Page 16 of Going Down Smooth: Part One

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I don’t know how long we repeat this process, I can’t tell you the day or the time. But they have all taken care of me. Making sure I have food and water, well, forcing it down me at least, especially when I refused. Pheromone-high Mercy wants to live on cum and cum alone. I don’t know how many times cocks slid between my lips, ass, and wet folds, but as my eyes finally spring open, my head is clear, and the room is dark all around me.

I feel the weight of all that’s happened between the five of us is palpable. Arms are wrapped around my waist on either side, legs are tangled with my own, a head rests on my belly and four sets of lungs inhale and exhale peacefully all around me. I lay there listening to each of them, my eyes watering in the dark as my heart aches for the time lost between us. I don’t regret this. Not at all. I feel complete. This is what I’ve always wanted, to be surrounded by the men that stole my heart long before designation created a divide between us.

Am I still afraid? Hell yes. Now that the proverbial smoke has cleared, sensible Mercy has re-emerged, pushing hussy Mercy back into the dark corners of my mind. At least for now. I know that I need to face these men in the cold light of day, but I don’t know what to do with that.

My body feels like it’s run a marathon, I’m so sore. I ache in places I didn’t know I could ache in. My skin feels clammy from cum and sweat. I feel sticky and crusty at the same time, and if I’m being honest with myself, I want to roll around on top of them and bury myself even deeper into the pile of bodies. A soft purr of satisfaction escapes my lips and Knight instinctively answers, gripping my hip tightly and pulling me closer to his side. I sigh, content. Even though my rational side is screaming for me to untangle myself and take the hottest shower I can stand so I can think straight once more, I refuse to listen, allowing myself to stay inside this bubble of calm.

I lay there for a moment longer, not wanting this moment to end. I know that once I leave this room everything will change and I will have to face not only myself, but them.

Easing myself out from underneath them is not easy but the four of them are so worn out that none of them stir as I tiptoe out of the room, closing the door behind me. Bottles of water sit outside the door, along with chips, crackers, apples, and grapes as well. I can’t help the smile on my face as I take in the spread, grateful, my heart full at the care they’ve taken with me. Grabbing a bottle of water from the floor, I open it eagerly, drinking down the cool essence of life as it replenishes my dry, parched throat.

As I drink, I observe my surroundings in the predawn light. My eyes widen at the polished wooden walls as I walk along the hallway. Various rooms with their doors closed line either side of the hallway and I crack them open one at a time in search of the bathroom. I open door after door, catching scents of both Trey and Nate but my reaction to their fragrance is not as intense as it was before and I relax further, blowing out a relieved breath. My heat is finally over.

I know most Omegas go into heat once a year, but my doctor warned me that I may have another in a few months as my body adjusts to a normal cycle. I can only hope that it won’t be as bad as this one. How I thought I could manage alone was foolish. I felt like I was going to die that day outside my parents’ home. And the thought of going through that with Alphas I didn’t know, even with them being from an agency, doesn’t sit well with me now. It’s like my body knew it needed it to be them, hence them triggering me, I guess. Regardless, I am glad they found me. Glad I let them in.

I find what I’m looking for when I open the fourth door on the opposite end of the hallway. Flicking on the light switch beside the entrance, I gawk at the massive bathroom with a huge walk-in shower, lined with forest green gleaming tiles, copper fixtures and four rainforest shower heads. My cheeks flush at the thought of all four of them showering in here, with me possibly sandwiched between them. Their various shades of brown skin surrounding me, wet muscular bodies, cleaning and making me dirty.

Wait.Am I sure my heat is over? I mean, a girl can fantasize, even though my vagina is screaming, 'No, the hell we can’t.'She has put a no access sign up for at least a few days, the delicious ache between my thighs a constant reminder with each step I take.

Walking further into the room, I find a linen closet with large, fluffy blue and black towels folded neatly along the shelves. I pull one down and place it on a triple sink counter with three oval-shaped mirrors hanging above them. I run my hand along the white polished stone basin, marvelling at the attention to detail that’s been given to all the rooms I’ve seen so far.

“Nate, you’re truly a genius,” I say with pride as I take in his work.

I may not have been beside them these past five years, but I made damn sure I kept tabs on what they’ve been up to. Nate has a degree in architecture, Trey studied music, while Knight and Lox both have business degrees like me. I didn’t miss a beat, including the bar they own and operate together. I am sure they think I walked away without a second glance. Oh, how wrong they are. I felt like the crazy ex that continues to stalk her boyfriend from afar.

Despite my feelings, I cared about their wellbeing, and I am truly invested in their success. It’s what we all planned, and the fact that they kept going made me feel better knowing they were moving on. Even though it felt like I was the one holding on from a distance. I can’t make up for what I’ve done to them. I promised I wouldn’t run this time. I don’t know what my father’s intentions truly were, basically forcing us to reconcile but I am willing to try, despite my hang ups. This could be my chance, our chance, for a do-over, a chance I didn’t know I wanted. But I do. I want it all with them.

I sigh and peer at myself through the center mirror, staggering back with a gasp at the sight of my body. My hair resembles a kinky curly bird’s nest. I don’t even want to look closer to examine the bodily fluids sticking my strands together.

My lips are puffy, red and swollen from all the brutal kisses and the sucking they experienced. Dark purple hickies line my breasts, neck, thighs, and arms. I run my hands frantically over each one, searching for teeth marks, blowing out a relieved breath when I find none. They honored my wishes even when I know I cried, begged, and pleaded for them to claim me. I never doubted they would without my consent, once again berating myself for running away all over again. Finally, I gaze down my legs that are covered with the remains of my slick and their release, and I silently thank my doctor for the implant inside my arm. At twenty-three I am not ready for children, especially with all the responsibilities that I am about to embark upon.

I step away from the sink, wiping my hands down my tired face as I pad over to the shower. Opening the glass door, I turn on the water and let the room steam up around me before walking underneath the hot spray.

I let my thoughts wander as I grab a random bottle of body wash from an alcove in the wall. The smell of citrus and chocolate hits my nose; without a doubt I know this belongs to Trey. I smile as I methodically wash my body from head to toe, twice. I wash my hair, not caring for the moment about my hair routine, my only mission is clean hair. I can worry about moisturizer and oils later. As I go through the motions, my thoughts turn to my parents, my sisters, and all the things that come with moving back home. Because I know without a doubt if I want to hold on to my father’s company, I have to.

My emotions plummet as I think of my father. In five years we hadn’t talked, and my heart feels so heavy with grief over his death, the knowledge hits so hard that it takes my breath away. Right here, right now, in this shower, I can finally let myself feel his loss. “I should have called you, Dad. It was stupid. It was all just so stupid in the end,” I whisper to myself, hoping somehow that my words can reach him in the afterlife. I can’t blame my hormones at the shift in my mood as sobs bubble up and out of my throat and I let them. I let it all go.

I cry. I purge it all. The loss of my father, my concern for Faith, the sorrow for my mother and her own grief, and the situation that I now find myself in as I attempt to fix what I broke five years ago. I slide down the wall of the shower, and hug my knees to my chest, my tears falling freely, releasing all my worries, fears, and concerns. I watch my tear drops fall through blurry eyes as they swirl away down the drain.

TEN

LOX

She broke my dick. My cock is an empty husk; barren, dried up. Six days of fucking. I work out every day, lifting, running, and we hike through the forest every other weekend. Hell, Trey even has me doing yoga to help with my temper. All that bending and stretching annoys the fuck out of me, but I do it. I thought I had the stamina to get through this, but I don’t think any of us were prepared for the relentless demands of Mercy’s heat. Just the sound of her whines made my cock stand up and pay homage to her. At the time I was a slave to it. It was around the clock, tag team kind of rutting, and I don’t remember most of it now. It’s all a blur of kisses, slick licking, tit pinching, clit sucking, pussy and ass fucking, and don’t forget knotting.

I would happily die between Mercy’s thighs. Before I finally passed out, I was drowning in her slick as she rode my face, her thighs squeezing my head tight as I tongue-fucked her into oblivion. Yep, heaven. Just the memory alone has my poor deflated cock nervously twitching as I groan and stretch, elbowing whoever’s lying next to me for good measure. I slowly pry my eyes open. A tiny beam of morning light shines from underneath the drawn drapes over the windows. At some point Nate and Trey made it darker for Mercy’s comfort. The only lights we used were some stick-on touch lights that we conveniently had down in the utilities closet.

“No,” Knight groans, making me chuckle as he stirs next to me. “I can’t move. Must sleep a bit longer,” he complains as I feel him turn over.

I sit up, letting my eyes adjust as I search for my Little Mouse amongst the pile of cocks and legs. Trey is on the other side of Knight on his back with his arm thrown over his face, mouth open, snoring softly. I reach out behind me but the space there is cold and empty. As I shift my legs, I find Nate lying horizontally half off the mattress, dead to the world.

If I remember correctly, he took one for the team, the last one awake last night as Mercy begged for his bite tirelessly while they fucked.

It took all the strength I had to stop myself from taking what I know is already mine. But we managed it, six whole days of Mercy’s pleas. All we wanted to do was give in and give her what she asked for, but she would have hated us if we had. We would have given credence to her worst fears, exactly who she assumed we were the moment she left us back in the woods five years ago. In her eyes back then all she saw was possessive, asshole Alphas who wanted to dictate her every move, treating her like a breeding machine. Hell, I don’t even like kids. I know having a kid will eventually happen in a pack like ours, but it isn’t my number one priority and I know my brothers feel the same. That archaic ideology died with me, my own family, even with all that wealth, were as twisted and backward thinking as the rest of the world, stuck in their old ways.

I pause, listening out for the cute little noises she makes in her sleep but all I hear is Nate, Trey, and Knight.

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