I fight all my instincts to undress her and do her right here. That’s not what she needs, that’s not what I need to do right now. “That’s better.” I give her a soft kiss on her forehead, staying in control of myself. “That’s the girl I know, the feisty one, the one who doesn’t back down from a fight.” I put my forehead to hers, testing my own control one last time. “Goodnight.”
Pulling back, I trail my fingers over her jaw down to her lips. Then the contact is gone and I turn around, making my way to the front door, since I’m pretty sure the other guys haven’t thought to open any of the other doors.
While I’m exhausted, I need a shower and a good wank first. I need to get rid of this boner before I drill a hole into a wall or something. I never expected Cyra to have this strong of an effect on me, but apparently... she’s way too addictive. I keep wanting her, I keep wanting to touch her, hold her, keep her with me. Anything.
When I open the front door, I expect the others to have already claimed bedrooms of their own, but instead, I’m surprised by the smell of freshly brewed coffee and all three of them standing in the kitchen, obviously waiting for me.
Fuck. What now?
22 Cyra
I let myself fall back on the super soft bed, my heart beating like crazy, my whole body ablaze. Hell. That was...
Fucking hell.
I wanted Spence to kiss me, to ravish me, to take me right there. At the same time, I totally didn’t want it, I didn’t want to give him control like that. But that didn’t stop the small part of my mind that simply wanted a sexy guy like Spence to make me lose all sane thought.
Sure. The guy is sexy, hella sexy. Sexy in ways that make me want to undo his shirt and run my fingers over his exposed skin, but he’s still an Alpha.
All the guys have the exact same effect on me when they’re near, when they’re holding me or simply touching me. My whole body starts to heat up and my pussy starts to throb just imagining what they’d feel like above me, inside me.
Spence seems like he’ll be attentive and a little naughty, but also overpowering. Max seems very different, like he’ll have all his focus on me, like he’ll not fuck me, but he’ll ‘make love’ to me all night, intense and satisfying. Liam... I think he’ll have strange ideas of what to do during sex, like weird locations or something, or different positions, but he’ll also be making sure nothing bad can happen, strange but caring. Finally... Zack. When I think of what he’d be like, I’m thinking of hate-sex, of angry-sex, of hard and rough and fast, of losing control.
My nipples tighten, rubbing up against the inside of the way too sexy bra I’m wearing. This isn’t a bra I’m used to wearing, I bought it on impulse once, because it looked fun, but I’ve only worn once or twice since then, because it felt way too naughty to wear to work. My sexy undies combined with the plain clothes I picked at Max’ place make for a strange mix of sensations. I didn’t even change into something else when I was at my apartment. Too angry and upset, and not really thinking clearly either, too scared and uncertain.
I get out of bed and pull the curtains around the room closed. Then I lock the door to the outside and the door to the rest of the house, before I undress and slide under the covers.
Right now, wearing the sexy undies feels... It feels naughty, and having been surrounded by way too hot guys, some of who were very obviously undressing me with their eyes a good portion of the night... I’m hot. Very hot.
I move my hand down, sliding under my lace thong, and slowly circle my finger over the place that begs for attention. I slip my other hand under the cup of my bra and pinch my nipple, electricity sparks through me and I swallow a gasp.
Closing my eyes, I imagine the four Alphas, what they’d do to me with their tongues, their fingers, their cocks. First, they show up in my head, one by one, but then it’s not just one, but two, and three, and four. Until they all surround me, and my mind has no idea where one guy ends and another begins, just the pleasure they could give me. What?! That should not...
That final thought of all four guys surrounding me seemed to be exactly what I needed as I fall over the edge, my orgasm coursing through me.
Oh... hell... That was not supposed to happen... I was definitely not supposed to come while imagining Zack, Spence, Max and Liam all pleasuring me at the same time.
My cheeks are aflame and I quickly try to cool them against the pillow. Fucking hell. What am I doing? What did I do?
I might hate the idea of being owned by an Alpha, I might hate it with all my being, and I might still not want any of what comes with being mated by an Alpha. But that doesn’t change anything, these guys make me feel hot, I want them. I don’t want them simply because they’re Alphas, and I know that once I give in, they’ll own me the rest of my life, because I’m an Omega, but I want them as men. I want them for who they are.
This would have been so much easier if we were all human... Fuck.
