers dragged through my seam, collecting Orion’s cum and my slick on the tips. He shoved the three of them into his mouth, his eyes going heavily lidded as he sucked them clean.

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh, don’t be.” His smile was as light and golden as the sun, his fingers clawing at the collar I still wore, the smile faltering a little when he couldn’t get the strands to part far enough. “I’ve looked for an omega for my pack for so fucking long, saw their hearts break, saw small pieces of them chipped off over and over by the process.”

“Jean?” I asked.

“Jean was the latest, supposed to be the last.”

When he smiled down at me, there was something possessive and so bloody hot about it.

“I see everything coming. Orion always growls at me for my hubris, but it’s true. I see his father’s bullshit, the little factions he grew up with, our customers and associates. I see their deals and betrayals, I see their bullshit little agendas every time, and I plan for every single one. But you?”

When we stared at each other in the mirror, all smiles faded. It was as if we were strangers, so we studied each other in detail.

“I didn’t see you in the forest that day. They did, going on and on about this girl and her scent. But I see you now.” A finger went under my collar, pulling one of the strands of pearls so far, the string holding them together began to strain. “Rhys will never say anything, wanting you to find your way to him. Brendan will follow on your heels like a little puppy, then order you to strip naked so he can lick you clean. Orion has his own baroque little plans, will try to stick to them as everything inside him screams for you, but me?”

He let go of the pearls, depositing a gentle kiss on the side of my face, then wrapping his arms around me tight before delivering his final blow. He pressed his nose into my hair and breathed me in as his eyes fell closed.

“I’ll give you a week, omega, to make the right choice, to choose us. I’ll personally make it my life’s mission to keep you deliriously happy, because that’s all I want—them, you, this. If at the end of the week, you tell me no, clean and clear, I’ll make sure you get out of here in one piece and go back to your odd little life on the edge of the forest.” Then his eyes flicked open, shining now with an unearthly light. “But if you run? Because this is too much, because we’re too much, because whatever strange seed took root in you that day grows into something you can’t handle? I’ll come for you. I’ll hunt you down, drag you back to my lair, and throw you to my mates to devour until you fucking see what’s right.”

My heart hammered in my ears, the sound of his voice the only thing getting through.

“Yeah?” I snapped, watching his pupils blow wide, his smile wider as I turned around. I tangled my fingers in that mop of golden hair. “Then get down on your knees and lick me clean of Orion’s cum. Then replace it with your own.”

“Oh, princess, nothing would make me happier.”