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The sun is starting its slow descent behind us when Raff opens the door to the villa. This day has gone by so incredibly fast, no thanks to us waking up with half of it already gone. I wouldn’t admit it, but I wish things would slow down a little. We lost one day with the storm and only have four days left before we leave. I need more time because I’m terrified of what will happen when reality returns.

Here, it’s easy to forget that the real world is still waiting out there, ready to draw us back into the fold. Things like heats and friends and responsibilities are easier to ignore. The repercussions of what’s happening between all of us are simpler to downplay. Doesn’t mean I’m not fully aware of the significance of every stolen moment, every touch, every hope I’ve never allowed myself before this week. It was effortless to write them off as cocky hockey players when they weren’t in my face proving otherwise. Now, I know better, and the thought of walking away is not something I’m looking forward to, but I’m not truly meant for them, right? They deserve so much better, but for now, while they’re being foolish enough to think I can somehow fulfill all of their needs, I’m not going to dwell on it.

Raff heads for the stairs, his foot no sooner touching the bottom step than we hear a raucous celebration coming from the second level.

“Eat shit, Flint!” Nix growls, followed by his laughter.

Flint’s petulant mutter echoes down the hall, “That was a glitch, and you know it! Your dude cross-checked mine and didn’t even get called on it.”

“I barely understand hockey, and even I know that looked sketchy as hell,” Sy eagerly agrees.

Raff’s big blue eyes meet mine. “They’re going to be at this a while. Hockey in any form is a big deal, but more so when your avatar looks and plays like you do in real life.”

“They’re playing a video game that has you all as actual characters?” I ask, my voice filled with amusement and admittedly more than a little bit of curiosity.

“Yeah, and it’s going to be distracting.” He sighs, then shoots me a wicked grin. “I’ve got an idea. Are you into exhibitionism?”

Pursing my lips in thought, I barely have a second to consider the idea before Raff’s eyes narrow on me.

“Maybe I should clarify. The idea of exhibitionism. No way in a million fucking years will I ever let anyone outside of this building see the glory that is Elliott Mitchell naked.”

A corner of my lips quirks up. “I was just going to say the closest I’ve ever come to public indecency is the time I had sex in the middle of a crowded, sweaty dance floor where I’m pretty sure everyone else was fucking too.”

He stalks through the house toward the patio, a growl rumbling his chest as he steps outside and closes the door behind us. “The thought of you fucking anyone other than me or my brothers, or, hell, even the Beta, makes me go a little feral, honey bear.”

“I can see that.” I run my finger down the creases between his brows, my heart beginning to beat rapidly at yet another speed bump on our journey to ever being anything real. “You know I haven’t been a saint, Raff. I’m not the sweet, innocent Omega most packs want. I’ve lived my life with zero regrets, chasing my desires and experiencing things some people would frown upon. I’ve never claimed to be anything other than who I am.”

He goes still, serious eyes clashing with mine. “And I’ve never asked you to be anyone else. None of us have. But can you sit there and tell me the thought of me fucking some other woman doesn’t make you go the teensiest bit crazy?”

Just the mention of another faceless woman has me wanting to claw her eyes out…and maybe his too.

He tuts. “Exactly my point. Don’t try to twist my words and use them against us in order to keep pushing us away. The time where I allowed that is over. Now I’ll pull you right the fuck back in and remind you we’re not going anywhere. Get used to it.”

I gulp down the guilt threatening to choke me, knowing I was doing exactly that, if only subconsciously. He continues his trek to the far side of the patio, setting me on my feet at the edge of the pool near a long bench that spans the entire length below the water.

“You ready?” he asks, his earlier irritation seemingly forgotten as he gives me a crooked grin.

“For…?”

“It’s late afternoon, so still enough light to see by. The white fence that runs along each side of the villa protects you from the neighbors, but the entire length of the property down to the beach is wide open. And I happen to know the floor-to-ceiling windows of the second floor loft happen to have a pretty good view of this exact spot. The illusion of exhibitionism…”

My breath catches at what he’s suggesting, my slick flooding my thighs. His ginger and cinnamon scent has grown potent with his pheromones filling the air around me.

“You’re feeling extra spicy tonight, aren’t you, hot sauce?”

“Where you’re concerned, honey bear, always.”

“Then the show is yours. Tell me what you want, Alpha.”

His nostrils flare, fists clenching at his sides in an effort to get a grip on himself.

“Strip.”

His Alpha bark zips across me like a whip, and my hands reach down to the elastic of my yoga pants, pushing them down my legs until they’re pooled at my feet.

“You’re not wearing any fucking underwear?” he growls softly.

I shrug, feigning nonchalance as I reach for my halter top, trying not to wonder if the guys have picked up on the strip tease taking place feet below where they’re sitting. “Why bother?”

The second it’s over my head, I fling it away, fully focused on the man in front of me.

He takes a deep breath in, his eyes briefly closing before he exhales. “I knew you would be perfect, but goddamn , Elle. You’re fucking stunning.”

His words have me preening. Apparently not all of my Omega senses are broken after all.

“What about you, Raff? You worried your brothers might see what you're packing in those shorts?” I goad him.

He simply smiles. “The only one who hasn’t seen my dick is your Beta, and he’s already fully aware it has an Elle-Only sign attached.”

He grips the back of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head, giving me my first glimpse of his tattoo-covered chest. They’re stunning in their simplicity, stark black lines without a centric theme surrounded by splashes of color. They illustrate the varied interests of a genuinely intriguing Alpha that smells so damn good I’m pretty sure my slick is starting to run down my thighs.

When his fingers dip into the band of his athletic shorts, I hold my breath. His dick falls out, long and incredibly hard as the material drops to the deck, his feet kicking them out of the way along with his boxers. There’s precum leaking from the tip, and I involuntarily lick my lips.

“I need your mouth on me, honey bear,” he rasps.

There’s no command in his tone, but I heed his words regardless. Closing the distance between us, I kneel before him. One of his calloused hands grips the side of my face, tipping my chin up until our eyes lock.

“Damn, I’ve waited years to see you staring up at me like this.” I expect him to guide my mouth to his dripping length, but his eyes dart up to the window, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Let’s show them what you can do.”

Gripping my chin, he turns my face toward the villa, where all three men are staring down at me from the second-story window. Their attention sparks a sudden inferno in my blood.

“Showtime, baby.” Raff guides my attention back to him, tugging my mouth forward.

The pool decking is rough under my knees, but I ignore it as my tongue sneaks out, licking the precum off his tip. He tastes of salt tinged with a hint of spice, and I can’t contain my hum of pleasure. With a growl, his patience snaps. He pulls me forward, forcing my lips to wrap around the fat head of his cock. He makes this sound in the back of his throat, and it’s like my body is burning alive with need as I take him in deep. Knowing my other guys are watching me pleasure their brother does something crazy in my head.

Withdrawing slightly, I find my rhythm, learning the things that draw sexy noises from his throat until I’m working him like a good little Omega should. His other hand comes up, fingers sliding into my hair until they’re fisted in the strands. There’s a slight sting, but it feels so fucking good to be used by this man that I simply tilt my head back a little more so he can slide in a little deeper.

“Fuck, Elle. Your mouth is heaven.”

When I glance up, his head is tilted back, the muscles in his forearms bulging. He looks big and intimidating, but he’s being so damn gentle with me. I don’t want that. Skimming my hands up the back of his thighs, I let my nails dig into the tight cheeks of his ass before I suck him down until I’m gagging around his head.

His snarl echoes through the open air seconds before his grip on my head gets tighter.

“Want me to fuck your face, honey bear? Just say so.” He roughly pulls me off his dick, leaving a string of saliva following my mouth.

“Yes, please, Alpha. Fuck my face.”

His eyes flash before darting to the window. “Get ready, baby. This isn’t going to be easy. Tap my leg twice if it’s too much.”

He doesn’t give me time to object, just guides me back onto his dick and thrusts forward until his knot is pressing against my lips. Then he pulls my head back and slams me forward again, hard . Tears are running down my face as he uses my throat like it’s his own personal pocket pussy, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Fuck! Watching those lips kiss my knot while feeling that throat squeeze my dick is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamn life. But I don’t want to come yet.”

Pulling my head back by my hair, his other hand grips my chin and forces my eyes to his.

“You’ve been such a good girl for your Alpha, honey bear. Now I’m gonna eat that fucking pussy until you come on my face.” He kisses me, his tongue harshly sweeping between my lips to tangle with mine for a few brief seconds before he pulls me back and forces me to stand. He turns us around so I’m facing the window, then takes my place. On his knees, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and dives in. My hands instinctively reach for his head for balance, my eyes rising to the window where the other three men watch with rapt fascination. I can’t see their expressions, but I can make out their hands sliding up and down inside their pants. They’re just as turned on by this as I am.

Raff’s tongue swipes through my slick, a heady growl vibrating against my clit as he sucks on the swollen bud.

“Fuck, you taste like orange creamsicle cake. My sweet tooth is in Heaven.”

He leans back in, nipping at my lips before sliding first one finger, then two, into my pussy. His tongue is learning every crack and groove, every spot that makes me moan incoherently as heat skirts up my spine. I can’t stop staring at the men above us, looking at each one, knowing they’re seeing me lose it for the man at my feet.

“Come for me, Elle,” Raff growls, and I don’t have time to take a breath.

My orgasm blasts through me, my fingers fisting in his hair to hold him against my pussy as it gushes with my release. The entire time I scan the window, watching hands pump faster. Nixon’s palm hits the glass as at least one of them no doubt comes with me.

I’ve barely come down from my high when Raff stands, lifting me into his arms and stepping down onto the underwater bench. The water is warm, moving against my hypersensitive skin in an erotic dance that has my desire spiking again. He sits, then he sets me in his lap, so my legs straddle his, his erection brushing through my swollen sex.

“Be a good Omega and ride your Alpha, Elliott.” The words that would usually have panic clawing at my throat draw a whine from my lips instead. “Take it, Elle. It’s yours.”

He guides my hips until they’re hovering over his dick but doesn’t push for more. He’s letting me decide whether I want to take this next step even though there’s only one possible choice.

I let my knees slide out on the bench until his tip spears into the tightness of my pussy. It’s not hard or fast or any of the million other ways I expected this to be with him. It’s slow, intentional, and it causes my heart to mend another crack that’s been there a while. When the swell of his nearly full knot starts to stretch me, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our foreheads together as my hips start to roll. It feels so goddamn good, with his cock thick and full inside me as his knot keeps pressure against the outer ring of my hole. The tease of what’s to come makes my hips swivel, grinding onto the luscious breadth of the part of Alpha anatomy I’ve been enthralled with for so long.

“You are so fucking gorgeous right now,” he whispers.

My fingers play with his hair. “I want your knot, Alpha. Can I have it?”

“You can have any part of me you want, Elliott. It’s already yours anyway.”

My breath catches, but he simply kisses me with an intensity that steals my thoughts, forcing me to focus on the man in my arms and the way he’s making me feel. Like I’m wanted. Needed.

He said he’s never asked me to be anyone other than who I am. Can it really be that simple?

“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmurs against my lips. “Take my knot, honey bear. Make us come.”

Pulling his mouth back to mine, I kiss him deeply, rising up just enough to have my pussy play against the fullness of his knot. Up and down in the shallowest of movements, never fully settling onto the bulge at his base, but stroking it with my body.

“Goddammit, Elle. I’ve never… You’re jacking my knot off with your tight little cunt, and it feels so fucking good.”

“Mmm. Does my Alpha like that?”

He leans back just enough that I catch the serious look in his blue eyes. “You have no idea how much.”

I gulp down a sarcastic reply. Whatever is happening here means more to both of us than my need to downplay just how much he’s affecting me.

Leaning forward, my lips brush against his ear.

“Then feel me stretch around you.” I slowly sink down further, letting his knot slip deeper. “Feel my body struggling against how fucking swollen you are for me.”

His fingers are gripping my hips so tightly I might have bruises, but they’ll just serve as a reminder of this moment with him.

“Elle…” he grunts, need making his voice hoarse.

“Want this fat knot locked inside my pussy, Alpha?”

“Take it, Elle. Take all of me.”

His lips smash into mine as I press down the last couple of inches. The pinch of pain makes me cry out against his mouth, but his arms wrap around my back and hold me to his chest as my body accepts the fullness of him. Immediately, I’m clamping down around him, my body going taut as my release barrels through me. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel the growing power of my orgasm. He roars against my mouth, his knot somehow managing to swell even more inside me. Just when I think I’ve reached the peak, his arms rock my body in his lap and my euphoria soars higher.

A tender kiss to my forehead brings me back to the real world, and I collapse in his arms with my face tucked into his neck.

“You were spectacular.” He nuzzles my hair, his scent going sweet.

“You were pretty amazing yourself,” I mutter against his damp skin.

“As soon as I can feel my legs, I’ll get us out of the pool.” He pulls back, staring down at me. “How do you feel about sharing a hammock for a little bit?”

There’s neediness slithering under my skin that I don’t want to analyze too closely, so I just nod. We sit like that for another minute, then, with impressive strength, he lifts us both out of the water. My legs wrap around him, our bodies still joined as he steps out of the pool and onto the deck. With sure strides, he carries us down toward the beach, his large hands on my ass. For a brief second, I’m worried that someone could walk by, but then he’s settling us into the soft cotton and snuggling me close to his chest.

The sun has almost sunk below the horizon, and the crash of the waves against the beach is a soothing sound that makes it feel like we’ve found our own little impervious bubble. Nothing can touch us here at this moment.

“Raff?”

“Yeah, honey bear?” The low gruffness of his voice has goosebumps breaking out across my arms.

I don’t want to ruin things, but now that I’ve opened myself up, I can admit just how amazing their pack is. I can’t lie to them or lead them on. They need to know the whole truth, so they can make a fully informed decision about any future they’ve thought of with me.

“You should know that I…” The words stall on my tongue.

His thumb and forefinger gently grip my chin and force my head back. “Anything you say is not going to change a thing about how we feel for you.”

“You say that now,” I mutter softly.

“Trust me.” He drops a sweet kiss on my lips. “Spill it, Elle, so we can move on with our future.”

“I don’t want kids. Ever. Pregnancy is a massive trigger for me. I decided years ago that it wasn’t something I was ever willing to attempt, which meant the potential for a pack was also not something I ever saw happening. I’ve gotten used to the idea of being alone.”

His fingers brush a wisp of hair off my cheek. “Is that why you fought this so hard?”

I nod, eyes still locked on his. “You deserve an Omega who’s willing to do what an Omega is literally born for.”

“Elle, I’ve already told you. We want you. Exactly as you are.”

“But don’t you all want kids?” My voice cracks on that last word.

“Omegas aren't meant to be anything more or less than they want to be. There's no ‘must’ when it comes to being an Omega, and especially not when it comes to being our omega. We want you. Any way you’ll let us have you.”

“But the others?—”

“They feel the same way I do. You’ll see.” He kisses my forehead. “Know right now that we’re yours. Period. End of story.”

Nerves are twisting my belly, but with every beat of his heart against my chest, I relax into his arms. At some point, the quiet of the night lulls me to sleep, hoping for things I never knew would be possible for me.