Page 28 of Omega in Love
"I know, Petal. I know," I whisper, keeping my voice calm and soothing while I run my hand down his spine in long, measured strokes. The nickname slips out unbidden, intimate in a way I've never allowed myself before. I repeat the motion, feeling each vertebra beneath my palm, memorizing the topography of him.
Levi and Hero join us, moving into the room with the silent coordination of men who've worked together in high-pressure situations. Their eyes are wide with worry but steady with purpose, scents mingling with mine in silent communication. No one says it out loud, but we all know what comes next. What he needs isn't medicine or distance or professional care.
He needs touch, skin, and release.
He needs us.
There's no room for doubt anymore. No professional distance. No safety lines. No protocols to follow. We're a pack.
We're in this. All the way.
The three of us exchange a look over Brookes’ shivering form, a wordless agreement, a promise. We'll give him everything he needs.
Even if we're making it up as we go.
Chapter 13
Brookes
The guest bedroom is a blur of muted colors and soft textures, a makeshift nest cobbled together with blankets, pillows, and the faded remnants of my control. I'm drowning in heat, the waves crashing over me with a force that leaves me gasping, clawing at the sheets as if they might anchor me to reality. My naked body is slick with sweat, every nerve ending alight with a hunger that's as brutal as it is beautiful. A contradiction I've never fully reconciled.
I should have told them. Should have warned my Alphas that this storm was brewing. The signs were there, the irritability yesterday, the way I'd snapped at Dante over breakfast, after flirting with Levi moments before. I didn't expect it to hit so soon, not after just two weeks off the suppressants. I thought I had time. Time to prepare, to plan. Time to wrap my head around what it meant to go through this with them.
There is no more time left. My heat is here, ripping through me like a wildfire, consuming every rational thought. Here they are, Hero, Dante, and Levi, their scents filling the room, cedarwood, sandalwood, warm vanilla, a heady mix that's making me dizzy with need. Their presence feels like bothsalvation and torture, so close yet maintaining that maddening, respectful distance.
I curl into a tight ball, the cramps twisting my insides, the pain a stark reminder of my first heat. Seventeen and alone in a shelter, afraid and ashamed, riding out the agony in a cold shower, biting back the screams until my lip bled. I remember the pitying looks from the staff, the clinical pamphlet they'd slid under my door. I swore never again. Swore I'd rather die than go through that hell alone. Pride became my shield, isolation my choice.
I'm not alone now.
Hero is the first to approach, his steps silent on the carpet, moving with that predator's grace that never fails to mesmerize me, even now. He kneels beside me, his hazel eyes soft with concern, not a hint of the feral hunger I'd expected to see. "Brookes," he murmurs, my name in his mouth uttered with reverence, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the haze like cool water on burning skin. "What do you need?" The question so simple, so impossible to answer when what I need is everything, from them, not this broken thing trembling before them.
I reach for Hero, my fingers digging into his shirt, pulling him closer. "You," I whisper, my voice barely recognizable, throat tight with need. "I need you."
He nods, understanding passing between us like a secret language. He strips off his shirt, his body lean and hard, the death’s-head hawkmoth tattoo a dark promise on his back. Every ridge and plane of his muscles is a testament to his strength, a strength that he keeps carefully leashed as he peels the rest of his clothes off. His touch is gentle despite the tension in his muscles, his fingers tracing paths of fire along my skin. My mouth waters at the sight of his naked body before me. His dick is hard, precum dripping from the tip, eager and waiting for me.
Dante is next, his large frame blocking out the light from the window. He's already shirtless, his golden-brown skin glowing in the dim room. He removes the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that's a work of art, all toned muscle and raw power. He watches me with those intense green eyes, his jaw tight, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He's fighting for control, fighting to hold back the Alpha instinct that's screaming at him to take, to rut, to claim.
"Dante," I breathe, reaching for him too. His name on my lips is a plea, a command. His control snaps as a whimper falls from my lips, and he's on me, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that's all heat and hunger. His hands roam my body like he owns it, like he knows every curve and hollow intimately. I groan in relief, a sigh leaving my lips as his weight presses me down into the mattress, a welcome balm to the fire raging inside me.
Levi is the last to join us, his dark brown skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He's been pacing, I realize, his body vibrating with pent-up energy. Now he's here, his big hands smoothing over my heated skin, his scent enveloping me like a warm embrace. His touch is firm yet tender, a perfect blend of strength and care that makes my body hum with anticipation. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a desire that mirrors my own.
"We've got you, Bloom," Hero whispers, his voice a deep, soothing rumble that resonates through my core, anchoring me in the present. "We're not going anywhere."
Then there are no more words, only sensations. Hero's mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, drawing out a shiver that runs down my spine like liquid fire. Dante's hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly, positioning me on top of Hero with a possessive touch that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. Levi's fingers trace a path down my spine, his touch grounding me even as it ignites ablaze within me, every nerve ending alive and tingling. My body is already slick with my own lubrication, there’s no need for preparation. I need to be filled, to ease the growing ache inside me.
“Please,” I whine.
Hero enters me first, his dick hard and hot, filling me with a slow, steady upward thrust that steals my breath away. I cry out, the sound ripped from my throat, loud and guttural, echoing through the room like a secret language only we understand. It's too much and not enough, the pleasure edged with a delicious pain that only makes me crave more, my body arching to meet his every movement.
My legs spread wide, opening myself up completely to Hero. His dick slides in and out of my dripping wet hole, each movement deliberate and measured, driving me wild with anticipation. I feel every inch of him as he fills me, stretching me, claiming me. The sensation is exquisite, a delicious friction sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. It's not enough. I need more. I need everything.
"More, please," I cry out, my voice raw with desire. My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on, riding him, begging him to give me what I crave. His gaze locks onto mine, a storm of lust and love swirling in his eyes. He understands my plea, feels the depth of my need, and he's more than willing to meet it.
Dante growls, the sound low and dangerous, sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes lock onto mine, and there's a question there, a silent ask that hangs in the air between us. I nod, my breath hitching, giving him the permission he seeks. He moves behind me, his big hands spreading my cheeks, exposing me completely. He grunts his approval as he watches Hero fuck me, before carefully pressing against me, his dick slick with my arousal.
“Yes!” I cry out, when he pushes into me beside Hero, the burn intense, the stretch almost unbearable.
I scream, my body shaking as they both fill me, their dicks sliding against each other. Hero's fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as they find their rhythm, both fucking me together. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body aching with a need that only they can satisfy. Levi's hands roam my body, his touch a grounding force amidst the storm of sensation, his dark eyes filled with a desire that mirrors my own, a silent promise of the pleasure yet to come.
