Harper’s [POV]
I spend the weekend embracing the Aurora Innas my home and waiting for my Heat to start.
James, Grey, and Beau stay around, but they’re always out of sight whenever I venture downstairs for breakfast or spend time in the garden.
I work in the greenhouse and tend to the vegetables, doing the basics Beau taught me.
When fatigue takes over, as expected, I head back to my room to rest.
Charlotte helps me find extra blankets and duvets, explaining that I may want to use them to build a ‘nest.’ For now, the majority stay folded neatly in a pile on the reading nook.
My room is stocked with plenty of water and pain relievers, to ease cramps. Tucked away on the bedside table is a silicone inflatable knot, which Charlotte graciously pretended to not see.
I try to be as prepared as I can, even though I’m panicking on the inside.
Will I still be myself through it? Or will I become a horny, hysterical mess?
Should I allow Grey, Beau, and James to be with me?
YES! YES! My inner voice screams.
Damn it all, I want them.
But as I debate what to do, another question looms in my mind.
It’s been almost a week since the beginning of my stay, and I haven’t seen any guests.
When I ask Charlotte about it that evening, she sheepishly admits that they canceled reservations since I was here.
“What?” I gasp in horror. “They’re losing money because of me? Why?”
“Because you’re that important,” she says. “If your Heat started and we had unmated Alphas as guests, it could become chaotic.”
I bite my lip. “I still don’t like that they’re losing business.”
“Well, good luck arguing with those three when it comes to you,” she sighs. She’s sitting with me on the loveseat, and we watch the logs in the fireplace crackle. We each sip from cups of tea.
I shake my head. “They’re something else. Are Alphas normally this possessive over an Omega? We’re not even dating.”
Charlotte looks at me and laughs. “Alphas don’t ‘date’, Harper. It’s all or nothing for them.”
“But they barely know me. Wouldn’t they do this with any unmated Omega?”
“It has to be the right match for them, honey,” she says softly. “It’s not just based on biology. It’s about what’s in your soul.”
The strangest sense of deja vu washes over me, and I look into Charlotte’s kind eyes, confused.
“Are you alright?” She asks quickly.
“I just…” I sigh. “I wish I could remember more about my time as an Omega.”
She gives me a soft smile. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But at least you met us. And I’m glad you’re staying here.”
“Me too. It’s just a lot at once.”
“I know,” Charlotte murmurs. “Believe me. I know.”
I stay with her until the fatigue sets in and I head to bed.
But I pause outside my bedroom door, picking up the soft, dark blanket that’s been folded neatly for me.
I almost pass out.
The damn thing smells like all three of the Alphas.
It’s Grey’s richness, James’ spiciness, and Beau’s earthiness wrapped together in an exotic aroma.
My Alphas.
My inner horny voice is back.
My pack.
I bury my nose in the fabric and inhale, the scent invading my senses.
Oh, God.
My thighs tremble, and I barely make it into my bedroom before I’m shucking off my clothes, desperate to have the blanket touch my naked skin.
I climb on top of the bed and drape the fabric over my skin.
“Oh,” I whimper, running my hands down the material, letting the blanket press against my nipples.
My arousal intensifies, but this time, with the correct dosage of suppressants, I don’t feel as helpless.
There’s only incredible pleasure mixed with agonizing need.
A need that I intend to satisfy.
Is this how it feels to be an Omega? Because I’m close to orgasming just from rubbing a blanket on my body, and it’s delicious.
More. I need more.
My cunt throbs and I thrust my hips up, desperate for friction with the fabric. I push a hand to my cunt, rubbing my clit roughly through the blanket.
I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips, and it’s so loud that I’m sure the entire floor heard it.
Now it makes sense why they canceled reservations.
I know my Alphas are here somewhere. They must smell how wet I am…
I orgasm with a cry as slick drips down my thighs, creating a mess all over the blanket. My walls contract and I ride out the pleasure, gently thrusting against my hand.
It’s not enough.
I toss the blanket off me and rush over to the reading nook, gathering an armful of comforters and blankets. I toss them onto the bed, then turn to peek through the curtain.
James, Beau, and Grey stand in the garden, speaking with each other.
The three of them look up at me through the window at the same time.
The curtain covers my body so only my face is visible to them, but whatever they see must please them.
Their chests heave as they look at me, matching my gaze with lust in their eyes.
Yes.
I turn away from the window and unfold the blankets and comforters, creating a massive, comfy nest on my bed.
It’s like second nature. It’s as if I never forgot how to make one, and I long for all my Alphas to be in it with me.
However, my body has other ideas, and I doze off after my second orgasm, the lights still on.
I don’t wake up screaming in the middle of the night.
I wake up moaning.
The arousal borders on pain. My nipples jut out painfully, begging to be touched, and my cunt aches for attention.
My body is soaked in sweat and the blankets are twisted around me haphazardly. The delicate skin of my mating gland aches. I reach out to touch it gently, and shockwaves travel straight to my clit.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My inner perverted voice now has a microphone with a list of demands.
ALPHAS!
I roll onto my stomach, biting my lip to keep from screaming out.
The scent of my slick is so potent that the smell permeates the room.
They must smell it, too.
My hand reaches underneath me to rub at my clit again, desperate to find release.
It’s not enough.
Desperate, I open the nightstand drawer and pull out the silicone toy. I roll onto my back, lift my hips, and push it inside me.
I let out a cry, no longer caring about holding back.
It’s better, but it’s not the real thing.
Still, my cunt contracts around it, but I can’t help imagining it’s something else.
Someone else.
Or three other someone to be exact.
The room fills with wet sounds as the silicone cock plunges in and out of me, hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside my cunt.
One push of a switch and it would inflate, stuffing me fully, allowing my body to believe there was an Alpha inside me.
But two familiar scents linger outside my door.
One earthy and welcoming, the other spicy and wild.
Beau. James.
There are two fucking Alphas mere feet from me.
Two Alphas that want me.
Alphas Alphas Alphas!
I’m still partially angry at them but mixed with horniness, I’m a woman on a fucking warpath.
I need to come.
Like, now.
I quickly pull on the maxi dress from the other day, which Charlotte kindly had laundered, but skip the bra and underwear.
They would come off, anyway.
Swinging open the door, I come face to face with both of them. Beau has the decency to look nervous, his cheeks flaming, but James stares at me with hunger in his eyes.
“Can I help you?” I spit, despite my inner Omega screaming with need.
It’s taking everything within me to not lie on the bed and beg them to take me.
The doctor said this would be a violent Heat.
“Oh, just checking on you,” James smirks, even though I can tell he’s holding back as well. “We heard some noise up here and thought you might need a hand.”
Their scents, combined with my arousal, finally get the best of me.
I yank Beau into my room by the collar of his dark button-up, crashing my lips to his as I stand on my tiptoes. He groans into my mouth, kissing me just as eagerly, while James shuts the door behind us. I release Beau’s collar, then gently push him away before turning to James, slamming my mouth to his. I back him into the wall, our tongues tangling, his delicious taste overwhelming me.
“Where’s Grey?” I bark, pulling away from James. Beau watches us eagerly, his eyes wild with desire.
“You’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” James smirks. “We wanted to tend to you first.”
“Who says you’re tending to me at all?” I snap, pushing at his chest. “You’re an asshole, remember?”
But he pulls me close, his scent enveloping me, while he growls in my ear. “You could always fuck Beau, and make me watch,” he whispers. “You could practice your cock-sucking skills before you use them on me.”
He’s goading me, looking for a reaction, and I give him one.
But not the one he was expecting.
I turn to grope Beau, cupping his thick length under his dark jeans, and he lets out a low groan.
“God, I want you,” I breathe to him, and he pants as I squeeze his cock through his pants. “Both of you.” I turn back to James, who watches me touch Beau with hooded eyes.
“Tell me what to do, beautiful,” Beau gasps. “I can’t…I don’t want to lose control of you just yet…”
With one hand still gently cupping Beau, I pull James by his belt buckle, leading them both to the foot of the bed. I sit on the edge, my face level with their groins.
Oh my God, and am I going to do this?
Shakily, my palms reach up to rub against their erections.
They growl simultaneously, and I suck in a breath, pushing down the nerves.
I can do this.
“Show me your cocks, Alphas,” I breathe.
My mouth waters, and I hold my breath as they undo their pants.
Are Omegas normally this demanding during their Heats?
Is this how I used to be?
Before I can contemplate, their cocks spring free, both massive and thick, and my brain short circuits.
Both of them are well-groomed with a light dusting of hair, and clean-shaven sacs.
My mouth waters and I’m greedily leaning forward and licking them before I can control myself.
They groan in unison as I taste them, eagerly licking the precum off their cockheads.
My eyes close, and suddenly, both of them are in my mouth, each one pushing against my cheeks.
“Holyfuck,” James groans. “Look at that.”
Beau moans as I hum around them.
Both of their cocks are in my mouth.
I can’t breathe, but it feels like I’ll never need air again after this.
Alphas Alphas Alphas!
Their hands are in my hair, pulling my head where they want me, and I reach out blindly to grip their sacs.
This is madness.
It’s filthy.
It’s exquisite.
And everything I could want.
Eventually, they both pull out of my mouth, and I’m left choking and sputtering, strings of saliva connecting from my lips to each of their lengths. I whimper at the loss of their cocks, my need to taste them consuming me.
James squeezes my cheeks with his fingers, forcing my lips to part, while Beau shoves his length back down on my throat. I take him until my nose touches his stomach, and he holds me there.
“Fuck, suck his cock, baby,” James groans, working himself with his hand. “Fuck, yes, you look so pretty like that.”
Beau thrusts, panting wildly, and my eyes water as he hits my gag reflex over and over.
His breath stutters and he pulls out, then James pushes past my lips. They alternate, each placing me where they want me as I moan around their lengths.
It shouldn’t feel this good to just have them in my mouth.
To just be pleasing them.
When I come up to gasp for air, they push me down on the bed and into my nest.
One of them lifts my dress until my pussy hits the cool air.
Someone tugs on my ankles, scooting my ass near the edge of the bed.
And then…
Licking. Sucking. Flicking.
A head of light blonde hair peeks out from between my thighs, and I watch James feast on my cunt, licking up all the fluids that seep from my core.
The mattress dips with a weight near my head, and Beau’s beautiful cock is back near my lips.
I open my mouth eagerly, and he slides inside, helping me tilt my head to take him better.
“Fuck, Harper,” he hisses as I moan around his length. “I’m not going to last long…I need to knot…”