Chapter 14 Chapter 14
MIRA
Maybe it was the stupidest idea I’d ever had to believe them. No—scratch that. It was stupid.
I pressed myself against the edge of the bed, heart hammering so hard I was sure they could hear it. All three of them… they looked like predators cornered, like the air itself was feeding their rut. Zane’s back was pressed to the wall, hands tangled in his hair, teeth clenched, every breath shaky and uneven.
Luca sat on the couch, his jaw tight, eyes flicking to me over and over before darting to the floor, like he was trying not to think about me—or maybe like he couldn’t. Jax… Jax just stared out the window, motionless, but the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled at his sides, made my stomach twist.
And… I couldn’t ignore it. I could see the outline of their bulges. Thick. Heavy. Strained against whatever fabric was holding them back. My throat went dry, and I had to swallow twice before my mouth would work.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said, my voice shaking more than I wanted.
They all snapped their heads toward me. My pulse jumped. Their eyes… glowing. Hungry. Raw. And I felt like a deer caught in headlights, exposed, defenseless.
Jax’s low growl made the air vibrate. “Just… stay there. Your scent—it’s enough to calm us.”
But it wasn’t calming them. Not at all. If anything, it was feeding the fire.
“Fuck,” Zane groaned, pressing himself into the wall, hands clutching his jeans, hips thrusting against nothing. I swallowed hard, heat flaring across my chest. His groans were wet, desperate, and my fingers dug into the blanket like it could anchor me to reality.
“This… this is driving me insane,” he panted, voice rough.
Jax snapped his head toward him, sharp as a whip. “Stop that. You’re scaring her.” His tone was low, dangerous, but even then, I could see the strain in his jaw, the twitch in his muscles — he was close too.
I licked my lips, trying not to look, my body betraying me with a shiver I didn’t want. “H-how…” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat, fighting against the sudden heat creeping up my neck. “…how do you handle your rut?”
Silence. Then Jax’s jaw clenched, hard, teeth biting into his lip. “How do you think?” His voice was rough, low, full of warning.
I had to look away. Right. Of course. They’d had other ways to deal with rut before—other Omegas, solitude, anything but this. At least that’s what I told myself. My stomach knotted at the thought; I didn’t even know why I’d asked.
My chest tightened, heartbeat stuttering against my ribs as something crossed my mind.
This was a bad idea. The dumbest.
I should be keeping my distance, locking my door, pretending none of this was happening. I should not care if there were in pain because they couldn’t get their dicks wet.
But a tiny voice inside me kept whispering—
what if I’m wrong?
What if this wasn’t some twisted repeat of my past life?
What if they really were different this time?
They hadn’t hurt me. They’d given me space. And still I could feel the wild energy rolling off them, the pull of something that wanted to tear them apart from the inside out.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady. “I can help,” I said, then rushed the rest out before I lost my nerve. “But not like that. I’m not sleeping with anyone.”
Silence fell so suddenly that even the clock on the wall seemed to stop. Three pairs of golden eyes fixed on me—startled, searching, and a little feral.
For a heartbeat, I thought they might laugh. Or roar. Or break. Or pounce on me like… animals in rut.
And hell— they were animals in rut. The way their muscles tensed, the heat radiating off them, the rawness in their golden eyes… it was almost terrifying. My chest tightened, stomach twisting, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if I should flee or just freeze in place.
Instead, the only sound was the pounding in my ears.
Luca licked his lips. “What are you talking about, Mira?”
I swallowed, trying to steady my shaky hands. “I… I’m saying…” My throat went dry. “…you can be near me. You can… touch yourselves. Just… not me. Don’t—don’t cross that line.”
All three of them froze for a moment. Their eyes darkened, glowing faintly in the dim light. My pulse raced, not from fear alone, but from the way the space between us crackled with lust.
Luca slowly styod up and stepped a fraction closer, slow, careful, like he was cornering a wounded animal. “Are you sure?” His voice was rough, low.
I met his gaze, my chest tightening. “I’m sure. But… this is it. Nothing more.”
“Fuck, Mira,” Zane said as he step towards me, his eyes shining even brighter, the bulge in his pants very visible.
I pressed my legs together as they all surrounded me and walked towards me like they were in a trance.
Zane knelt by my leg, Luca climed the bed, his hand inches away from mine while stood right in front of me. His glowing eyes staring right at me.
Zane knelt by my leg, Luca climbed the bed, his hand inches away from mine while Jax stood right in front of me. His glowing eyes staring right at me.
Zane’s breath hitched, a shudder rolling through him as he nuzzled harder against my calf. “Gods, Mira… your scent’s everywhere,” he rasped, voice shredded raw. “Like heat and sugar—fuck, I can’t—” His fingers fumbled at his zipper, metal teeth parting with a rasp that cracked through the room.
He dragged himself free, cock flushed dark, heavy in his palm, the head already slick and shining. He stroked once, slow, eyes rolling back. “Wish it was your thighs I was sliding between.” He added and my cheeks heated up.
Luca’s hand closed over mine—warm, trembling, careful not to pull me closer. He shifted onto his knees beside me, the mattress dipping, and shoved his own jeans down just enough. His length sprang out, long and curved, a bead of pre-cum trembling at the tip.
“Mira,” he groaned, the sound punched out of him. “You’re so close… your pulse, I can hear it.” His hips rolled forward, chasing his fist in short, desperate jerks. “Want to taste you on my tongue—just once—”
Jax didn’t speak at first. He just stared, pupils blown wide, then slowly, he reached for his zipper with. The sound was obscene, metal grinding down inch by inch. He freed himself—thick, the weight of it making his hand look small—and wrapped his fingers around the base.
“Eyes on me,” he growled, voice like gravel dragged over steel. “Watch what you do to us.” His strokes were brutal, efficient, thumb swiping over the slit on every upstroke.
My lungs seized. I couldn’t look away, even when shame burned hot under my skin. Zane’s cock slid through his fist in wet, filthy pulls, the slick sound mixing with his broken moans.
“Fuck, your skin’s so soft against my face,” he panted, hips bucking. “Could come just from this, from you.” His free hand braced against the bed, knuckles white, as his pace turned frantic.
Luca’s grip on my hand tightened, and I swallowed hard not to look at them. “Mira—shit—your scent’s stronger now,” he choked out. “Sweet and… fuck you’re wet, I can smell how much you want—” His strokes stuttered, thighs trembling. “Want to lick you clean after—”
My fingers gripped the sheets tighter and my legs pressed instinctively.
Jax’s laugh was dark, ragged. “She won’t let us. But she’s thinking about it.” His eyes narrowed, predatory. “Thinking about how we’d stretch you open, how we’d fill you up until you couldn’t breathe.”
I shook my head, a frantic jerk, but the motion only made my nipples drag against my shirt, and I felt it—felt the way my body clenched, the way slick heat soaked through my panties. No. No. This isn’t me. I just wanted to help them, but my thighs trembled, pressed so tight together the seam of my jeans rubbed my clit with every shuddering breath.
My pulse thundered in my ears, in my throat, between my legs. They know. The thought hit like ice water. They can smell it. Even as I tried to hide it.
Zane came first, a guttural cry muffled against my leg as he spilled over his fist, hot stripes hitting the blanket near my knee. His whole body shook, cock pulsing in his grip, and he kept stroking through it, milking every drop with a broken, “Fuck, Mira. Your scent—”
Luca followed seconds later, hips bucking hard enough to jolt the bed. “Yes—fuck, yes—” His release painted his stomach in thick ropes, hand squeezing mine like I was the only thing keeping him tethered. His breath sobbed out, ragged and wet.
Jax lasted longest, teeth bared, eyes locked on mine. “Watch,” he snarled. “Watch what you do to me.” His strokes turned vicious, hips snapping forward, and then he was coming—hard, messy, cum splattering the sheets near my feet. He growled my name like a curse, like a prayer, thighs trembling as he rode it out.
The silence after was deafening. My ears rang. My chest heaved. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think past what the hell just happened. Or the way my body had responded to them. What the hell is wrong with me? I only did that so they would stop looking at me like they were going to eat me up!
I wanted to bolt, to pretend this hadn’t just happened. But my body wouldn’t obey.
I pressed my knees together harder, but the friction only made it worse, a soft, involuntary sound catching in my throat. I was wet. Aching. And they knew.