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TWENTY-FIVE

A PACK WHO SLAYS TOGETHER…

INDY

W ith a smile I couldn’t hide if I wanted to, I take a deep breath, and tilt my face toward the sky as a gentle breeze kicks up around me. My hair moves lightly against my neck, the loose strands following the wind through the opening of my hood, floating out in front of me in small waves. The sun has nearly set, painting the scenery in soft pinks and oranges, giving the entire yard a sense of warmth even at the end of February.

It’s so peaceful out here.

Peaceful, quiet, and easy.

And while I know, even from my limited time spent in this tiny little mountain town, Obsidian Falls is a diamond in the rough, and this place is truly my home.

I can actually say that now.

This town is my home, and I’m sharing it with people who love me the way I always hoped someone would.

The way my mother hoped I’d be loved.

I run my hands back and forth over the hay, watching the wispy clouds move lazily in the sky as my palms slide against the bail underneath me, trying to sear this feeling—just like all the rest—into my mind so I never, ever forget it.

Before now, my dreams only went as far as getting out of Harden Ranch, and finding people who would want to keep me, people who wouldn’t look at me like I was some chewed up piece of meat. I dreamt of living the life my mother always described, the one she was convinced I was supposed to have, and now that I truly believe I have it, my mind is free to wander to other things I didn’t dare even think about before.

Mainly, starting a family with the men I love.

I’m not ready for that, not when I’ve just bonded with my pack, and still need to find some sort of rhythm and routine with them. I want to get a job, even if it’s working with one of them in their shops, or maybe something small on my own. Like tinkering with things that need fixing, little mechanical objects that I can take apart and put back together in working order. Clay suggested it after I fixed one of his tattoo guns, and I think it’s something I could handle doing from the comfort and safety of our home.

I like the idea of working with them, though.

Seeing my mates every minute of every day, spending time with them outside of our house as well as in it. I like that a lot, and if I could do that, and contribute to our family, to this town that I’ve fallen in love with, I think I’d be able to really carve out the perfect little life for myself.

But I want to travel. I want to meet new people, and animals. I want to see all of them, every animal that I can lay my eyes on, and I want to go to places I’ve only ever read about in books. And I want to do all of it with Bramley, Nash, and Clay.

Everything that this life has to offer, I want to experience it with them.

And now that I’m happy, and safe, children are something I can finally see becoming a part of the big picture at some point. Down the road, in the future, but I find myself wanting that.

Which is another first for me, and it proves what my mom said such a long time ago.

The bonds we have the potential of experiencing here may be forced, but if they stick, it’s because they were meant to. When that happens, we need to embrace it. From those bonds, love can grow, and from that love, new life can flourish.

I didn’t really understand it at the time, I just assumed she was talking about how she was forced to bond with my father and since their connection was deeper than expected, they actually fell in love, and then she had me. To a degree, that is what she meant, but now? Now, I think my mother knew I wasn’t meant to stay at the ranch, not just in that hopeful parental way, and she was trying to tell me that when I found that love on my own, with people I bonded with because of it, that I’d naturally want so much more, and I needed to use everything inside of me to hang onto it when I did.

Mom knew, somewhere deep down, that I would get out, I would find my mates and fall in love, and I’d want to have a full and meaningful life in every way I could. A life that included the real desire to have children with them because of that love and those bonds, and not the other way around.

I really wish I could tell her she was right.

“Okay, pretty girl.” I turn to see Clayton open the door of the pole barn and hold it for me. “Your surprise is ready.”

He holds out his hand as I get to my feet but I pause when I’m fully facing him. “Are you… Is that blood?”

Clay looks down at his bare chest then meets my eyes with a shrug. “Castoff. I barely got to do anything yet.”

Frowning because I don’t know what the hell that means, I walk toward him, reaching for his outstretched hand, but I look him over from head to toe as I do because, surprise or not, if he’s hurt, I’m not going into that barn until he lets me take care of him.

“It’s not mine, baby,” he says as he laces our fingers, grinning before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Promise. None of it belongs to us, and I know you won’t mind it at all once you see what Bramley brought you.”

“Okay…” I arch a brow but follow him because I trust Clay, I trust all three of them with my entire existence, and I know he wouldn’t let me worry if any of them really were hurt.

No, Clayton would tell me no matter how much anxiety it gave me, and he’d do everything he could to help me calm down in the process.

Plus, it doesn’t smell like any of them, so I can confirm it even if I thought he was trying to bullshit me.

“God, do I love you.” He lifts our joined hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles while he leads me deeper into the barn. “I might not be quite as in tune as our alphas, but I think I’ve got you read like a book, Indigo Rae, and it does my little black heart good to know how much you love the three of us meatheads.”

Giggling, I give his hand a squeeze. “More than anything in the world.”

Clay chuckles as I repeat his words from earlier, shaking his head as if to say he has no idea how they got so lucky.

But I’m the lucky one, and while I know they have a better understanding of why I feel that way, I’m not sure they’ll ever fully understand how much they mean to me, or how fortunate I am to have the three of them in my life.

“You’re going to want to take this off.” He tugs the strings of Nash’s hoodie as he faces me. “Don’t want to get anything on it. I’m not sure we’d be able to get the scent out.”

More curious than I was before, I let Clayton pull my sweatshirt up over my head, relieved to feel heat pumping through the barn, then I laugh when he sighs at me.

“Yes, it’s Bram’s shirt. These are your pants, want me to lose them, too?”

“Absolutely,” Clay says without skipping a beat. “But I’m not sure you should be totally naked yet. Which is something I didn’t think I’d ever say to you, and I know I won’t be saying it ever again. That’s just wrong.”

I smile and shake my head, waiting for him to decide what I should do next since he obviously doesn’t want my surprise to ruin any of the clothing I’ve pilfered from them. For my sake, not his, and I love that. But it means I’ll be getting messy, and possibly stinky, so my curiosity is at an all time high.

“Hmm,” my beta mumbles as he looks around the room. I watch Clayton tap his chin, his brow furrowed in thought, then I can see the exact moment the lightbulb goes off. “Get undressed down to your panties and boots, I’ll be right back.” Then he gives me a quick kiss and takes off through another door.

Twenty minutes later, Clay has me blindfolded, dressed in a way I’m not sure is going to help anything, and he’s leading me to wherever my alphas, and surprise, are waiting.

“Bramley is going to pop an instant boner when he sees you.” I roll my eyes behind the silk but don’t say anything as he continues. “Nashy, too, for that matter. I have no idea which of them this thing belongs to, and seeing you in it is going to be enough for all the wood to be thrown.”

If he hadn’t popped an instant boner I’d be questioning that.

I feel a little ridiculous right now, but again, I trust my mates, and if Clay thinks this is how I should be dressed for whatever is on the other side of the barn, so be it.

Hanging onto one of his hands with both of mine, we cross the entirety of the pole barn, all the way to the one room I haven’t been inside of yet, and the closer we get, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

The same blood that’s spattered on my beta’s bare chest and neck.

Blood that smells oddly familiar.

I hear a door open and close as he tucks me behind him, guiding me through a doorway, then into an echoey room. Nash and Bram are in here, I’d know if they weren’t already waiting for me because those cinnamon and chamomile scents are growing with each step I take, and when Clay stops us in what sort of feels like it could be the middle of some wide open space, I’m blasted with both so strongly I can taste them on my tongue.

“Jesus,” Bramley grunts as Nash hisses, “Fuck me.”

“Told you so,” Clayton says smugly as he unties my blindfold. I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the light, and the first thing I see is his smile. “Instant. Boners.” Then he kisses me, makes sure the braid in my hair is tight, and steps to the side, exposing both of my alphas, who are, in fact, slightly aroused, and?—

“What the hell is he doing here?”

Bram and Nash both grin as Clay joins them in the middle of the room, my alphas looking the same as my beta; shirtless, spotted in blood, and proud as hell. The only difference is, Nash and Bram are wearing goggles and fingerless gloves. Which our beta pulls from his back pocket and dons himself.

“Surprise.” Clayton lifts his hands, laughing as he spreads his fingers, wagging them as he shakes his hands back and forth. Jazz hands are what he called them, but I have no idea why the hell he’s doing them right now.

Bramley watches me closely as I take a step in their direction, not moving, but his focus is completely on me. “After you told us everything you did about what happened to you in that hell hole, I wanted to do something for you, anything to help erase that time from your life.”

“So…” I continue toward them and the spotlight in the center of what I now see to be a huge empty space, and the only light is coming from the one dangling in the middle.

There is next to nothing in here; a shelf to the right, a long table next to that, but otherwise the room is empty save for the four of us, and my surprise. The walls and floor are lined with a clear plastic material, similar to the one I was rolled up in when I left the ranch, and the windows on this side of the building are fogged to a point of almost no visibility.

Which is when everything finally clicks.

Closing the gap between us, I stop directly in front of the gift my alpha is giving me, and as I tilt my head to the side so I can look at his face, a strange mixture of fear and control starts pumping through my veins.

“You brought me Hall?”

He didn’t just bring him to me, I can tell without asking any questions, Bramley hunted him for me.

Matthew Hall was hunted by my scent match, then beaten by my mates before they strung him up from the rafters of the pole barn, and they did it all for me. And the longer I stand here silently staring at his nude and bruised body, the more anxious those three become.

My eyes shift in their direction briefly as what feels like a rather devious grin slowly curves my lips. “You brought me Hall.”

The collective smile my mates give me, it’s enough to have my heart skipping a few beats, but this gesture, this act of love, unorthodox as it may be? I don’t think they know how much it means, what it means to have this perverse and cruel alpha completely at our mercy.

“Your mercy,” Bramley says as the three of them start to move, splitting up and heading in different directions, my match coming right toward me. “This perverse and cruel alpha is completely at your mercy, sweetheart, and even though we want to tear him apart with our bare hands and leave what’s left of him to rot for what he did to you,” he growls as he stops next to me, those icy eyes watching my every move. “This bastard has been the devil on your back, and it’s time for you to show him what fear really is.”

If this was any other scenario, if the absolute loves of my life had done literally anything else in such a grand gesture of love, I’d be an absolute mess, bawling uncontrollably, and thanking them until they were sick of the words.

Don’t get me wrong, that’s exactly how I feel, and I will most likely do both of those things later, when this is all said and done, but the surge of power Bramley’s words just gave me put all of that on the back burner for now.

Reaching behind me to tighten what I think is a butcher’s apron, I start to walk in a slow circle, taking in every inch of the man who was solely responsible for most of the terror I lived through, and nearly all of the horror that had me praying for death.

He looks the same.

Matthew Hall still has the same dark, pin-straight hair, cut in that short, spiky way he’s kept it for years. His eyes are still that muted brown, the murky hazel color that looks like dirty pond water after it rains. Hall’s olive toned skin is the same tone, covering the same defined muscles, and aside from the fresh bruises and cuts, I’m sure he could still manhandle me with ease, given the chance. He’s big, and imposing like always, with that hard edge that was always so unsettling because it didn’t look natural, and it doesn’t now as I see him clearly for what feels like the first time. Hall’s energy is no less menacing than it was before, no less scary, but this man is not the same one who terrified me for a total of five years out of thirty two spent at Harden Ranch.

This man, this sorry excuse for an alpha is pathetic.

He’s fragile, vulnerable, and the longer he hangs here, the closer I get as I make my way back in front of him, Matthew Hall stinks like fear.

And that might be my new favorite scent.

“I fucking love you,” Bram whispers as I stop at his side, leaning in to kiss my temple. He drags his lips aggressively against my cheek, then runs them along the side of my neck before he repeats the action as he moves behind me, only Bramley uses his cheek this time, and I somehow know, he’s scenting me.

“You’re goddamn right I am.” He growls and begins to purr at the same time. “Scenting you, marking you. I’m making sure this son of a bitch knows that you’re mine, that you’re ours because I want his last fucking thoughts to be consumed by the fact that as soon as you are done with him, he is going to die a death he still isn’t worthy of, and then your mates are going to fuck you in front of his mutilated corpse.”

Bram nips at my shoulder then steps behind me, giving me space to do whatever it is I need to do, and aside from the need to have each of my mates fill me up at the same time thanks to that little speech, I think I need to get a little revenge.

Or a lot, depending on definitions and all that.

Thinking for a few moments, I fold my arms against my chest and stare at the asshole in front of me who’s blinking wide eyes that quickly shift between mine. Hall is gagged, probably uncomfortably based on the set of his jaw, his arms are wrenched above his head and bound at the wrists. There’s a chain looped through the rope, and that’s what’s suspending him from the rafter but aside from that, and the wounds from whatever my boys did before I got here, he’s looking relatively unharmed.

I think I need to fix that.

“Nash?” I ask as he secures the chain to a hook in the floor. “Do you have your tools?”

He gives me a beautiful smile as he nods, pride beaming from those grass green eyes as he gets to his feet. “I do, honey. What did you have in mind?”

I don’t know the first thing about torturing anyone.

Sure, I was on the receiving end a lot, and there were a variety of ways it happened, but dishing out a punishment, or torturing someone because they wronged me is completely foreign.

I have a funny feeling these three men are well versed, however, and I’m not entirely sure what it says about me that I’m relieved by that.

Without another word from me, Bram and Clayton bring the table over to me, setting it up within my reach while Nash unrolls the cute little bundle of farrier tools he had on hand, spreading it out before me like a dinner menu.

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met?” I ask Hall, my back to him while I choose my weapon. “The very first words out of your disgusting mouth?”

I hear the chains move, some grunting and whimpering, then I hear that voice. The one I thought was going to haunt me until the day I died.

“You fucking bitch. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

Lifting my hand, I stop my alphas, Nash and Bramley growling, ready to clear the table and tear this man apart, and I can hear Clayton’s fist connect seconds before I turn around to face them.

The river of red running from Hall’s clearly broken nose has me smiling. “You said…” I walk up to Hall, but I ignore him for a moment, reach up to cup Clay’s cheek then run my thumb over his bottom lip. So possessive. “And I quote, ‘oh, this bitch is in for it. I’m going to tear her up good, and I don’t give a shit if she gets pregnant while I do it.’”

The massive wave of anger that surges through me, the rage I feel shoot through our bonds has me swaying on my feet, but they don’t act on it. No, my lovely men are waiting for me, allowing me to do this on my own terms, and that makes me fall a little more in love with them.

“You remember what happened next?”

Hall narrows his eyes on my face, ignoring the way I drop my hand from Clay and stick it in the pocket of my apron, in favor of still trying to scare me. Which he attempts to do by spitting his blood at me, then laughing like an idiot.

“Indy,” Bram growls from directly behind me. “We are not going to?—“

“Goggles, please.” I hold out my hand and wait, then smile over my shoulder when he gives me a pair. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He shakes his head, and looks a little like it might explode, but he lets me continue. Bram just doesn’t move from his spot while I do, and he signals for Nash to stand directly next to him like a cute little wall of alpha at my backside.

Once my protective eye gear is in place, I take the few steps left between Hall and I, then grin when he tries to back out of my reach.

“You forced my mouth open,” I say as I grip his cheeks and allow my nails to dig into his flesh, drawing blood just before his jaw drops. “You traced my lips with your dick.” I do the same with the nippers, the first of the tools I want to use on this piece of human waste, my smile widening when the smell of his fear spikes. “Then you shoved it down my throat so hard I almost choked on my tongue.”

I don’t pay any attention to the way his teeth crack against the metal as I forcefully shove the nippers into his mouth, the alpha gagging as it hits the back of his throat. I ignore his front teeth as they drop to the floor as I twist the tool, holding his jaw firmly while I dig for just the right angle.

When Hall starts to fight, moving his body back and forth in order to try to wiggle away, I once again, don’t have to say anything, my mates just know what I need.

Clayton grabs the alpha by the jaw and hair, holding his head still as Nash comes around to level the chain, taking hold of Hall while he does it so he can’t move anymore, and Bramley steps in close, pressing his front to my back as he slides his hands down my arms until they’re covering my own.

“The first time is always tricky,” he whispers. “A quick movement works best, that way you don’t have to cut over and over. Don’t want to get tired early on.”

Following his advice, I brace myself, my eyes moving between Nash and Clay as I quickly clamp the nippers on Hall’s tongue, and smile proudly as it goes right through the muscle.

“Perfect,” Nash says, so much goddamn pride in his voice. “That was beautiful, honey.”

“Agreed.” Clayton nods, smiling wide as he looks at Hall in time to see him cough and gurgle up a mouthful of blood. “You are beautiful perfection.”

Should I be blushing right now? It seems a little inappropriate, considering Hall just tried to scream and his tongue flopped out onto the floor. I can’t really help it, though. I think these men are going to make me blush and swoon until I’m senile. So, torture and murder are no exception.

Tucking the nippers back into my pocket, I go for the other tool I grabbed, one I intend to use a couple of ways, depending on how long the alpha lasts.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” I turn the long skinny piece of metal over in my hand, my eyes never leaving his face as I hold it out between us. “What they use it for?”

He stares, unblinking, his eyes wide in terror, Clay squeezing his cheeks hard enough to force the bloody stump of his tongue out between his blistered lips, and I can’t help but grin.

He looks terrified.

“Didn’t you have horses, Matthew?” My stare shifts to Nash briefly, giving my sweet alpha a silent command, a quiet request that he follows seamlessly.

He takes hold of Hall’s arm just above and below the elbow, his hands gripping tightly and when I give him a sharp nod, Nash snaps the joint like a twig. I don’t know if it’s delirium or shock, but Hall doesn’t scream, and that’s pretty obnoxious.

Although, I didn’t, not once over the years when he would relentlessly torture me, when he’d rape me just because he could.

My anger flares at that, spiking in a way that has my gaze swinging to Clayton, and I’m grateful that he was a step ahead of me because the second I look into those dark honey-colored eyes, he does the same to Hall’s other elbow.

Thank you.

“We do, don’t we my loves?” My sweet alpha and beta resume holding this bastard still, keeping him in place even while he starts to nod in and out of consciousness. “See, everyone in West Virginia has horses.”

God, this is good.

Probably too good because I can smell my slick already, and that’s another thing I should probably be concerned about, but I’m not. It actually doesn’t move my meter at all that I’m turned on by this, solely because my mates are encouraging it, they’re supporting it, and they’re doing it because they love me enough to make sure I can deal with my trauma in one way or another.

“They call it floating teeth,” I say as I step closer, watching the way Hall’s head tries to loll against Clayton’s grip.

He leans forward over the alpha’s shoulder, forcing his mouth open wider as he pulls on his jaw. “They usually have a twitch and it goes right here”—he taps his nose with the tip of his finger—“to keep the focus off their mouth, and we don’t have one of those, but Nashy is a pro, he can come up with the next best thing.”

As soon as the words leave my beta’s lips, Nash shoves a hook into Hall’s back, the metal forcing its way through flesh and muscle with a wet scrape, nicking bones with audible pops and hisses. Every inch of his body goes tense; his back arches, his toes point toward the floor, and the veins in his neck bulge.

But he doesn’t scream.

I’m starting to wonder if he can’t.

Oh well.

It’s less fun that way, I imagine, but I’m still getting what I need from this.

A few tears slide down Hall’s face as I smack the float rasp against my palm. “Sometimes they even have to use a bit.”

“I’ve got you, honey.” Bramley walks around me, standing a little to my left before he waits for my okay.

Which I give almost immediately. “We don’t have one of those, either.”

Bram takes his Bowie knife and pushes the blade into this fucker’s mouth, Clay giggling at his right, Nash angling his head while he leans forward to get a better look from the left. And the three of us watch on bated breath as our alpha carves out Hall’s cheeks, flipping chunks of fatty tissue and hair covered skin onto the floor at our feet. Each piece hits with a squishy little plop and when Bram is through, he shoves his fingers between the guards jaws and forces his mouth open wide before he rams the hilt of the knife into it.

Hurts, doesn’t it?

Those words come racing to the front of my mind, bringing with it the images from that party, the reflection of this terrible alpha and what he did to me so clear it’s like I’m living it all over again. And when he was done, when everyone had left, and I was still strapped to the table, waiting for my mother to come get me, this son of a bitch leaned in and whispered that in my ear.

Not any more.

This man, this sorry excuse for an alpha, he doesn’t have any control over me anymore. He’s not going to take up space in my head, he isn’t going to live in my nightmares or haunt my dreams. Matthew Hall can’t make me feel small and worthless, can’t scare me into doing whatever he wants so I don’t get killed. This disgusting bastard has absolutely no power over me. It’s because my mates helped me see that neither him, nor anyone else, will ever hold power over me again. I’m the one in control, and there isn’t anything he can do now to stop me.

So, when Hall starts coughing, when his body starts to shake and convulse, I reach out and grab his dick, squeezing hard enough to get his attention and refocus it on me.

“Hurts, doesn’t it, Hall?” I point the float at the head and wait for him to look me in the eye. And when he does, I grin like the omega I was always meant to be. “I’m not going to kill you, Matthew.” God, he’s a fucking mess. “I’m not going to kill you.” His brow furrows, the question he can’t ask obvious in those fading eyes. “No, I’m going to let my mates do that, because I want them to be happy, and killing you will make them happy. I want these three wonderful men to do whatever they need to do to avenge me, and I want to watch because you can bet your ass I will be fucking my mates when it’s all said and done, so I’m considering this an aggressive type of foreplay. The kind where rapists get what’s coming to them, and murderers are the heroes. That’s my fairytale, Hall, and there is no fucking room for you to play the villain in it any longer.”

The float moves against the flaccid head of his dick like a knife through butter, scraping against his skin, shredding it like I’m putting it through a cheese grater. Back and forth, up and down, I use the float on him like a nail file, sanding away until I finally get what I need in this exact moment.

With wide, bloodshot eyes, Hall tips his head back and lets out an almost spectral scream, wailing in pain until I’ve worn his dick down to the knot, and the bastard passes out in pain.

Then, and only then, is when I realize I’ve been crying, and while these tears aren’t ones of sadness or fear, they’re full of anger and hate, and my mates abandon their posts in order to hold me because I might have control back, but I need their strength to maintain it. And these three beautiful men know that without any of us speaking a word.

Rubbing my thighs together in order to ease the ache, I squirm in my seat, sitting on the table full of bloody tools while I watch Bram and Clay finish cutting Hall into pieces while Nash loads what he can into a cooler that looks like a coffin.

“Indy,” Bramley grunts, his back to me while he works. “I’m trying very hard to finish doing this so you can get what you want, but if you keep perfuming?—“

“I’m not trying to,” I say with a smile. I’m really not trying to, but, after watching them continue to torture Hall, then kill him, just because he was terrible to me, well, it has me feeling a lot of things, and horny is one of them.

Clay glances my way as he finishes sawing through a hip joint. “I, for one, think it’s lovely that our omega can overpower any and all scents, including death, just by being all achy and needy for us. Her pussy is better than any air freshener in the history of the world.”

Cracking up at that, I shake my head and lean back on my hands. “While I’m not entirely sure how I feel about being compared to an air freshener, I will agree that I am very achy and needy for you.”

“Fuck,” Nash huffs as the cooler slams closed with a thud. “I almost took my goddamn finger off.”

“Such skilled fingers, too. I’d hate for you to lose any of them.” He looks my way as I let my legs fall open under the apron, giving up my battle to stop the inevitable. Especially when those emerald green eyes narrow on my face before dropping to my lap.

“Bramley.” Nash gets to his feet and starts wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’m gonna fuck her. I’m gonna do it right now if she keeps this up.”

“Wait,” our alpha barks for the hundredth time, his shoulders bunched to his ears as he works on a thigh. “Just fucking wait.”

He’s been saying that for the last hour but I think if any of us have to wait any longer, someone is going to explode, and it might just be me. Either that, or I’m going to slide right off this table, across the room, and aim for the first dick in my path because there is a fucking puddle of slick the size of a swimming pool under my butt and I am not the least bit embarrassed to admit it.

It’s also why I keep poking the three bears.

“Did you know I took my panties off about a half hour ago.”

The sound of metal hitting the floor, clanging against the cement is the only sound I hear as all three of them freeze, and I think I might have finally won.

“Off.”

I look up to see Bram turn slowly, his hands already working his belt free as Nash and Clay follow suit.

Oh boy.

I might have bitten off more than I can chew.

Each of them is a handful on their own, and while I’ve gotten pretty familiar with who they are individually, I’m still learning to navigate the three of them together. Like, learning on the job because Bramley and I bonded only a few hours ago, and that’s where my experience with the three of them together really starts.

But I asked for this—in more than one way—so now I’m going to have to just settle for having my cake while I eat it, too.

Tilting my head to the side, I start swinging my legs back and forth, grinning like I’m not in so much trouble for provoking my mates. “The table?”

Bramley growls, stalking toward me as Nash closes in from my left, and Clayton begins blocking my right.

“Off,” he grunts again. “Now, Indigo.”

“Fine,” I say with a sigh, not the least bit put out.

Reaching behind me, I don’t take my eyes off of them, undoing the strips around my waist as Bram pulls his belt through the loops and snaps it. Heat floods my pussy at that, my slick practically gushing, and once I have the tie around my neck undone, I practically throw that apron across the room, open my legs as wide as I can, and just wait to see who gets to my pussy first.

Which, of course, backfires.

A beautiful, terrifying grin splits Bram’s maskless face as he drops his pants, his cock hard as stone and standing tall but instead of giving it to me, he does something else that makes me ache.

With one look, Nash and Clay are totally naked, and with another, they finish removing our alpha’s boots and jeans, then drop to their knees in front of him.

Bramley grunts as they each lick up one side of his cock, starting at his balls and ending at the swollen head. Nash grabs Clayton’s neck when they reach the end, kissing him deeply. I can’t tell if they’re kissing each other or Bramley’s dick, and frankly I don’t care because it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Considering the only hot things I’ve seen have been with these men, that’s saying a lot.

But it only gets better when Clayton and Nash start sucking Bram’s cock together, alternating between his balls and knot, and his shaft, all while they start to jerk themselves off. And our big, broody alpha, he stands there with his hand buried in their hair and watches me the entire time.

Fine.

Two can play at this game.

I’ve never masturbated before, constant terror pretty much kills the mood for self love, but I know how to do it, so I’m going to do it now, and not just because I might die if I don’t.

Propping the heels of my boots on the edge of the table, I lean heavily onto my left hand while I slide my right one between my legs. Bramley’s eyes flare as I slowly move my hand, splitting my index and middle fingers as I push down around my lips, my hand covered in slick from one simple touch. I do it again, spreading my pussy with my fingers, showing my match what the three of them do to me, and as he aggressively pushes his cock into Nash’s mouth, I shove three fingers inside me and start to pump.

Oh god.

Oh my god, I am so incredibly wet, my slick is thick and sticky, and practically gushing out of me, so I use what’s on my palm to rub my clit while I push a fourth finger inside and start fucking myself faster than intended. I gasp as I move quickly, rubbing in time with Bramley’s hips, and when my hand isn’t quite working the way I need it to, I pull my fingers from my core and start circling my clit the way my alpha did with his tongue.

Thinking about that was a huge mistake, though, because the second I do, I feel my orgasm coil low in my belly, and since I’m sure he can practically see it happen, that’s when he decides he’s had enough.

“Enough,” Bram barks, then groans low in his throat as Nash releases him with a pop. “Fucking bratty omega.”

Then they’re on me.

Clayton is between my legs, eating my pussy like I’m very literally the only thing keeping him alive, Nash has one of my nipples between his lips while he pinches and twists the other, and Bramley has a firm but gentle grip on my chin, those icy blues boring into me.

“Open,” he grunts, and I do. Without hesitation, I let my jaw fall open, gasping as Clay adds nearly his entire hand to my core, Nash biting my breast when he does.

Bramley takes the opportunity that presents, his eyes moving between mine as he seemingly gathers his spit, then he leans over me, waiting for me to stop him or close my mouth, but instead, I stick my tongue out and wait.

“Fuck,” he moans after he spits in my mouth and watches me swallow. “The way you know exactly what to do.” Bram shakes his head before he kisses me hard, then looks me in the eye again. “What do I want now, omega?”

Frankly, I don’t really care, because I know what I want, and I will do damn near anything to make that happen.

I grab Nash and pull him to me for a kiss as soon as Bramley backs up, sucking on my sweet alpha’s lip, licking at the inside of his mouth before he backs up, too. Clay sucks on my clit before I can get his attention, my body jerking forward, my fingers burying in his hair and pulling him closer to my pussy as I roll my hips.

Which is exactly when he stops.

For a moment, I’m awe struck, staring at these beautiful naked men, stroking their cocks while they look at me, their eyes full of love even while they bounce between my face and my core.

This is perfect.

But it’s not what I need.

So I hop off the table, shove Bramley to the other side of it where there’s less blood, then put him on his back and make him wait. I take Nash and Clay by the hand, pulling them toward Bram, and it takes hardly any effort at all to get them down on the floor with us.

“Oh, I think I know what she wants.” Clayton grins, slowly pumping his cock as he watches me turn around. “Yeah. Fuck yeah, I know exactly what this pretty girl wants, and we are some lucky motherfuckers for it.”

I can feel them both staring as I climb over Bram, my back to them, a knee on either side of his hips as I fist his cock just above his knot. Bracing myself against his chest with my free hand, I line him up with my entrance, running the swollen tip through my folds before I slowly sink down onto him. Bramley groans when I slip over his knot, then he growls when I move all the way up, pulling his dick out as I do.

“Indy, if you don’t?—“

“Nash,” I whimper, my pussy so empty, the need to be filled growing stronger the more I tease myself to the edge. “Please, Nash, I—oh!” I lurch forward as he slams inside of me, my eyes rolling up into my head, Bramley taking full advantage of the position by pulling one of nipples into his mouth when Nash pulls almost all the way out before slamming in again.

Then I stop him, too, both alphas irritated and horny as hell, and I don’t have to say a word to Clayton before I feel him push inside my pussy and hold himself there.

“Heaven,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “This is heaven.”

I smile down at Bram as he rolls his eyes then he smirks when Clay pulls out and it makes me whine.

“Edging yourself to the point of pain, sweetheart?”

I glare down at him as I grab his dick, then I slam myself down until I swear I’m choking on it.

“Point taken,” he pants, then says what I’m thinking and can’t quite say. “She wants us boys, and we need to keep our omega happy.”

I feel Nash push against my entrance, the head of his cock slipping inside my pussy, sliding in with ease and once he and Bramley are both buried nearly knot deep, it takes everything I have to wait for Clayton before I start rocking my hips.

“Jesus,” he moans as the tip of his dick easily pushes into my ass. “Holy fuck, I, I am not going to last like this.”

Me either.

I am so incredibly full, fuller than I have ever been, and that is exactly why I randomly blurt, “Next time I go into heat, I want this. Oh my god, I want this all the time.”

All three of them give me nothing but breathy chuckles in return, and they quickly turn into a lot of moaning and cussing as I start to move.

Rocking forward slowly, I dip my chin and kiss Bramley, smiling against his lips as he grunts. This position and the way their thick cocks are pushing against me, the way they’re moving and sliding against each other, it has my clit rubbing against his pelvis and I know it’s going to be a matter of minutes before I’m coming so hard I go blind.

I start to pick up my pace, whining and moaning, chanting their names as I move faster, all three of them sliding in and out of me with ease. Nash and Bramley are even able to push their knots inside my pussy with little resistance, but I can feel them start to swell against me, and that will push me right over the edge.

Or so I thought.

Instead, all it takes is Nash’s hand in my hair, pulling my head back, Bram’s hand on my throat, squeezing just enough to hit both bite marks, and Clayton pushing two fingers inside my ass right along with his dick.

I scream out my release then, the uncontrollable amount of slick pouring out of me as I come, every muscle in my body tensing and contracting so hard I can’t even move. Even while my mates take over, fucking me through the most intense orgasm I’ve had so far, one coherent thought runs through my head and flies right out of my mouth.

“Oh my god, Clay, fuck, Clayton I have to bite you.”

Then I’m moving.

Bramley sits us up as Nash and Clay pull out, spinning me around to face them before bringing me back down on his cock. Our beta gets on his knees in front of me, kissing me hard and deep while he cups my cheeks. Then I’m almost growling like an animal when I watch him lean back, spit on his cock then shove it up into my pussy with Bram.

“Do it, pretty girl,” he moans, giving me his throat opposite of what I know to be Nash’s mark. “Make me yours, bond us all.”

So I do.

I bite into his throat on instinct only, he and Bram fucking me faster and harder as I do, and my hand shoots out, searching for Nash, who eagerly pushes his cock into my palm.

Clay’s blood fills my mouth, the coppery tang layered in something sweet, only releasing him when my instincts tell me to.

“Gonna come, sweetheart,” Bram grunts behind me as I kiss our beta again. “Need to. We all do.”

He’s right, I can feel it, the way all three of them are fighting their climaxes for me. And since I’ve been coming basically forever, it’s only right at this point.

I lean toward Nash, taking his cock in my mouth, sucking hard while Clay pulls out and I immediately wrap my hand around his and pump wildly. I alternate between them until I feel Bram’s knot swell inside of me, holding me in place while he explodes, which is when my sweet alpha and beta both move in front of me, taking over working their cocks while I open my mouth and wait for them to come.

“Fuck,” Clayton says with a sigh as he sits back on his heels after what has got to be an eternity. “Now that, that is a beautiful sight.”

I look down my body, Nash and Clay’s cum all over my chin and chest, my beta’s blood mixing with it into a pinkish color, further until I’m staring between my legs where Bram is still buried knot deep despite the massive amount of his cum spilling out over it.

My beta is right.

Everything about this is beautiful, from the body parts across the room, to the buckets of cum I’m covered in. This is my life, and I love everything about it.

And I will destroy anyone who tries to take it away from me.