Page 108 of Stalked By the Alphas
Stranger things have happened.
I lean into Carter’s touch, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “I think I’d like that,” I murmur. “I think I’d like that very much.”
EPILOGUE
Hazel
Three Months Later
The air feels electric,charged with a tension that sinks into my skin, the undercurrent of wild jasmine weaves through the cool air when my scent ripens. As the first trickles of my omega heat seep into my consciousness, I’m rooted to the spot in my bedroom, aware of every fibre in the carpet beneath my bare feet, each thread a lifeline to steadiness I’m fast losing.
I spring into motion, my hands fluttering over the collection of pillows and blankets I’ve amassed over countless solitary nights. Each piece is chosen with care, an attempt to create a sanctuary from the chaos my body is about to surrender to. The softest cashmere throw that Carter gifted me with for this special occasion finds its place at the heart of the nest, a promise ofcomfort against the onslaught of sensation. The bear he bought me is close by, as ever, wrapped in his scent.
Arranging and rearranging the plump pillows, some embroidered with delicate patterns that speak more of my dreams than my reality. I smooth out a wrinkle here and fluff a pillow there, each action deliberate, a silent incantation for perfection. This nest is more than a bed; it’s a fortress, a meticulously crafted bulwark against years of doubt and the gnawing fear that this time I will preparedly be having sex for the first time in my adult life, and I can’t wait, but at the same time, I’m nervous as fuck. We have waited for this special moment, all of us needing this to be it. The commitment we have worked towards, all our lives really, but certainly in the last three months.
The past three months have been a tempting tease, with stolen glances and lingering touches between us. Carter’s intense blue eyes following my every move, Noah’s perceptive gaze analysing me, and Zach’s passionate outbursts barely restrained. We’ve circled each other, building anticipation and savouring every moment of this courtship.
Now, as my body heats up with desire, I feel their presence downstairs like it’s part of my soul. Our primal urges align, their alpha pheromones sneaking under the door and making my knees weak. Stripping off my clothes, my skin is feverish and damp with sweat. My pussy is wet from the slick pooling, ready for them to claim what’s theirs.
The silk sheets, cool and inviting, are next, their paleblue hue a nod to the calm I’m desperate to cling to. They ripple like the sea that cradled my childhood town, a visual lullaby that I hope will soothe not just me but the alphas who’ll soon cross the threshold of this small room where every corner whispers of my longing for something enduring.
I stand back to inspect my work, my heart beating erratically. It’s not just fabric and fluff; it’s an offering, a silent plea etched into every fold. With a final glance, I confirm the readiness of this temporary haven, the product of both instinctual need and a fierce, hard-won independence.
It’s done. The stage is set, and my body is a live wire of anticipation, with each breath, we inch closer to a complicated and longing bond. I stand at the cliff edge, ready to dive into the unknown depths of a heat with my alphas taking care of me. It’s wild, intoxicating and scary.
There’s a vulnerability in this readiness, a nakedness that goes beyond flesh. In the nest I’ve created, every cushion and cover seems to echo back my deepest fears and fiercest desires. It’s more than a mating; it’s a merging of lives, a forging of bonds that I’ve longed for but with the security of knowing my alphas won’t try to stifle me or make me submit to them.
With trembling fingers, I reach for the doorknob, my heart pounding in my ears. “I’m ready.”
My voice is barely above a whisper, but they know.
The thundering of footsteps on the stairs sends a shiver down my spine.
Carter reaches me first, his piercing blue gaze raking over my naked form. “Hazel,” he growls, stripping off his shirt. “You’re exquisite.”
Noah and Zach follow, shedding their clothes with frantic urgency. The air grows thick with the scent of alpha arousal, making my head spin.
“Our beautiful omega,” Zach murmurs, his artistic hands already reaching for me.
They surround me, skin on skin, and I’m drowning in sensation. Carter’s lips find my neck, Noah’s hands cup my breasts, and Zach’s fingers slide between my thighs, finding me slick and ready.
“So wet for us,” Zach groans.
I whimper as they lower me onto the nest, their touches are reverent yet possessive.
“Are you sure you want this, Hazel?” Carter asks seriously.
“Yes,” I purr. “More than anything. Just be careful with me. I’m not… It’s not…”
“We know,” he whispers, cupping my face. “We will take care of you, our tiny omega. I promise you. If you want us to stop, just say the word.”
I giggle, feeling the fever drag me further under my heat. “I won’t, but thank you.”
Zach parts my legs and inhales the scent of my slick. He buries his face against my pussy, and I gasp, tensing up as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
Carter’s eyes darken with desire as he watches Zach devour my pussy. His hands roam my body, caressing and teasing as Zach’s tongue works magic between mythighs. I arch my back, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Carter murmurs in my ear. “Let us take care of you.”
