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Lily

When I first came to stay in the house with the guys, it had felt wonderful.

Like home, and while there was a strong attraction there, it wasn’t such that I was willing to tear down my walls for sex with them.

It was still too scary to complete the connection with mating.

I’d almost convinced myself that we could go on just as we were, if not forever, for a long time.

But as the days went by, after our conversation about heat, I began to get more aware of them.

When we slept together in my bed, I didn’t sleep all that much, too conscious of them, of their bodies and their breathing and their scents.

They had always smelled amazing, but now it was as if I couldn’t be anywhere in the house without it filling my nose.

I was constantly looking around to find them, see where they were.

Finally, one afternoon, I shut myself in my room for a nap. I tossed and turned because my sheets held their scent, but finally I drifted off, into a series of erotic dreams that ended when the door opened.

“Lily?”

I blinked my eyes and saw Harlan, my down-to-earth guy. “Hi. You wanted me to wake you up to run to the store?”

“Could you come hold me?” I didn’t even know I was going to say it, but suddenly I couldn’t stand not touching him. “Please?”

“Anytime, omega. There’s nothing I like more than holding you in my arms.” He left the doorway and came in, sitting on the side of the bed and gathering me to him. “Is anything wrong?”

“No. Lie down with me?”

“Of course.” He slid down to lie flat with me half on top of him. “Did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?”

“Something like that.” My cheeks flamed. I thought I’d gotten past that since we’d been sleeping together. “They were actually kind of naughty dreams.”

“Was I in it?” He winked at me, but then smoothed his hand down my cheek. “Tell me what you need from me, sweetheart. Whatever you need.”

“Touch me?” I wasn’t even sure exactly what I was asking for, but I needed something. “Just please touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

We’d agreed they’d help me get through the heat, but we weren’t mated yet. Not marked. And sometimes I wasn’t sure why I’d been holding back. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Harlan kissed me then, at first sweetly, but when I parted my lips, his tongue delved in to explore, and I sank into the sensations.

While he kissed me senseless, his hands wandered my body, over my clothes, at first, but it wasn’t enough for me.

I had been marked by one of them, and I didn’t want to take things all the way with any of them without marking by them all.

All I knew was I ached for them, and Harlan’s gentle strokes and deep kisses were sending me into a frenzy.

I opened my shirt, bringing his hands to my breasts and arching my back when he cupped them.

His lips moved down to the curves exposed by my demi bra, then the front clasp fell away, and I was exposed from the waist up, nipples peaked, breathing harsh, and limbs trembling.

He continued to kiss and suckle at my skin, drawing my nipple into his mouth while his hand crept down and into my leggings, where his fingers encountered the slick his touch brought on.

I held his head to my breasts, while he stroked me between my legs, circling my clit, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

He knew just what to do, what to say, how to whisper things against my skin that made me crave more.

And then, as waves of pleasure crashed over me, I tipped my head to the side and invited him to mark me. The piercing of my flesh made me come again. If this was what it was like with a simple touch, with one of them, how would I survive making love with all three?

Mating them would kill me.