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When I finally released Enzo’s hand, another was offered out, but with much less confidence. I follow the arm up to Aidan’s face, his pale face now sporting two pink dots on his cheeks, making him look much younger and even more vulnerable.
“I—” Aidan swallowed, looking so nervous I wanted to cuddle him up and protect him from whatever was making him act this way. “I didn’t know you’d like a taste. There’s only a little.”
Realizing I was the reason for Aidan’s tension, I made sure to say, “Thank you, Addie.” I found every drop of cum on his hand and licked it off, humming my pleasure around his fingers.
With all three of my alphas around me, even if only Jen was physically touching me—letting me rest against him as if he was a pillow while allowing his knot to go down—I felt safe. And just like last time, I fell asleep from sexual exhaustion.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I woke up to the glorious scents of all three alphas nearby. My body was still using Jen as a bed but the rhythmic rise and fall told me he wasn’t struggling to breathe, so that was good. Jen’s chest didn’t have as much hair as Enzo’s, but it was enough that I was able to run my fingers through it while I let my body and mind continue its wake-up process.
When I was finally ready to make demands for coffee, I realized the alphas were in the middle of a conversation about what happened at the dorm building. Not exactly a pleasant topic to wake up to.
“She shouldn’t go back there,” Aidan complained. “She might have gone under the radar before, but everyone’s going to be able to smell the difference with her.”
That had me sitting up so quickly the room spun. I had to close my eyes, but I still managed to get the words out. “My scent’s changed?”
“Relax, little bear.” Jen sat up and pulled my head down to rest on his shoulder, letting me inhale his fresh laundry scent, no longer aroused, but now comforting and very pleased. His hands started rubbing up and down my bare back, making me acutely aware none of us had put any clothes on yet. If I wasn’t seconds away from panicking, too much of my focus would be directed to all the exposed, naked males in my nest. “Aidan just meant you smell of us. It’s expected when you spend so much time with mates. Totally normal, even for a beta.”
“Well, normal for any betas that get bonded,” Aidan added. Both Enzo and Jen glared at their packmate, but Aidan didn’t wither from the looks. “There’s no point in mincing words. She’s going to hear worse at the academy no matter how closely we attach ourselves to her side like fucking fungus.”
Jen’s hands tightened around me before letting go when I shook my back, requesting he keep rubbing. He resumed the careful glide of his fingers, despite the huff of annoyance, which I thought he meant for Aidan.
Jen’s scent didn’t change in any negative way, which I would definitely take credit for keeping happy. Of course, if we kept talking about the potential people who would scoff at our relationship, I imagined all my alphas’ scents would turn bitter.
Although thinking about telling others the truth … they’d still scoff with having an omega at the academy. There was no winning in this situation if I was determined to keep going to school. And I was.
Hannah was the exception to the rule. Her alphas were powerful enough, or maybe had enough money—although that was basically the same thing—or had the right friends to bypass the rules of higher education to allow an omega to take classes. Hell, maybe Hannah was posing as a beta in her online classes. But either way, she was a special case, and I didn’t have the same options as her if I got kicked out of Braker.
I wasn’t sure why I’d always been determined to see this through. At any point I could’ve turned myself in to the Omega Compound for an easy life of being pampered. I was always resigned to doing so when I was ready to start a family—
Oh shit.
A family. I was nowhere near ready to start forming one of those. With my alphas? Sure. Creating little ones, that was a hard pass. Even if the thought of a baby with the features of any of my alphas had my ovaries squeezing painfully with anticipation.
“You okay, Koda?” Jen asked.
“Perfect,” I croaked out. The looks on my alphas’ faces told me they weren’t believing me, but there was no way I was going to admit I’d imagined our pack with children. So, instead, I said, “I know you all are worried about what everyone is going to say, but there’s no way to come up with every response. Good or bad, we will have to deal with it. We need to focus on the things we can actually control.”
I looked at all my alphas in turn, making sure each one nodded in agreement before I clapped my hands, ending the discussion. “Good. Now I need coffee.”
Aidan and Jen seem shocked, but Enzo smiled. “Una ragazza secondo il mio cuore.”
I wasn’t sure what he said, but the words were enough to excite my body, sending goosebumps along my skin. Logically, I knew he was bilingual. His nickname for me and his accent was enough of a hint, but he’d never spoken in anything besides English before. I liked it, this other language. The cadence of the words flowed better. I liked the deeper tenor he used, even the mystery surrounding the words.
My thighs squeezed together, trying to hide the evidence of slick forming, only to be blocked by Jen’s body. Without any clothes on—and my legs obscenely spread by Jen’s hips—any hint of arousal was scented by my alphas. And while having another round with Jen was intriguing … I needed more fuel in me.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“C’mon,” Enzo said, standing and stretching, letting his cock bob at my eye level only an arm’s length away.
More slick rushed to my pussy, but I ignored it, reaching for Enzo’s outstretched hand. My legs were shaky and weak from being bent and spread for so long. Standing in the line of sight of three alphas, all looking up and down my body, did nothing to calm my heating skin.
But then my stomach growled, and it was like all the arousal disappeared from their scents.
“Maybe more than just coffee, huh, Orsetta? I’ll make us lunch,” Enzo said. The idea of a homecooked meal—or really just any food at all—was enough to have me nodding eagerly. I’d gone to restaurants on occasion, but my diet usually existed on cafeteria food and coffee.
Enzo and I headed to the kitchen, where he lifted me up and set me down on the cold island countertop. A shiver ran through my body, pebbling my nipples. That little fact wasn’t missed by Enzo who smiled but surprisingly didn’t touch me, despite the physical evidence he was turned on too.