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Rumor

“Do you need anything, Rumor?” Lily was still hovering as if she were a servant, even though she’d never been that to me.

“No, do you?” I fluffed up a final pillow on my big round bed in anticipation of a very special night with my mates. We’d have done this the moment I got back, but I was so bruised and exhausted, they insisted we wait.

After a couple of nights of rest, we’d all shifted and run the night before, since the shifting suppressant finally wore off. Who knew my mother was not just a manipulator but some kind of chemical expert in controlling females and their heats?

My wolf was blissed out as we raced along the trails on the pack lands and beyond, splashing in streams and rolling around together. When we returned home and shifted back, the deep cuts from trying to get out of the coarse rope bondage had healed, bruises faded, and the first signs of heat were surging back.

Uncomfortable as they were, I welcomed them, wanting more than anything in the world to be fully their mate, marked and, hopefully, carrying their young.

Lily winced at my offer to do something for her. “I can’t get used to not being someone’s servant. I feel so at loose ends.”

“You don’t have to be that. You’re living here as my friend and one of the family, so I’ll tell you what my alphas told me. Help out any way you like, but know it’s not expected. And if you want to bake cookies, you will get no complaints from anyone here.”

“Cookies? I can do that.” She was out the door and headed down the hall so fast, I had to laugh. Everyone liked to be useful, and Lily loved to bake. It was a matter of finding her place in this new part of her life. I welcomed her company but suspected it wouldn’t be long before she had a pack of her own. Sweet, kind, and pretty, nothing could hold her back if that was what she wanted.

“Querida?” Vargas stood in the doorway. “May we come in?”

Sitting back on the bed, I smiled up at my three alphas. “Yes, and close the door so we don’t shock Lily. She’s baking us cookies.”

“Nice.” Wilder followed Vargas in. “What kind?”

“I don’t know.” I giggled. “Does it matter?”

“Nope. I like them all.” Wilder sat down next to me and lifted my hand to his lips. “But not as much as I love you.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “I love you too. All of you. When you bought me from my former family, I was relieved to be away from them, but I never dreamed I’d fall in love. Omegas aren’t supposed to get this lucky.”

“I don’t know why not.” Penn sat on my other side and untied the ribbon holding my pale-blue satin robe closed. I’d bought it at the bath store with just this sort of occasion in mind. “I think we’re the ones who are lucky. I love you too.”

As Vargas pushed my robe over my shoulders, they eased me back to lie on the bed and then stood to take off the lounge pants they all wore. Even Wilder wore no shirt now, since I’d convinced him his body was as sexy as anything I’d ever seen, and when they joined me on the bed, I struggled to get enough air to breathe and stay conscious. Until now, I’d been with only one of them at a time, but for this mating we had agreed we would all be together.

Their hands and lips roamed my body, and I closed my eyes, very aware of who was touching me where when Vargas moved to lie between my legs. Wilder and Penn turned their attention to my breasts, sucking, licking, and nipping while Vargas inserted two fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow, sensual circles. If this was just the foreplay, I’d never survive mating with all three of them. Or maybe, from the hunger I felt, I’d devour them. In the best way possible.

Then his fingers were gone, replaced with his cock, and he was inside me. I writhed, digging my fingers into his shoulders, held in place by the other two or I might have fallen off the bed. Vargas thrust deep inside me, whispering words of love, faster and faster, my slick coating him until he grasped my hips, lifted my lower body off the bed and poured his cum into my body. His knot grew, and I came with him before he lowered me to the bed and bent to sink his teeth into the side of my throat, making me orgasm again.

He held me close, they all did until his knot finally shrank and I demanded Wilder take his place, his own rhythm already familiar and comforting and intense at the same time. Each of them touched different places in my body, my heart and soul, and after Wilder moved aside, his mark on the other side of my throat, Penn turned me over and took me from behind, finding new places to stimulate inside me before he came and pierced the back of my neck to make his mark. I’d come so many times, I was soaked with sweat and unable to so much as move when Penn finally withdrew from me.

They covered me up and left then came and carried me into the bathroom where they’d drawn a bubble bath. An herbal scent tickled my nose. “What is that?”

“Healing herbs. You’ve been through a lot over the past ten hours.” Vargas kissed the top of my head. “We don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Or raw,” Penn put in helpfully.

Sinking into the water, I rested my head on the bath pillow they’d considerately placed there before blinking at them. “Ten hours? Surely not.” I only remembered making love with each of them once. After that it was all a haze of pleasure and a little pain and begging them to do it again and again. Oh Goddess.

“It was. How are you feeling?” Wilder asked.

“Good.” I flexed my arms and legs. “Fine. A little tired like after a good workout. Are you guys okay?”

“Fine. And the heat?” he asked.

When we began, I’d been sweating and aching. As soon as I got back with my alphas, the heat had come roaring back. But now?

I did an internal search of my body and mind. “I think it’s gone. Oh that’s not good. What’s wrong?” Maybe I was like my sister, infertile. Had she even had heat symptoms? Had she tried that stimulator or whatever she was going to give me?

“Mate, shhh,” Penn said. “It’s very good. The best.”

I yawned, too tired to even think about what it might mean. If they said it was all good, I was ready to accept that as fact. My mates washed me carefully with soft cloths and sweet-smelling soap before drying me tenderly, carrying me off to bed, and crawling in after me. Right before I fell asleep, I heard Wilder say, “Cookies!”

Lily must have come in while we were in the bathroom and left some there. My mates would need their strength. My heat might be over, but my hunger from them was anything but.