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F aye

When I return to my room after eating dessert with the men, my entire body feels slow and relaxed. It might be because after Maverick insisted on giving me a massage, they all did, until all the anxiety and the fear from the night had melted away, leaving only a lingering reminder that, although Kurt had tried to hurt me, he’d been the one to learn a lesson.

With my men, I’m safe. Maybe staying with them wouldn’t be so bad.

I walk through the room easily, practically floating as I reach back for my zipper and draw the heavy gown down my body. I place it back on the hanger and put it in the closet. Tomorrow, the staff will come through and bring in more outfits. And, strangely, I’m actually excited about what else they’ll prepare for me.

All this, just to ensure alphas find their omegas. F or the first time since arriving here on the bus, I’m starting to appreciate The Selection. I guess if alphas and omegas have to get together, this isn’t exactly the worst way to do it. It certainly forces us to get to know each other in a fun way.

I turn on the tub then step into the bath and wash my body lazily with lavender soap. Then I wash my hair, brushing through it with my fingers and rinsing it thoroughly. The bath seems to help even more, pushing away the scary event of the evening like a nightmare I’d soon forget. When I step out of the bath, my entire body feels scrubbed clean, soft, and warm.

This is the first time I’ve taken full advantage of the amenities since arriving here. As I pick an oil to massage into my skin, I think of what my baths used to include—a quick wash in the pond, unscented soap, if I even had some to begin with. This… this is so different.

Now, I work over every inch of my skin, ensuring it’s baby-soft and smooth. I brush and loosely braid my hair, then pull on a silk nightgown that falls over my body and makes me feel like I’m posing for a painting.

I’m just about to pull back the covers and climb into bed when there’s a knock at the door.

Like it always does, my entire body tenses at the thought that the person on the other side of the door might be Kurt. Maybe he’s here for revenge. Or, maybe, he’s just looking for something to do, and thought tormenting me might be a good option after my actions led to him being embarrassed again.

I take a deep breath and pace back and forth in front of the bed, wishing the door had a peep hole, or some way for me to see who it was before revealing myself to be in the room. If he knows I’m in here, will he just find a way to force himself inside?

“Faye,” a deep voice says, muffled through the door. I think of that voice, so soft and quiet against my neck while we were drifting along in the boat, and my body calms.

When I open the door, Maverick is standing on the other side, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “I thought a beautiful woman deserved some beautiful flowers.”

Beside him, the guard stands silently, giving me a look. This one is shorter than the other one, but tends to be stationed outside my door in the evening. I’m starting to recognize the guards and their habits.

“Yes, he’s also okay. Him, Xander, Cayson, and Ezra.” I hesitate. “Never Kurt. Not Kurt under any circumstances.”

He smiles, because I’ve said the Kurt part several times before, and bobs his head, before going back to his place by the wall.

“A guard to keep pretty flowers away?” Maverick teases, lightning the mood a little.

I laugh and reach for them, but he shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, his voice low.

I hesitate, already feeling the tension between us as his green eyes trace my body from head to toe. I know where this is going. At least, where it could go. If I let him in now, I don’t know if things can ever go back to the way they were. The memory of his hand in my skirt skates through my head, and I suck in a breath, eyes meeting his.

“Yes,” I breathe, stepping to the side so he can come inside.

He moves carefully, like I’m a skittish animal he might spook if he acts too forcefully. Which, to be fair, I kind of am. So far, I haven’t seen anything to alarm me about Maverick, but he’s still a strange feral. He could still be dangerous to me, and if I see the smallest sign that he is, I am going to run for it. But the thing is, for the first time in a long time I’m starting to trust my instincts again, and my instincts say he’s no one to fear.

I watch as he reaches under the sink, and my gaze is drawn to his very firm ass. I don’t remember ever noticing a man’s ass before Cayson and Ezra. It’s weird. I think they fundamentally changed something about me.

Licking my lips, I just keep staring. Damn, that is a very fine ass.

Under the sink, he finds a vase and scissors and pulls them out, then rinses the vase and places it next to the sink. I watch his hands, capable and strong, as he cuts the flower stems and arranges the flowers in the vase carefully, adjusting their height so they make a good arrangement. It’s weirdly… hot, watching his big hands touch something so delicate, and do such a wonderful job with it.

“That’s beautiful,” I say, when he’s disposed of the trimmings and turned back to me.

The flowers are now sitting next to the basket of berries on my table, two symbols of the men I now have vying for my attention and love. Two beautiful things from two very different people, each laying claim to my heart. And what’s strange… I value both the objects, and both the men, even though I don’t know what that means for the long-term. Even though I barely know Maverick and Xander.

Something to admire. Something to enjoy. Maybe Addilyn was right about getting herself a group of alphas—maybe that means each one satisfies a different need inside you.

“Faye,” he says, but I interrupt him by stepping forward and pressing my body against his, our lips meeting roughly.

I’m learning that each of them has their own style of kissing, and Maverick’s is desperate, searching. One of his hands plants itself on my lower back, drawing me up against him, and the other cradles my jaw, tipping my head back so he can get better access.

His smell and touch and essence seep into me, until it feels like we’re just two atoms slotted together in the fabric of life, working together, seamless.

“ Faye ,” he growls, pulling back when the backs of my knees hit the edge of my mattress. I look up at him, my eyes wide, my entire body thrumming with need. He moves forward, like he might push me backwards, but there’s another knock on the door.

This time, I’m not afraid. Even if it is Kurt, I have Maverick here with me. I don’t need to be afraid—he’s automatically on my side, and I haven’t even told him the worst of what he’s done to me.

Seeing the expression on my face, Maverick pulls away from me, moving to the door and opening it. Xander stands there, his chest bare, in nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants, and the sight of it sends another scorching wave of arousal through me.

Both men turn, their gazes dark, heated, and I remember, again, that they can smell me, know how my core is throbbing, twisting with want, how my panties are damp with need.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Xander says, his eyes meeting mine. I realize they’re both looking at me, waiting for my okay, for me to invite them inside, into my bed. Just like Maverick said at dinner.

Despite what I’ve always believed about alphas, that’s not the truth of the situation—they’re not going to make me do anything I don’t want to do. Not these two men, not Cayson and Ezra.

And, luckily for all of us, I want to do it.

“Come in,” I say.

I open the door for him. He steps inside, and I lock it behind him. As he turns to look at me, I take a deep breath, reach down, grab the hem of my nightgown, and strip it off over my head.

Maverick and Xander are in front of me before it even hits the floor. They’re close enough to touch, but they don’t. They just stand there, breathing hard, looking at me in nothing but my panties.

“You’re my mate,” Xander says roughly.

“ Our mate,” Maverick corrects, his gaze running up and down my body eagerly. “No games. No deals. No, we’re not doing this because of some asshole. You’re ours.”

I realize they need me to say it, but I hesitate. “You can’t ever hurt me.” I can’t handle it if they hurt me.

Xander rears back. “Never.”

“Never,” Maverick says, emphasizing the word.

I hesitate, wrapping my arms around my chest.

“What else, little one?” Xander asks, his expression intense.

Without knowing what I’m going to say, I start talking, “And I don’t know anything about relationships or men. I’m used to an isolated life and may need some guidance.” I take a deep breath. “And I don’t have any idea what the future is going to look like. I just want to be safe.”

“We can do that, and we understand all of that,” Maverick promises, a smile touching his lips.

I realize something else. I should really be clear about Cayson and Ezra, since it may change what they want. Maybe without alphas, I’m not nearly as desirable. “And I don’t know if Cayson and Ezra will be in our future…”

Maverick laughs. “Yeah, right.” And he exchanges a knowing glance with Xander that I don’t understand.

Okay, I said it at least.

Xander uses one finger to tilt my head up, so our eyes meet and hold. “What else? We’ll give you anything.”

His words make warmth spread through my chest. “Nothing else.”

A small smile curves his lips, and he grabs my hips, pulling me against him. Without a word, his lips crush mine, and we kiss until the world spins away, and there’s nothing but us. I break our kiss, breathing hard, and Maverick moves to stand closer to us, capturing my lips with his mouth. His kiss is different, less like he’s drinking me in and more like he’s desperate for me.

Our kiss ends, and Xander takes me into his arms and carries me to the bed before setting me down in the center of the bed. I just stare at them, eyes wide, wondering what will happen next. I’ve only ever had sex with Cayson and Ezra. What if it’s really different with them? What if I don’t like it?

The second the thought enters my mind, I dismiss it. If I like them touching me, like them kissing me, I’m sure everything else they do to me will be great. I just have to be brave, and not get into my head too much.

Maverick starts to undress. His movements are hurried, but his expression is calm. He’s down to his boxers when Xander stops him, putting a hand on his arms. “Are you sure it won’t be too much for her?”

Their gazes swing to me.

I lick my lips. “I’ll be okay.” That’s all I can manage, even though I want to tell them I really want to see them naked. That I’ve been curious what they look like.

Maverick draws his boxers down and his cock springs free. My jaw drops open, and I swallow hard. He’s like Cayson and Ezra. Well-endowed. And if Addilyn is right about most men, all of my men so far are built quite a few sizes larger.

Xander seems more shy and uncertain as he undresses. He glances at me constantly, as if checking that I’m okay with what he’s doing, like at any moment he might reveal some horrible part of himself that I might not like. When he gets to his boxers, he seems to start and stop himself from pulling down his boxers several times. I can practically see his treacherous thoughts bouncing through his head.

After a minute, I climb down from the bed. Pushing his hands aside, I lean up onto my tippy toes and kiss him as hard as I can, then ease his boxers down until they hit the floor. Before I can even look down, I reach down and take him in my hand, curling my hand around his massive length.

He groans against my mouth, and I start to stroke him. His entire body rocks from the movement, and his kisses become more and more desperate. He breaks his lips from mine and his voice comes out wild, “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”

Maybe I should listen, but I don’t want to. I want to make this big man explode.

Collapsing to my knees, I take him into my mouth and start sucking. The normally silent man lets out a string of curses and thrusts hard into my mouth, rapidly, until he groans again and explodes. His taste instantly hits my tongue, and I suck and suck, loving his flavor. I love that I was able to make this big man come undone.

When he starts to soften in my mouth, I pull back and rise. Xander stands with his hands in fists and a wild look on his face. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have… I should have waited.”

“You shouldn’t have,” I tell him softly. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do.”

His eyes find mine, darkening, and I watch him harden once more.

I hear Maverick take a shuddering breath and turn to him. He’s got his hand clenched around his cock and he’s breathing hard. His eyes are running over me.

Without saying a word, I move to him, collapse to my knees, and push his hand away. My mouth is around him in an instant.

“Holy fucking shit!” he groans.

It’s strange how fast I’m learning to figure out what my men like. Just a short time ago, I knew nothing, and now I can tell by the way his body tenses that he likes what I’m doing. As I slowly suck him, I can feel his body wanting more. Wanting me to move more quickly. When he curls his hand into my hair and starts moving me harder and faster on his cock, my body gets wetter at his desire.

Soon, he’s pounding into me, and I’m loving the feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag several times, which sends a shudder through his body, encouraging me to do more. To take him deeper. Then he says my name and comes into my mouth. His taste is sweet and salty all at once.

He finally releases my hair, and I lick him clean, then stand up.

Maverick yanks my panties off, lifts me into his arms, and places me down onto the bed. I watch them both, staring, breathing hard, already erect once more and ready to go, wondering what they’re thinking. What they want to do now.

“How do you want to take her?” Maverick asks, sounding breathless.

“Her pussy,” Xander grunts.

“I want her pussy too.”

What does that mean? What are they going to do?

“Follow me,” Maverick says, then climbs onto the bed, with Xander sitting next to me. Without a word, he flips me onto my stomach in the center of the bed and says, “Trust us, Jelly Bean.”

And the thing is, I do. I trust these men who call me Jelly Bean with such ease. Who have shown me at every turn that I’m safe with them.

Maverick comes up behind me, climbing on top of me. He grabs my hips and pulls me up, then reaches down, running his hand down my stomach until he reaches my pussy. Then he starts stroking.

My body reacts, my legs jerking in reaction. My nerves are coming alive. He’s stroking me softly and purposefully as his cock nudges my entrance.

Unable to help myself, I let my eyes flutter closed. I drink in the feeling of him pushing carefully into my body. My channel holds him tightly, tensing around him, making him curse, as he continues to slide into me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. Then he says, “Touch her.”

Xander reaches between the mattress and body and begins to play with my pussy. At first, he seems uncertain. His touch is gentle and playful, but when I moan when he touches my clit, he gets bolder, stroking me harder as Maverick continues to sink into me.

“You’re so sweet,” Xander groans.

My eyes flash open, and our gazes holds each other as he continues to play with me.

At last, I feel Maverick reach his hilt, and I’m breathing hard from the sheer size of him. Then he moves behind me, shifting higher. The movement changes the angle of his cock, and I moan again, surprised by just how good it feels.

“Alright, Xander, your turn,” Maverick says, panting.

His turn? For what?

Xander stops touching me and moves on the bed. He climbs on the bed, behind Maverick. I don’t have a clue what he’s going to do when I feel him pressing his cock into my pussy.

My entire body tenses, and Maverick runs a hand down my back. “Don’t worry, we’ve got you.”

I’m taking deep breaths. If I can barely fit Maverick inside of me, how the hell am I going to fit two of them in me? And is this going to be like when Ezra and Cayson were in my ass and pussy? Will it feel good because I have two of them inside of me, or will this just hurt?

Xander takes his time, slowly easing into me. Any time my body tightens, he pauses, waiting for me to adjust. A benefit to them getting me so worked up is that I’m wet, so his cock has something to naturally help it glide in. Still, it’s a lot.

I mean, a lot .

When Xander finally stops, it’s hard to draw in full breaths. I just feel so… full. Like they filled up every square inch of me and now there’s no room left inside of me. Yet, it doesn’t feel bad. Just strange.

“How’s that?” Maverick asks.

“You’re big,” I manage.

He chuckles. “I know this is strange, but it’s going to feel so so good.”

Before I can say more, he and Xander pull out of me. The instant loss of them allows me to draw in a full breath, but I instantly miss them. But even as that thought drifts through my mind, they slam back in.

My legs try to collapse but can’t. My vision goes from black to white, and I’m gasping in breaths. Nerves that I didn’t even know existed are awake and vibrating like the strings of a guitar.

Maverick reaches around and grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples, hard. The feeling draws my attention away from my pussy for the briefest moment before they pull out and slam back in again.

I’m lost. Drowning in a sea of pleasure. Each time I think I get my head above water, they pull out and slam back in. Maverick’s fingers on my nipples, plucking and pinching, help to ground me, but it’s not enough. This feels good. Way too good. Something dangerous is building inside of me, and I don’t if I want to stop it or watch what it does.

They strike up a rhythm, working together, holding me in place. And I start to move beneath them, taking their thrusts in deeper each time they press into me, becoming an active participant, rather than just an object to be fucked.

The feeling of something building inside of me grows stronger and stronger. Their groans, the way they say my name…all of it adds to the incredible feeling until that something breaks inside of me, and I’m suddenly lost beneath the water.

I scream and scream, I’m not even sure what, as I ride the two cocks inside my pussy, loving the friction, loving knowing their dicks are sliding against each other, loving the fact that I have two incredible ferals who seem head over heels for me, bringing me such an incredible amount of pleasure.

They squirt inside of me. Their cum filling my body is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Their liquid gives more lubrication, and as I continue to ride them, goosebumps erupt all over my body.

We keep moving together for a long time, enjoying the sparks of pleasure that continue to radiate long after my orgasm calms, until at last I have nothing left. They pull out of me, each one laying on my side. We’re all breathing hard, and my pussy is still squeezing, even with nothing left inside of me.

“That was… amazing,” I whisper.

Xander takes my face in his hands. “You’re sure?”

I kiss his hand. “I’m sure.”

On my other side, Maverick sounds smug, “If you liked that, you’re going to like the rest of the night I have planned for us.”

I turn to him. “The rest of the night?”

He’s grinning. “We’ve been waiting a long time for our mate. You can’t imagine how many things I’ve imagined doing to you.”

I shiver, and their hands move to my body, running over it, trying to chase my chill away, but instead, all it does is turn me on. I don’t know what’s happened to me, but, somehow, I’ve been changed forever.