For What It's Worth, page 20
I looked at the alpha in question. He stood in front of the door, like a silent guard, but there was nothing relaxed about his pose. His eyes were locked on my breasts where Jen was tormenting and teasing them with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. I may have arched my back more, making my breasts look more pronounced as he watched.
Aidan’s eyes glanced up to mine. The smirk on his lips would be enough to soak my panties if they weren’t already in that state. His hair was pulled up into a bun today that I desperately wanted to undo for no reason than because I could.
“Go ahead, Koda bear,” Aidan said, winking at me like we were in on same inside joke together. “Tell him what he wants to hear so I can have a go with you.”
I was pretty sure if Jen wasn’t currently holding me, he would’ve attacked Aidan for such a claim on me. Either way, he settled for a growl before moving his lips back up to my neck and sucking on a new spot to temporarily mark me as his. It was his retaliation for Aidan’s words while my actual claiming mark was still covered.
With both Aidan and Enzo on board, I managed to push the guilt aside. “Only you, Jen. Please fuck me now.”
I was unceremoniously dropped on top of my nest, the pillows and blankets providing the cushioning for my landing—and destroying my nest—then Jen got to work quickly stripping down. I didn’t wait for any directions, rushing to get my own clothes off. Jen ripped off my key necklace, throwing it off to the side as if he hated looking at it.
Already, I wanted to beg Jen not to tease me. I didn’t know how much more wound up my body could become before I exploded from sexual frustration. But there wasn’t time to plead my case as Jen slammed his cock inside me, not worried about my wetness considering I was literally dripping slick.
The pleasant pressure of finally getting filled had me teetering close to my orgasm. If I could just come, I would let Jen use me to his heart’s content. Or his cock’s content.
There was nothing gentle about the way Jen fucked me. His hips slammed against my widespread legs he held far apart like he was trying to keep me spread open, and hold on, at the same time. I grabbed ahold of whatever my fingers could grasp, trying to stop my body from moving away from Jen’s with every thrust. When that didn’t work, Jen let go of my legs to lean over me, chest to chest. One arm slid under my neck and gripped my hair, holding me in place, as the other ripped off the bandage covering my bite mark.
The pain of the adhesive ripping was dull and immediately cancelled out by Jen’s tongue tracing the outline of his mark. All the while, he never stopped thrusting, the beautiful filling motion sending pleasure to my whole body.
Jen’s lips made their way back up, licking the shell of my ear before whispering, “Look at your other alphas, little bear. Look how they wish it was them thrusting into this tight pussy.”
Unable to do more than obey, I turned my head toward where I knew my other alphas were. Their lower bodies were covered from my vision because of the fluffy pillows surrounding me, but I could perfectly make out both alphas watching me—us—and using their fists to give themselves pleasure.
My entire body tightened, including my pussy, and Jen chuckled, knowing the reason. Despite the nearness of Jen, and the strong scent of arousal pouring from my bonded alpha, I could still make out my other alphas’ arousals. Whether it was their scents soaked into the fabrics from last night, or they were aroused enough to permeate the air of perfume encircling me now, it raised my need to climax.
“Do you like the power you hold over them, Koda?” Jen asked louder than necessary and most likely for the benefit of our audience.
I couldn’t speak, but I whimpered and added a nod.
My admission had Jen picking up speed, his grip turning around so he wasn’t pulling my hair back but holding me down by my neck. The slight tension his fingers supplied had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
When I glanced back at Aidan, I noticed two dots of silver near the bottom of his shaft, above his balls, that I wished I could get a better look at. Was his piercing for pleasure or simply decorative?
Why did I want to lick it?
I wanted to ask Aidan if I could lick his whole cock, maybe get a better look at the piercing. And there was Enzo. I wanted to run my fingers along his cock, feeling if the extra skin made the movement easier. But Jen’s words before we started were a warning, I was not allowed to touch either alpha, so I bit my lip—hard—hoping to stop the words from spilling out unwillingly.
“Oh no you don’t.” Jen pulled my bottom lip away from my teeth and shoved his thumb in my mouth. “If you need something to do with that naughty mouth, I’ll help. Show me what that tongue can do.”
I did my best to pretend Jen’s thumb was something longer, something more desirable. Still, I did as I was told with immense joy.
Jen still maintained his grip on my neck while I sucked on him, but with every flick of my tongue, every hollowing of my cheeks, he groaned. His body was barely holding back from climaxing, but I knew what he was waiting for: me.
Not coming felt like some sort of cosmic punishment. Over and over Jen pounded into me, but all it did was raise my sexual tension higher and higher. I arched my back so my breasts were pressing against his chest, planted my feet so I could move my hips. Everything I did felt amazing, but nothing pushed me over.
Just as I was starting to worry that I’d never come again, Jen pulled his thumb out of my mouth, sliding that hand down our bodies until he found and expertly pinched my clit.
I screamed through my orgasm.
It was like fire running through my veins—in the best possible way. My muscles clenched, relieved the pinnacle they were searching for was found, before letting all the energy drain out as I finally came back down. And then my newly relaxed muscles had to work, had to stretch to accommodate the large knot forming. The pressure was intense, but not as scary as my first time. I did my best to focus on Jen, on the sound of his groan as he came and his knot expanded, on the look of pure bliss on his face, the soft, beautiful purr vibrating his whole chest and seeping into my body, and the way his head tilted down toward me like he no longer had the energy to hold himself up.
We were both breathing hard, but the multiple exhales and groans remind me we weren’t the only ones that finished. I looked over at Enzo currently on his knees like his orgasm had brought him down. Then I looked at Aidan, leaning against the door, his head upturned toward the ceiling. Both alphas had made themselves come, the evidence on their hand and shirts, their breathing heavy with huge gulps as if trying to suck down oxygen.
Even worn out and tired, I wanted to lick their hands clean of their cum, but I couldn’t get myself to voice my wants. I could blame it on being too exhausted to speak, which was partially true, but it felt like more than that. It was a deep-rooted worry that my request would turn them off. My body craved their cum, but I didn’t have any experience with sex and what was or wasn’t normal. I didn’t even know why I wanted it so badly.
Jen, finally recovering from his orgasm, worked his arms around my body to make turning us over easy. There was only a little tug this time, but it was enough to make me wince slightly. A soft kiss on my lips was an apology from my alpha that was so sweet it made my heart flutter like hummingbird wings.
“You’ve just been thoroughly fucked,” Jenson said. “Your emotions shouldn’t be so turbulent. What’s going on, little bear?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer before Enzo made his way over to me, ignoring the growl from Jen, and offered me his hand. The scent of Enzo, and his cum, was enough to have me grab for his hand, sucking and licking at the available liquid like it was a fucking treat. And it was.
When I finally released Enzo’s hand, another was offered out, but with much less confidence. I follow the arm up to Aidan’s face, his pale face now sporting two pink dots on his cheeks, making him look much younger and even more vulnerable.
“I—” Aidan swallowed, looking so nervous I wanted to cuddle him up and protect him from whatever was making him act this way. “I didn’t know you’d like a taste. There’s only a little.”
Realizing I was the reason for Aidan’s tension, I made sure to say, “Thank you, Addie.” I found every drop of cum on his hand and licked it off, humming my pleasure around his fingers.
With all three of my alphas around me, even if only Jen was physically touching me—letting me rest against him as if he was a pillow while allowing his knot to go down—I felt safe. And just like last time, I fell asleep from sexual exhaustion.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I woke up to the glorious scents of all three alphas nearby. My body was still using Jen as a bed but the rhythmic rise and fall told me he wasn’t struggling to breathe, so that was good. Jen’s chest didn’t have as much hair as Enzo’s, but it was enough that I was able to run my fingers through it while I let my body and mind continue its wake-up process.
When I was finally ready to make demands for coffee, I realized the alphas were in the middle of a conversation about what happened at the dorm building. Not exactly a pleasant topic to wake up to.
“She shouldn’t go back there,” Aidan complained. “She might have gone under the radar before, but everyone’s going to be able to smell the difference with her.”
That had me sitting up so quickly the room spun. I had to close my eyes, but I still managed to get the words out. “My scent’s changed?”
“Relax, little bear.” Jen sat up and pulled my head down to rest on his shoulder, letting me inhale his fresh laundry scent, no longer aroused, but now comforting and very pleased. His hands started rubbing up and down my bare back, making me acutely aware none of us had put any clothes on yet. If I wasn’t seconds away from panicking, too much of my focus would be directed to all the exposed, naked males in my nest. “Aidan just meant you smell of us. It’s expected when you spend so much time with mates. Totally normal, even for a beta.”
“Well, normal for any betas that get bonded,” Aidan added. Both Enzo and Jen glared at their packmate, but Aidan didn’t wither from the looks. “There’s no point in mincing words. She’s going to hear worse at the academy no matter how closely we attach ourselves to her side like fucking fungus.”
Jen’s hands tightened around me before letting go when I shook my back, requesting he keep rubbing. He resumed the careful glide of his fingers, despite the huff of annoyance, which I thought he meant for Aidan.
Jen’s scent didn’t change in any negative way, which I would definitely take credit for keeping happy. Of course, if we kept talking about the potential people who would scoff at our relationship, I imagined all my alphas’ scents would turn bitter.
Although thinking about telling others the truth … they’d still scoff with having an omega at the academy. There was no winning in this situation if I was determined to keep going to school. And I was.
Hannah was the exception to the rule. Her alphas were powerful enough, or maybe had enough money—although that was basically the same thing—or had the right friends to bypass the rules of higher education to allow an omega to take classes. Hell, maybe Hannah was posing as a beta in her online classes. But either way, she was a special case, and I didn’t have the same options as her if I got kicked out of Braker.
I wasn’t sure why I’d always been determined to see this through. At any point I could’ve turned myself in to the Omega Compound for an easy life of being pampered. I was always resigned to doing so when I was ready to start a family—
Oh shit.
A family. I was nowhere near ready to start forming one of those. With my alphas? Sure. Creating little ones, that was a hard pass. Even if the thought of a baby with the features of any of my alphas had my ovaries squeezing painfully with anticipation.
“You okay, Koda?” Jen asked.
“Perfect,” I croaked out. The looks on my alphas’ faces told me they weren’t believing me, but there was no way I was going to admit I’d imagined our pack with children. So, instead, I said, “I know you all are worried about what everyone is going to say, but there’s no way to come up with every response. Good or bad, we will have to deal with it. We need to focus on the things we can actually control.”
I looked at all my alphas in turn, making sure each one nodded in agreement before I clapped my hands, ending the discussion. “Good. Now I need coffee.”
Aidan and Jen seem shocked, but Enzo smiled. “Una ragazza secondo il mio cuore.”
I wasn’t sure what he said, but the words were enough to excite my body, sending goosebumps along my skin. Logically, I knew he was bilingual. His nickname for me and his accent was enough of a hint, but he’d never spoken in anything besides English before. I liked it, this other language. The cadence of the words flowed better. I liked the deeper tenor he used, even the mystery surrounding the words.
My thighs squeezed together, trying to hide the evidence of slick forming, only to be blocked by Jen’s body. Without any clothes on—and my legs obscenely spread by Jen’s hips—any hint of arousal was scented by my alphas. And while having another round with Jen was intriguing … I needed more fuel in me.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“C’mon,” Enzo said, standing and stretching, letting his cock bob at my eye level only an arm’s length away.
More slick rushed to my pussy, but I ignored it, reaching for Enzo’s outstretched hand. My legs were shaky and weak from being bent and spread for so long. Standing in the line of sight of three alphas, all looking up and down my body, did nothing to calm my heating skin.
But then my stomach growled, and it was like all the arousal disappeared from their scents.
“Maybe more than just coffee, huh, Orsetta? I’ll make us lunch,” Enzo said. The idea of a homecooked meal—or really just any food at all—was enough to have me nodding eagerly. I’d gone to restaurants on occasion, but my diet usually existed on cafeteria food and coffee.
Enzo and I headed to the kitchen, where he lifted me up and set me down on the cold island countertop. A shiver ran through my body, pebbling my nipples. That little fact wasn’t missed by Enzo who smiled but surprisingly didn’t touch me, despite the physical evidence he was turned on too.
He maneuvered around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and pans. “I think I’ll make a lasagna for dinner. It will take some time, but while it’s cooking, I’ll get you a snack.”
It was strange to be on the receiving end of an alpha so different than my bonded one. When Jen took care of my needs, he did it as if pleasing me made him happy. Jenson liked to make himself useful, which explained why he would’ve wanted to be a teacher. That same need to help was the basis of our relationship.
But Enzo took care of me however he wanted. He was an alpha that would do what he needed to keep me happy regardless of what others might’ve thought or even whether he was happy. It was a heady feeling and one I had to be careful not to abuse.
And then there was Aidan. Sweet Aidan who needed to be needed and included. Aiden who used our relationship to fill himself up with love. Which was good because I had endless love to give.
Beta sex classes taught me that alphas were an aggressive, sexually active designation. Honestly, I would’ve guessed the class was taught in a way to dissuade betas from wanting to be in a relationship with other designations. Did it matter that I should have never taken those classes? Nope. All that toxic bullshit was rooted deep in my being. Which was why I was using all three of my alphas to make me feel safe, treasured, and important.
“Did you learn to cook by yourself?” I asked, noticing he hadn’t pulled out his phone or a cookbook when he measured ingredients.
“My mamma taught me.”
“Is she still alive?”
“She is. She lives in Italy with the rest of my family. Once we bond, I’m sure she’ll be begging for us to make a trip out there for you to meet her.”
“How come you’re here?”
“You don’t want me here, Orsetta?”
Embarrassment turned my entire face red if the heat in my cheeks was any indication. “No, I didn’t mean it like that, Enzo, really. I was just wondering what brought you here. Not that I’m not thrilled you’re here, by the way. Because I am, if that’s not clear. Like, really happy you’re here.”
Thankfully, Enzo put an end to my rambling apology with a large hand on my thigh. The amusement on his face enough to get me to glare at the alpha.
“I came here when I was about thirteen,” Enzo said. “My mother was born in America, and my father surprised the whole family with a trip here over summer so my mother could see her parents. We were supposed to go back for Ferragosto, but I did not wish to return to Turin.”
The realization he hadn’t said, ‘return home’, had me smiling. Just because he was born in Italy didn’t make it his home. This was his home. Here. With me.
“I asked my mamma if I could stay with my nonni and she said yes.” Enzo pulled his hand away to throw things into the pan over the stove. He kept glancing at me, a little towel on his shoulder, as he told his story. “It helped that my father has his heir, Alonzo Junior, and my mamma has her little girl, Viola. Being the middle child has its advantages.”
I nodded in agreement even though—to my knowledge—I was an only child. “So you stayed with your…”
“Nonni,” he said, supplying the word for me.
“Nonni. And then you met Aidan and Jenson?”
He nodded, but it was Jenson that said, “Yes, he did.”
“Curriculum in Italy is different, and our teacher thought I could use the extra help. She asked Jen to help me out.”
Jen handed me a large shirt that surprisingly smelled of Aidan and a pair of underwear. To my shock, I didn’t blush at Jen touching my underwear—he must have gone out to get my luggage without me noticing.
My alpha helped me off the counter and said, “Little did she know, Enzo was way beyond what we were learning in class. He just needed a little review since he’d done our lessons years ago. And then he was good to go.”
