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She gasps, her thighs clamping around me as I suck hard, laving her with broad strokes of my tongue. The taste explodes across my senses, sweet salt and musk, unmistakably hers. I worship every inch with teeth and tongue, alternating between gentle nips and deep, rhythmic pulls.
I pin her hip down against my aching cock with one hand while the other kneads her free breast, thumb circling her neglected nipple until it pebbles tighter beneath my touch. Her back bows, a broken sob tearing from her throat as she grinds, riding the rough fabric of my jeans in frantic, uneven strokes.
I don’t understand how Ronan kept himself together. I want to unravel. Free my cock and sink into her heat and give her the release we both want. Her rose is sharpened with peppery anise and is filling every pore in my body. I’d gladly cover myself in her slick and wear it like a second skin, but I hold myself back. I will do nothing to betray her trust even if the impression of the seam of my sweats is a permanent mark on my dick.
"Fuck, you taste divine." I rasp against her skin, biting down just enough to make her cry out. "Gonna ruin me, baby. Fucking ruin me."
She whimpers, her body caught in the cruel grip of her heat but unable to tip over the edge. Her movements grow frantic and uneven, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
Leah’s head snaps around, her eyes bright, pleading as pine and vetiver, orange zest and cloves floods the room. A broken whine tears from her throat as she locks onto Ronan and Gabriel.
"Your other Alphas are here," I murmur, smoothing a hand up her sweat-slicked spine. "They’ll help you, but they’ll need to come to your nest. Will you let them in? To help ease your pain?"
She sobs, her body bowing as another cramp wracks her. "A-Alpha!" Her shattered plea is raw and unfiltered, and I thank the Gods she’s allowing us this.
Ronan’s massive frame prowls over, his dark eyes molten with hunger. Gabriel follows, his freckled skin flushed.
"Thank you, Kitten. We’ll take care of you." Ronan hooks a finger into the loose robe still clinging to her shoulders and peels it away, baring her completely to the room and my fucking Gods. She’sbreathtaking.
Her skin glows in the low light, every inch of her shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. Her dark hair clings to her neck in damp tendrils, the wild tangle of it framing her face.
Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as she chases her desperate climax, the peaks stiff and dusky pink, begging for mouths and hands. Every curve is a masterpiece. She’s beautiful now and once she’s filled out more and looked after properly, she’ll bestunning.
The bruises and scars covering her body are evidence of the extent of the torment she’s known. Years of agony. Some victims we’ve rescued are only shells, but our Omega is alive and burning between us.
She’s so strong.
She’s survived despite everything that’s happened to her through no fault of her own. I’ll tell her every day until she truly believes it herself.
Chapter Sixteen
Jax
Ronan moves behind her, gliding his fingertips down her spine until they mold around her hips. He bends and places a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. "You’re so beautiful, Omega. I’m going to touch you here, where it hurts so bad. Going to press my fingers into you and make you feel better."
He’s telling her in advance what to expect and he won’t deviate from his statement. This is another way we’ll build her trust. Slowly, so slowly, he slips his fingers between her thighs from behind. Her eyes are blown black, her lips swollen. And when Ronan’s fingers sink into her, her back arches in a perfect curve, her mouthfalling open.
Leah’s whimper is a blade to my ribs as she grinds her clit and bears down on Ronan’s hand, her body trembling with the effort of chasing a release that won’t come. Her face is scrunched, her agony echoes through every nerve.She hurts so bad. What we’re doing isn’t enough.
I rip my mouth off her breast and glance up at Gabriel palming his cock. "She needs more. She needs all of us."
He gently brushes Leah's damp hair back, his touch careful not to startle her even though the bond thrums with his barely leashed desire. His thumb lingers at the curve of her ear, tracing the shell with a tenderness that contradicts the sharp, hungry gleam in his eyes.
"Is Jax right, Sweetheart?" His voice rasps, a teasing purr wrapped in velvet gravel. There’s amusement there as usual for Gabriel, but beneath it, something darker. "Would you like to taste me? Taste my cock?"
She gives a muted whimper. Her pulse jumps beneath her skin, her breath hitching unevenly as her gaze drops to the thick outline of Gabriel's cock straining against his sweats, the fabric obscenely tented between his thick thighs.
She gasps as Ronan hits a vulnerable spot inside her. "Do it, Gabriel. Ease her. Feed her your dick and be quick about it," Ronan says.
Gabriel's grin is sharp, all teeth and wicked promise, as he palms himself. His voice is rough with smoke and spice, and his scent spikes with a heady burst of zest. "Say the word, Omega." His fingers hook into his waistband, poised to give her exactly what she craves. "Just one little yes."
Leah’s lips part with a soft, keening whimper. She lifts a shaky hand toward Gabriel.
That’s all the invitation he needs.
With a rough shove, Gabriel frees himself, his cock springing thick and heavy against his abdomen, flushed deep red and already glistening at the tip. Precum beads along the slit, and he swipes his thumb over it, his breath stuttering as he smears the moisture over the head.
"Open up, Omega. Let me give you what you’re craving," he murmurs, guiding himself toward her parted lips.
