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Seraphina

My cheeks burn with embarrassment as my Omega gives back the reins just the slightest bit, my heart warring with the rational part that knows I’m exposed, vulnerable. But I’m too terrified to move. I need their comfort, their presence, their scents to make all of this okay.

I look around, needing the last of my three Alphas. “Where’s Callum?”

“He’s coming, baby.”

They’re still waiting for me to explain but my mind is a mess, only made more evident when Callum enters his room and I immediately scramble toward him, burying my face in his neck when he picks me up. He wraps his arms around me, his nose grazing the side of my head as he walks me back into the closet and sits in the middle of my makeshift nest. It should be comical to see these large men tucked in here but it just feels safe.

Perfect.

Mostly.

“I really don’t know what happened,” I push out, twisting around to look at the other two. “I smelled burning, and it was coming from my nest. I put it out, and then there was fire everywhere. One moment there was nothing, and then flames. I tried to get to the front door but…” I trail off because there’s no way that happened, right?

Callum caresses my cheek, directing my attention back to him as he leans against the wall. “Sweetheart, what happened when you tried to get to the door?”

“The mudroom was locked but that’s not possible. No one touches that door. It used to close on its own but Lyle fixed that. Now, it stays open. I always make sure it stays open. But it was… that’s wrong, right? I was just…” Again, I trail off, unable to follow that line of thinking. There’s no way someone locked me into my apartment and started the fire, right?

Lyle sighs, his expression softening as he places a hand on my foot, massaging the sole gently. “Were you cooking or was the stove on?”

“No. I wasn’t anywhere over there. That’s what is so weird. None of it makes sense.” A sob tears from my throat, weariness coursing through me, the strain of today pushing me to sleep even as the heat in my belly grows. I have the worst luck in the world.

Callum murmurs something in my ear about taking care of everything at the same time a cramp tears through me, a whimper falling from my lips. Slick pools between my thighs as I curl up in his lap, even more embarrassed than I was five minutes ago. I’m going to have a very stern conversation with my Omega about reading the room because this is inconvenient.

“Where do you want us, sweetheart?” Callum asks as he presses a kiss to my ear.

A shudder runs down my spine and I shift in his lap, repeating in my head that these men won’t hurt me. That they’re safe, that they’re mine.

And for some reason, that’s all it really takes to get my Omega fully on board.

They’re mine.

Ambrose clicks his tongue, drawing my gaze to him. “You have your colors, angel. Take what you need and we’ll make you feel good. You just tell us when it’s too much or not enough, okay?”

I manage a nod as another cramp threatens to ruin me, my fingers fumbling with the button on Callum’s pants. Frustration bleeds through me as I scoot off his lap and raise my ass in the air, my pussy clenching around nothing. The moment his cock springs from his pants, I lean forward to taste him, groaning as his scent explodes in my mouth.

“Sweetheart, as much as I’d love to have your mouth on me—Jesus Christ—you need a knot to make the pain go away.”

I can’t seem to pull away and crawl back onto his lap, rough hands settling on my lap and slowly dragging me backward. I moan at the loss until there’s a cock filling me, Ambrose nibbling on my ear as he spears up into my pussy. My head falls back against his chest, my arms wrapping around my chest as he guides me.

But it’s not enough.

My lips part as my gaze falls back on Callum’s cock, this moment distracting me from the very real possibility that someone is out to get me.

“Baby girl, do you need more?”

My gaze flicks over to Lyle, his cock sticking out of his pants, his hand slowly stroking his length. I nod, wanting his taste too, even as Ambrose thrusts up into me, owning my pleasure. Lyle drags his hand along his cock a few more times, gathering up precum and then lifting his fingers to my lips. I greedily suck them into my mouth, my lids falling closed as my Omega hums with pleasure.

Too soon, his fingers are gone but then Callum is there, letting me lick his palm clean.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, pretty girl,” Ambrose hums in my ear. “The way you’re taking all three of us. Angel, you’re perfect for us. Made for us. Ours. ”

His words have my Omega preening with pride as I continue tasting my Alphas, Ambrose thrusting up one last time. A small cry tumbles from my lip as I come, his knot swelling inside of me, his release filling me in spurts, his purr rumbling through his chest. The other two join in until it’s just a chorus of Alphas purring for me, the pleasure surging through me taking over completely.

The only thing I remember as sleep drags me under is my very own claim—one I’ve been too scared to say for years.

“ Mine.”