Page 36 of For What It's Worth
“What do you say, Orsetta?” Enzo whispered.
I closed my eyes, unable to handle all the stimulation now that words were being thrown into the ring. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I gasped for breath. “Please, more.”
Jenson groaned like my pleas hurt him, and my eyes opened to watch the sound leave his lips. He still hadn’t moved to touch me yet. The small kernel of hurt I hadn’t let myself acknowledge before grew without permission. Why didn’t my arousal pull him in? Did he not like the scent of my slick? And, even if my scent hadn’t pleased him, shouldn’t just the notion of his packmates pleasuring a single female have made him jealous enough to want to join in? Not that I wanted him simply out of jealousy, but I was starting to feel desperate.
My internal worries were trying to distract me. Whether or not Enzo noticed didn’t seem to matter because he was still stroking my slit, refusing to push his finger exactly where I wanted him. He gathered the wetness pouring out of me, pressing harder on my clit. My hips bucked wildly. Enzo did it again and again, circling my clit and pressing down harder with each turn as my hands searched for purchase on something—anything.
I’d never been this aroused in my entire life, and I hadn’t even reached my own climax yet. I knew I wouldn’t until all three alphas were touching me. It wasn’t about being coy or having the strength to deny my orgasm. Every instinct in my body refused to climax until I was touched by all members of this pack. But the knowledge didn’t help cool off the heat scorching my every nerve. On the contrary, it was like my very molecules rioted at the understanding, ratcheting up my arousal, trying to force Jenson into joining us. Into touching me.
Enzo finally stopped playing with my clit and shoved a finger inside me. My entire focus went to that single intrusion, my inner walls tightening, trying to keep him in there, but my body screamed that I needed more. Something bigger, stronger, and longer. I was gasping for air, struggling to breathe, but the need to come was more important than inhaling oxygen.
“Cazzo,” Enzo growled. “She’s sucking me in.”
He barely pulled his first finger out before shoving in another. My back bowed from the tension, sweat dripping down my forehead. I felt like screaming in frustration. It was all too much. With Enzo’s fingers still inside me, the heel of his hand pressed into my swollen clit, I couldn’t hold back my scream.
“Frustrated, Koda bear?” Aidan taunted before licking up the center between my breasts.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” I asked between breaths. My body felt like I’d run a marathon, but there was still no finish line in sight.
When I glanced over at Jenson, he had his hand on his crotch, squeezing his dick through his sweats like he was trying to hold himself off. I growled at him, hoping to get his attention and demand his response. Keeping himself away from me wasn’t just breaking my heart, it was forcing my climax higher and higher to the point of nearing pain.
Jenson immediately growled back, his voice full of possessiveness and arousal but so much dominance. All it did was flood my pussy with more slick. I hadn’t known I could produce so much—especially from a single growl—in a single sexual experience.
“Please, I can’t—” My words were cut off in my throat like someone turned the tap off the sink when Jenson finally moved closer. I watched him over Aidan’s head, as the blond alpha bit and sucked his claims all over my chest. “Jen. I need you. Please.”
My legs were shaking with tension around Aidan, my back slipping along Enzo with sweat, my core trying to get satisfaction from only two fingers, but it was just out of reach.
But Jen moved closer, pulling my hands away from their grip on Enzo’s forearms. He took one hand and shoved my middle finger into his mouth. He let his tongue run over the pad of my finger and gently bit the tip. If my core was a bonfire, Jen would be gasoline thrown on. I didn’t know if I was screaming in frustration, pleasure, or pain. Jen’s fresh scent allowed me to take a clean breath—for what seemed like the first time—in the midst of chaos.
Taking my finger out of his mouth, he blew cool air on the wetness, and my core tightened to the point of pain around Enzo’s fingers. I wasn’t sure if there were two or three inside me, but I knew it wasn’t enough.
“Are you paying attention, Koda?”
The words drew my attention even as the touches refused to stop. Jen. Jen was talking to me.
I couldn’t get words out, but I managed a simple shake of my head—no.
“Listen carefully. I’m going to take the pain away. I’m going to touch you, Koda, but I need you to do something for me first. Are you listening?”
I nodded. Anything. Yes.
“I want to claim you, Koda. We all do. And we know it’s too soon for all three of us, so I’ll be first. We already know you’re the omega we want. Hell, before we knew you were an omega, we wanted you. But I need to claim you. I won’t be able to touch you without doing so.”
The relentless touches were too much of a distraction to get my thoughts in order. All I could focus on was a promise of his touch and surely, if I didn’t get it soon, I’d die. Or burst. Or cry hysterically.
I nodded. “Please, alpha.”
But still, Jenson denied me release. Shaking his head, he said, “I need you to say it, Koda. I need the words, and then I will make you come. I promise. You held yourself back from us before because you didn’t want to admit you’re an omega. Because you were intent on denying a side of yourself. But we want to convince you to let us be alphas to both your beta and omega side. We don’t care how you perfume. We’ll share your beta side just as we will your omega.”
My beta side was conflicted. She had spent our life in control, but the pheromones were too strong for even her to fight. Now was my turn for control, and I was going to get us a pack. A family.
I did my best to speak, to try and explain, but Enzo moved his fingers in such a way that distracted me. My mouth was open, but no sound seemed to come out.
Hands cupped my cheeks and then I was staring into brown eyes so dark the division between the brown and black was almost imperceptible. Jen’s forehead pressed against mine and I closed my eyes. I could feel how close his lips were with his every breath. And then his nearness was gone. His lips pressed against my neck in a gentle kiss, and then again near my collarbone.