Chapter Nine

By the time Shepard pulled free, Mia’s heat had risen again inside her. That need which had slept for a short while was waking, stretching and filling her.

Shepard moved back—not out of the nest, but back far enough to give the others room—and Dax took his place.

Somehow Mia had always expected he’d look different during sex. She wasn’t sure why—maybe because he always had that young charm to him that didn’t seem to fit with the passion of entangled bodies. However, that wasn’t the case. His green eyes danced with want and promise, and his crooked smile was the same it had always been.

That reassured her, made her happier than she’d thought it would. He offered one kiss—quick and deep—before he caught her chin. “You smell delicious, Mia. I always knew you did, but now it’s so much stronger. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Don’t make me beg,” she said back as that need grew inside her, as if it sensed him close and had grown tired of waiting anymore.

“You? Beg? Wouldn’t that be strange?” Even as he made the joke, Dax caught her around the hips. She expected him to take her the same way Shepard had, but leave it to Dax to surprise her. He turned her so she was on her hands and knees and he knelt behind her.

He bumped her forward, but with Hart there, she wasn’t sure what he wanted.

Hart fixed that—as usual—and helped her adjust so she rested just over his lap, her chest down and her weight on her elbows, Hart’s cock inches from her lips.

It was a temptation that made her cunt squeeze down, and a trickle of cum escaped and made her whine.

Dax’s chuckle was so familiar, but when he dragged his finger up her slit to collect the cum and pressed it back into her—that was new. “You look good like this,” he said, always the talker. “It makes me think about all the time we missed out on because of you being stubborn. I’m thinking you should work from now on without panties, so whenever you start smelling like this, I can bend you over your desk and fuck you.”

Mia gasped as he fucked her with his fingers as if mimicking what he’d said. The image stuck with her, too. She thought about her large desk in the center area of the office, and how he’d press a hand to her back, pin her to the top then force his cock into her.

Afterward, he’d only push her skirt down and she’d sit there, his cum dripping from her as she kept working.

How could that idea be as hot as it was? What is wrong with me?

She blamed it on her heat, on the fact that her sex-addled mind would be fine with anything so long as it satisfied her need for them.

Dax pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his cock. He wasn’t as thick as Shepard, but damn…he was longer. Or perhaps it was the position? He sank impossibly far into her, but as if he were mindful of that fact, he went slowly. Where Shepard had taken her like a beast, Dax was careful. Funny, because she doubted Dax had ever been careful about anything in his entire life.

Mia let the sensations wash through her, over her, arching her back more so he hit all the best spots.

Something warm touched her lips, and she licked a salty, masculine taste from it. Hart’s cock.

He hadn’t moved, which meant she’d inched forward until she’d made contact, as though drawn there through no actual thought of her own.

And she wasn’t sorry about it, either. Hart’s cock was a thing of beauty, and the only one of the three she’d gotten to actually see. His skin was dark, like the rest of him, and he was uncut. The head was thicker than the rest, and she licked a drop of moisture from the slit at the top.

Divine.

Mia stopped resisting—like I ever really did—and took him into her mouth. His skin was like fire made flesh, and it was the stretch in her jaw that told her he was thick enough to make her nervous.

She didn’t try to take much of him—she wasn’t all that practiced in blow jobs, especially in recent years—but each drop of pre-cum that spilled into her mouth made a moan vibrate around him.

Dax held her waist as he fucked her to keep her from bumping forward, and she focused her attention on Hart’s cock.

He stroked his fingers through her hair, the touch altogether sweet and unexpected. She’d figured Dax for wild, but he seemed controlled. Not that it surprised her that they’d not conform to what she’d expected. They’d kept her guessing for six years.

Mia danced her tongue along the head of Hart’s dick, using the motion to distract her from that raging desire in her body. Even with Shepard having already taken her and Dax doing it now, the flames of her heat still seemed to burn her alive.

How could it feel this way? When she’d endured them on her own, there had been this rising need, one that grew with time until she was mindless with it. Now, though? Her body seemed out of control, both worse and somehow better, the need coming in crashing waves where she feared she’d lose her mind and herself beneath it.

Dax never went too fast, though his thrusts were strong and filled her in a way that made her gasp and shudder. His grip around her tightened in rhythmic squeezes, as though he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck, Mia, I wish I could hold off. Your cunt feels perfect, and I want this to last.”

As he spoke, the breakdown of his steady thrusts said he’d lost that fight. Or was it even a fight? He plunged into her just as his knot started to grow, forcing himself in far enough to lock inside her.

The sensation of his cum, hot and thick, inside her triggered another release for her, but she lacked energy to do more than whine. She released Hart’s cock and whimpered, burying her face against him, closing her eyes.

She knew it was only a matter of time before another wave hit her, but Mia took the moment of quiet to rest, with Hart’s fingers working through her hair and Dax locked deep inside her.

I had no idea what I was missing…

* * * *

Feeling a cock press into her sometime later should have frightened Mia. It wasn’t the sort of thing she’d ever woken up to before.

Yet, somehow, instinct wouldn’t let her worry. Even before she recalled her heat, or the alphas, or anything else, she slid her arms around the body against her and angled her hips for the best drag of that dick against her sensitive walls.

Lips played against hers, urging her to fully rouse, and when she did, honey-colored eyes met hers. It felt like the dream he’d woken her from before.

She was in Hart’s lap, her legs spread around his waist, and far closer to him than she’d expected.

She’d thought that he’d take her as Dax had, as Shepard had, with her beneath them.

Instead, he’d placed her above and against him, a position far too personal.

Sweat ran down Mia’s back, and every muscle in her body seemed bone-deep sore and tired. Still, that rising need had crested again—while she had been asleep after Dax, she guessed—and Hart had pulled her into his lap to sate her.

She’d felt his cock with her lips, her tongue, yet she’d never have thought it could feel this good inside her. He was curved slightly, letting him stroke her G-spot with every thrust.

It was only then she realized that he was moving her, using his hands on her hips because her body had mostly given up.

He didn’t kiss her deeply, the touches of his lips to hers like sweet whispers between them.

She laced her fingers together behind his neck, giving up on nerves or worries or concerns about tomorrow. Tomorrow didn’t exist right then, not between them, not with his warm body smelling so delicious or his cock so deep inside her.

She broke the kiss so she could tease along his jawline, the skin smooth with only the barest trace of a five-o’clock shadow. He tipped his head backward, offering his throat like a sacrifice to her, and Mia stroked her tongue down the hollows of the offering.

“Mia,” he whispered like a prayer, like something he’d longed to say for years but had kept in. The one name came out with all that desire, with all the things he’d buried that she’d never seen.

How did I miss this? Why did I resist it so long?

As she wondered it, that nagging ache inside her grew, consuming everything around her as it had done time and time again. It pushed out all thoughts except Hart, except Shepard and Dax who sat near enough she could still scent them.

Hart didn’t speed up, didn’t lift his hips to take her deeper. In fact, he seemed far more leisurely than she’d have thought possible, given the circumstances.

“You’re thinking again,” he said, which made Mia realize she’d stopped kissing him and was staring instead.

“I didn’t expect this,” she answered, her words were breathless and broken by whimpers.

“No?” He licked softly at her bottom lip as if he couldn’t just not taste her. “What were you expecting?”

No answer came to mind as she rode him harder, chasing that elusive high, that break from the pain of her heat that lasted just as long as his cum would stay inside her.

Hart growled, the sound showing how much more he wanted, how deep and carefully held his own need was.

Mia leaned in for an almost-there kiss and spoke softly against his lips. “I want to feel all of you.”

“If you were hoping for more than this, I’m sorry to disappoint.” The joke was forced, his hands tighter as he held himself back.

“Please? I need you.”

His gaze was intense, and as if the word ‘need’ had woken something inside him, he used an arm to pin her to him and rolled them so she was beneath him. She didn’t have time to breathe before he pulled back and thrust in hard, filling her so perfectly. He caught her hands and pinned them above her head, trapping her beneath his much larger body before he set a punishing pace.

This was what she’d craved, to take away not only the ache inside her but the ability to think or worry. She wanted to be so overwhelmed that nothing could get between them.

And Hart delivered. He took her with rough, solid thrusts, forced her to take everything he had to give. She planted her feet on the ground to lift her hips each time he plunged deep, to have more of him, all of him.

His growl was deep, primal, as though he’d needed this as much as she had. Had they all been waiting six years for this?

And far too soon, his knot was locking behind her pubic bone, that inevitable havoc on her body, the mixture of pleasure and pain as her overworked and exhausted body was forced to react again.

His weight on her was reassuring, and he used his elbows to keep from crushing her. He slid his fingers through her hair, offering lingering kisses to her cheeks, to the tip of her nose.

Finally, her heat seemed momentarily sated. It wouldn’t last, and she could already sense those tiny flickering embers that would rage to life, but she had a small reprieve.

He rolled to his side, her with him, and a body slid behind her. Shepard.

Dax crouched down behind Hart, looking better naked than any man had a right to. Of course, almost as tempting as his body was the bottle of water in his hand. He helped to lift her head and held the water to her lips.

Being helped for such a simple task annoyed her, but when she swallowed down the cool liquid, she figured complaining now was pointless.

The pressure of Hart’s knot was worse than it had been before with the others, though less strange. Shepard slid his hand over her side, and to her amazement, his cock—hard again—pressed against her back.

“Seriously?” Mia said on a huff.

“You’ll be happy about that in another thirty minutes or so.”

“I think if I never see another dick as long as I live, I’ll be happier.”

Shepard played his lips along her bare shoulder, not in a tease but as though the need to touch her were instinctual. “We were quick the first time to help ease you, but that won’t be enough, not for any of us. You’ll need more, and the next round will let us play.”

“Experts, are you? I love it when men explain to me how my own body works.” Mia meant the words to come out as a quip, but exhaustion pulled at her and she just sounded tired.

Shepard didn’t seem to take offense, though. He nipped softly at her shoulder. “We’ve done this more than a few times before, Mia. We told you you were in good hands.”

The words chilled Mia. Even as connected to them as she was, with Hart’s knot locked inside her, with Shepard stroking her and Dax having taken a spot near her head, reality crept in.

We’ve done this before.

They had. How many omegas had come into the office? The alphas had turned the women away after a single taste.

Now Mia was one of them, just another stupid, lovesick woman who had fallen for them even when she knew better.

Hart pressed a thumb to the center of her forehead, and she realized she was frowning. He rubbed softly, his gaze searching as if he could figure it out.

Mia dropped her head against his chest so he couldn’t see. She didn’t want him to see. She’d take them again and again no matter how she felt about it.

They were right—she wasn’t done yet. That meant she’d be fucked again, by them all, until her heat was over.

Then?

She’d lose everything she cared about.