Distantly, I try to remember why this was a punishment. I would gladly spend forever safely between them, loving them, and they loving me. Hawthorn is right. He is always right; this is how an Omega is meant to be taken, for my whole body sings. I hum around Hawthorn’s cock, hips moving of their own volition as I seek rougher penetration from Caden and Brook.
“Goddess bless us,” Hawthorn growls, voice deep with lust. “She needs more.”
I am given more, so much more, and my climax finally crests. Pinpricks skitter across my skin; they start at my breasts, triggering deep, blissful contractions in both pussy and ass. My breath turns to a pant, then choked gasps as Hawthorn fills my throat with cum.
Their growls of satisfaction bring another debilitating wave of dark, skittering, pleasure that I feel all the way to the follicles of my hair.
In the aftermath, I’m insentient. I float upon euphoric waves where neither pain nor worries can touch me. They move me, jostling me between them—a sharp bite of pain briefly breaks the spell as the nipple clamps are removed before I sink once again.
They purr, warm bodies surrounding me, a hairy roughened chest under my cheek, a warm body front and back, and a head resting upon my belly. We are a tangle of sleepiness.
“You can’t leave the rooms, Priya,” Hawthorn says, voice a low rumble under my cheek. “We’ve explained this to you before.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes, but he shushes me and presses lips to my forehead. “Rest now.”
And despite all my worries that want to clamor to the surface, sleep takes me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brook
LEAVING THE BED where Priya sleeps is an endurance test of epic proportion. We were not rutting for that long, but I’d climaxed so hard, I’d literally seen stars, and my legs feel unnaturally weak.
I’d like nothing better than to take a nap sprawled between her legs with my head against her belly. As third among us, that is my usual place when all of us share the bed. At first, this seeming slight bothered me, but I’ve gotten used to it, and she does not complain about the heaviness of my head, nor when my hands stray to her hot, slick pussy.
She has come more than once while the other two sleep—it’s our little secret.
Alas, there is no napping today, for Hawthorn ushers us out of the bedroom with a stern glare. I stagger from the bed, gathering discarded pants, shirt, and boots, and follow Hawthorn and Caden out.
The little Omega is out for the count as I shut the door on the bedroom, clothes clutched under my arm.
“At least we don’t have to worry about her getting up to mischief for the rest of the day,” I say. Dumping my clothes on the couch, I grab my pants and begin dragging them on. “I can barely stand!”
Caden cuffs me.
“What the fuck was that for?” I growl, scowling at him.
“She will get up to mischief,” Caden says like he is the authority on all things Priya.
“Save your energy for the patrol,” Hawthorn says, interrupting our bickering, although he doesn’t look in a much better state.
“What patrol?” I say, my voice muffled as I pull my crumpled shirt over my head. It was taken off with enthusiasm and is drawn on with reluctance. “We have no patrols today.”
“You do now,” Hawthorn says, a little testily, shooting a glare my way that says he will do more than cuff me if I complain about this further. “More Blighten scum are reported in the area. I was coming to you with instructions when I caught Priya hiding in the shadows. She was close to the exit for the courtyard. It’s not unusual for one of our Alphas to be seen there.”
My pulse surges thinking about her stumbling upon an Alpha. There are half a dozen other Alphas here among the soldiering ranks. For the most part, I consider them trustworthy, as they would not be part of the castle guard otherwise. But they do not have the discipline that Hawthorn, Caden, and I bear, and an Omega’s scent can easily send lesser Alphas into a rut.
I’m roused from these troubled thoughts by Caden’s growling. It is a low, deep in his chest, kind of rumble, and the one I only hear when he’s about to maim or kill someone . . . mostly maim. He’s a messy killer and rarely finishes the job as he enthusiastically pursues the next victim.
“The lass has been well rutted,” Hawthorn says, placing a hand upon Caden’s shoulder and bringing my brother’s growling to a stop. “She will cause no more trouble today.” He sighs, swiping a hand down his face. “I cannot vouch for tomorrow, though. The little Omega is a Goddess sent test. She has a capacity for fucking one must experience to believe.”
I smirk because it genuinely does not matter what we do to her. “I could eat her pussy all day,” I muse to myself.
Caden thumps my shoulder. I don’t even complain.
“We are not enough for her,” Caden says, a recently acquired bitterness in his tone.
“Aye,” Hawthorn agrees.
His agreement settles a heaviness in my chest. There was a time early on when we presumed her scent would eventually change, and when we believed it was merely the lack of a nest or the trauma of the night she revealed. As time passed, this assumption faded. Moon cycles have been and gone, spring shifted toward autumn, and now autumn is nearing winter, and still, her scent has not changed. The
