Page 31 of Going Down Smooth: Part Two

“Lox, drive the God damn car faster. I think my cock is going to explode,” Knight’s deep voice sounds pained as his hand hits the roof of the car as Lox puts his foot down. I lurch forward and Trey’s grip on my hip tightens as he breaks our kiss.

“Fuck! Fuck! Mercy, shit.” Trey squeezes his eyes shut as I ride him hard. I can feel his knot inflating but he’s trying to hold back.

“Give it to me, Trey. Don’t deny me, baby, please!” I beg as my head falls back and I moan in pleasure.

“Songbird, in the car?” he asks, uncertain of my request, knowing he will be locked inside of me for a while.

“Yes!” I growl as Nate’s hands find my clit, pinching it hard. My orgasm slams into me at the same time that Trey thrusts up brutally, his knot pushing into me and locking us in place. His head falls back as he shouts my name and I scream as I cum over and over again. I rip his shirt, bringing it over his head like a feral beast, and I don’t think, just strike, my teeth latching on to his shoulder. I bite down hard, making him groan as he paints my insides with his release. Trey’s blood fills my mouth, hot and coppery tasting with a hint of his hot chocolate and marshmallow. I suck and lap at the mark.

The car jolts as we come to a stop, but I don’t look to see where we are as I take care of my bite on Trey’s shoulder. Mine.All mine.

“Yes,” Trey says softly as he kisses my hair, then the side of my face until he reaches my shoulder where his bite is.

“Yes what?” I ask, pulling back to look at him.

“Yes, I do know how much you love me.” He smiles, all freshly fucked, glasses askew, and handsome. Mine. Eventually my brain will come to its senses, but for now my head turns and I eye Nate like he’s my next meal. The same feeling bubbles up inside me as Lox and Knight jump out of the car and march toward the house.

“Take me inside,” I say, kissing Trey’s lips. “I’m nowhere near finished.” It will be a long night, but by the end of it, I will sink my teeth into them all.

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The early morning light filters through the parted curtains as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I guess removing what little makeup I wore last night was not on the agenda considering my lids seem to be glued shut. I try to move only to feel the weight of limbs holding me down.

I close my eyes and listen to their breathing. I’m taken back to the moment when I woke up like this after my heat broke. Just like then, their heavy breathing and Knight’s snoring soothed me, bringing a smile to my face. I want to stay right here, naked, tangled in their arms and legs for as long as I can.

Unfortunately, nature calls, and someone’s head is pressing on my bladder. They have experienced a lot of moments with me, but me wetting the bed is one I want to hold off on for maybe another twenty to thirty years. I remember my mother complaining about her bladder never being the same after she had all of us. So, I’m sure I have that to look forward to down the line, but not today.

I wiggle my body from underneath Trey’s arms and sit up. He is asleep on his side, facing me, and my eyes find my mating bite. I lean down and kiss the spot between his neck and shoulder, making him groan softly in his sleep. Last night was a bit of a blur. As soon as we walked in the house and Trey’s knot deflated, I went for Nate. We didn’t even make it to our bedroom. Let’s just say that I will look at the downstairs sectional, the stairs, and eventually the shower differently. I claimed them all as mine.

The clawing need to make them mine abated and now I feel perfectly fine. I can only assume Omari’s scent triggered that instinct in me. There are still a lot of things I need to learn about being an Omega. Not only did I suppress my heat, but I also refused to learn anything else about my designation. My parents never gave me a chance to adjust when I presented, they just immediately threw me into a mating ceremony. I resented them for it, I ran from my mates and lived in denial. Now, though, with the help of my mates, I am figuring out what it means to be an Omega every day. I already have the Alpha part in the bag.

I slide from under Lox’s leg and rush into the bathroom. Making quick work of my morning routine, I tiptoe through the room and dress quickly in a pair of jeans and one of Nate’s blue and yellow plaid button-down shirts that falls to my knees like a dress. Grabbing a pair of fluffy socks to protect me from the cold, I leave the room only to stop and admire the still naked, unconscious men laying in a dog pile in our bed. To think I made them sleep in their own rooms while I worked through my shit, it makes my heart ache. I made a promise to myself that if I’m struggling in the future; I will communicate. If I have panic inducing dreams, I will seek their help and comfort. No more running, no more hiding. Therapy for the win.I make my way downstairs following the trail of discarded clothing, picking them up as I go until I reach the bottom step, gasping in shock at the state of the gown I wore last night.

“Damn it, guys,” I curse quietly, doing a little dance of frustration as I pick up the ripped dress. “Nate, you owe me a dress,” I say to myself as I make my way to the kitchen, dumping the clothes in the laundry room on the way.

“Crazy Alphas, ripping my gown like savages,” I mumble as I shuffle into the kitchen, heading for the coffee pot. As I set the machine up, I stare out at the fresh snow covering the ground as the sun slowly makes its appearance over the trees.

I spot Dane walking up the drive and bite back a laugh as he trudges in yet another colorful knitted hat, this one Christmas themed. I think I need to meet his Omega soon and thank her for making my morning. Seeing me through the large kitchen windows, he waves, and I wave back, laughing, which, of course, makes him roll his eyes.Yeah, you know I’m laughing at your hat big guy.

I grab myself a cup of coffee, then grab a travel mug and fill it up for Dane. If the poor Beta is going to stand out in the freezing cold to protect me, then it’s the least I can do. I walk toward the front of the house, whistling to myself, only to collide with a wall of muscle. The momentum has me stumbling back as I fumble like a quarterback going for the game winning touchdown. The travel mug is caught quickly, but my mug falls out of my hands, and I watch it hit the floor in slow motion, mourning the loss of my precious. Yep, coffee is to me is as the ring was to Gollum.

“Seriously!” I shout as I point to my coffee on the floor in horror. Knight smirks and holds up the travel mug. Well, he did save that at least. I stare at his bare chest, mouth falling open like a gaping fish as I spot my mating mark on his right pec. My eyes travel south, taking in his rippling abs and that hot as fuck V leading down to nothing but the glorious sight of grey sweatpants.Jesus.Why? I rebuke you! Grey sweatpants, you will not distract me this early in the morning.

“You have a travel mug too, baby girl,” Knight says with a knowing smile as he holds out the mug to me all innocent. Like he didn’t come down here to tempt me with my claiming bite on display. I almost hiss and form a cross with my fingers as I back away from him. I grab my favorite mug off the floor, thankful that it didn’t shatter, and march back to the kitchen in search of a mop.

“Take it to Dane. The poor man is probably freezing his Beta balls off!” I shout back as I grab what I need and make it back to the hallway to clean up the mess.

I hear Knight talking to Dane, followed suddenly by the sound of cellphones going off. I lean against the mop handle and listen. The sound of hurried footsteps above me suddenly makes me panic. I drop the mop and rush toward the living room as Lox bounds down the stairs, only to stop midway when he sees me, his eyes wide in alarm. Knight pushes the front door open in a rush as he and Dane fall into the house. Everyone’s eyes are on me, and all the happiness I felt when I woke earlier drains away.

I step forward as Nate, then Trey, comes to a halt behind Lox. “What?” I ask.

“That was Dez. They found her, Mercy,” Knight says somberly. I take another step forward. I need to see the message myself.

“Okay. That’s good, right?” I ask, but no one says anything. I wring my hands in Nate’s shirt, feeling their emotions bombard me. Anxiety. Fear. Sadness.

“Mouse, we—”

“No!” I shout, wondering why the hell they just won’t spit it out. “That’s good, right!” I turn to go and search for my phone, but Knight’s words stop me dead in my tracks.

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