Page 30 of Hangman's Knot
Then there was the pack who owned some sort of publishing house. They'd been nice, older even than the doctors, but they hadn't made her feel like some stupid little girl. They'd been handsome too, in a silver fox kind of way. They'd offered to let her pursue a university degree if she wanted, but they hadn't felt right. They were too withdrawn and polished, leaving her feeling cold.
Then there was a pack who already had a female beta bitten inand were just looking for an omega to hormonally balance them. That was a hard no. After that, she'd decided not to try looking anymore.
She'd gotten her childhood education degree and started working and never looked back. She was fine on her own. She liked her solitary life, even if it was kind of unnatural for an omega.
Until she'd met them. And now she somehow couldn't imagine her life without them.
Tenor looks surprised when she invites him into her nest.
"You're good men," she says softly as she drifts to sleep, safe in his arms.
Chapter Twelve
Tenor
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The heat spike that hits after they're jumped is enough to worry Tenor that she's finally gone into a full estrous. He suspects the only reason that it hasn't happened yet is because of the remaining heat suppressants still in her system. He knows they'll only last so long though. He doesn't know what they'll do then.
He wakes up to her shivering and covered in a sheen of sweat in her nest. Her little legs are kicking and writhing, trying to get the blankets off her, but when the cold air hits her bare skin, she whines.
"Shh," he hushes. "Easy. You're okay, I'm right here."
The hand that he smooths down her body seems to do more to agitate her than soothe. When his hands delve down the front of her jumpsuit to cup her sex, she lets out the cutest, most aggressive little kittenish growl that an omega can make.
"Okay," he says in surrender, a smile tugging at his lips. "One cock in your pussy coming right up. Made to order, just for you, ma."
She's too far gone to do more than growl at him again.
He strips himself of his jumpsuit, but when he tries to maneuver her out of hers, she snaps at him with her teeth. Turns out, heat-drunk Eden turns into a feral little alley cat. That knowledge is strangely endearing.
His fond look is wiped off his face when a cramp rolls through her, causing her whole body to fold in on itself, her knees pulling up to her chest and a whine escaping her. A small tear beads in the corner of her eye and his heart pangs for her.
His poor sweet little mate.
That thought freezes him. When had he begun thinking of her as his mate? He didn't know, but it seemed at some point, the alpha in him had decided she was his, in a more permanent way. Theirs. As if it was only a matter of time before they gave her their bite.
He has no time to ruminate on that right now, though. She needed him. His mate needed him, and he would give her whatever she needed.
He holds her legs to her chest, spreading them a little as he lines up his cock with her entrance and presses in. She's still as tight as the first time he took her, although she has gotten better at relaxing her muscles to allow their cocks in all the way.
She thrashes beneath him and her whole body convulses around him as her first orgasm steals her away. He rocks gently against her, riding her through it. When the contractions end, he begins fucking her in steady, deep strokes that make her eyes snap shut and a soft mewl build in her throat.
She wakes Luke and Julius up with her needy sounds and the heavy scent of her in the air, and the two of them crowd around them on the bed wherever they can make space. They rumble with pleased purrs, and their presence seems to relax her. She's not so frantic now, able to lay back and enjoy him fucking her,just like she should.
Luke's hand reaches down to rub her clit, while one of Julius' holds the nape of her neck in a blatantly claiming grasp.
Another climax ripples through her, softening her further, and her face begins to lose some of the feral quality that made him think she was going to bite him if he didn't fuck her exactly how she wanted. And fuck if the thought of her biting him doesn't make his cock jump inside her.
She pulls her legs apart wider, giving all three of them a perfect view of where his cock was disappearing into her cunt. Heat-drunk Eden was a feral little alley cat with none of her usual shyness, apparently. And goddamn was that hot.
The size difference between them always seemed so impossible and his eyes glue themselves to the sight of her pussy lips gripping him every time he withdraws. It was like her body was trying to hold him inside her and prevent him from leaving her.
And goddamn does he want to shove himself so deep inside of her it would take a hero to wrench him out. To bury his face so far into the apex of her thighs that he had to wear her like a hat wherever he went.
"Please, alpha," she pleads in a sweet, desperate voice. "Please, I want your knot. Please, I need it inside me."
He freezes at that. None of them had knotted her yet during any of the times they'd fucked her, even during her heat spikes. She was so small, and so delicate, none of them had wanted to risk hurting her. Even if he thought about it every spare second.
