Page 26 of Gamers' Omega

“But you’re scared of it?” Beck asked.

I nodded.

“Are you ace?” Tony asked.

“Not that it’s a problem,” Ian immediately cut in.

I opened my eyes. “What? But you guys are always joking about sex, and…” I motioned to myself.

Tony leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the back of my head. “I won’t lie, we enjoy sex… a lot. But it’s not everything.”

“We enjoy spending time with you,” Freddie said.

“Your presence improves our lives, and we hope the reverse is true. The days when you’re here feel richer,” Ian stated. “It’s the same sort of feeling we had when we all first got together. We’re better as a team than apart.”

Beck slid his hands over my wrists until he could rub my arms. “If you’re ace, you can tell us. We’ll figure out what you need to feel comfortable with us.”

I shook my head. “I-I don’t think I’m ace.” My face burned with a blush. “I mean, it feels good when I play with my dick. I get horny, and part of me wants it. But…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m scared,” I whispered.

Beck squeezed my forearms, then climbed up next to me on the couch—where he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

It was that quiet acceptance that made the dam burst, and I started crying. Over and over—for years—I’d been told that I’d love sex once I had a knot in me. Other alphas would laugh and call my fear ridiculous.

Of all the men I’d dated, none had seemed to care about my concerns. They’d instead asked questions about how long I thought I’d need to be ready—how long until I’d spread my legs for them.

For the first time, I felt seen. I knew the guys didn’t understand, but they’d already demonstrated more willingness to accomodate my needs than any previous partner.

Movement and shuffling around me. The couch dipped as Ian and Tony took seats. Then hands on me, rubbing my legs and arms in a silent show of support.

“Let it out, Sweetheart,” Freddie murmured.

“I—I’m sorry…” I cried. “I don’t… don’t know… why I’m crying.”

Beck nuzzled my hair. “It’s ok.”

I clung to Beck’s shirt as I cried—until the tears turned to hiccups before stopping. The whole time the others kept contact, making it clear that they were there for me.

Finally, I slumped against Beck’s chest. A wave of relief washed over me—though I didn’t know what it was for.

The room was silent for several minutes until a soft, “I love your butt!” came from Pico’s cage.

I started laughing, then giggling uncontrollably. Of all the things that could have been said at that moment, that was the most absurd.

And the most needed.

“Right,” Freddie said as he squeezed my leg. “What’s your comfort food of choice?”

I managed to get my giggles under control. “Normally I’d say pasta, but…” I shrugged.

“But you work in a pizza slash Italian restaurant,” Ian laughed. “Tacos it is, 'cause everybody loves tacos.”

I smiled. “Tacos sound great.”

“I’ll call in an order,” Ian stated before standing and heading toward the kitchen.

“Come here,” Freddie said, holding out his arms.

“Hmm?”