Page 66 of Shattered Trinket
And gods, their constant attention has ensured that I always feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. They’ve made this entire experience unforgettable, with each passing day deepening my understanding of Ripley’s excitement. Without the pain, everything feels amazing and heightened, and I’ve never felt as good as I have through this entire heat.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, but the minute I do, Micah works his knot into me, and blinding white bliss has me screaming. Between his knot stimulating something deep inside of me that takes my breath away and Jeremiah strumming my clit while nibbling on my oversensitive nipples, I can feel the copious amounts of slick that pour out of me in waves. If I were more coherent, I’d be mortified, but as it stands, right now I just don’t care.
I fall flat the minute Jeremiah moves out from beneath me, Micah’s weight resting gingerly against my back, making me feel utterly safe. I’m able to just barely catch my breath before I’m squirming beneath him, bucking my hips as I search for more. A needy whimper falls from my lips as Micah grunts, falling to the side and turning me with him. I reach for Jeremiah and he’s there immediately, pressing the front of his body to mine. My hard nipples rub against his warm chest, and I try to get closer, Micah’s knot tugging at my opening and making us both groan.
My hand reaches down, wrapping around his pierced length and stroking it, wishing for maybe the hundredth time this heat that he’d bring it close to my mouth. I’m not experienced in blow jobs, but something deep inside of me yearns to taste them, yet they’ve both kept me at bay anytime I’ve tried. It’s frustrating, but anytime I’ve attempted to complain, they’ve both shut me up with their touches, kisses, and more. It’s hard to complain when your body is awash in liquid heat and your veins are alight with pure, unending pleasure.
Jeremiah licks and sucks his way down my neck and across my chest, wiggling further down and kisses his way down my belly until he reaches the apex of my thighs where I’m still connected to Micah. I moan when his tongue makes contact with my clit, my eyes squeezing shut as he spreads my legs as wide as he can in this position. His chest rumbles with a pleasurable purr as he gets an eye full of my stretched opening wrapped tight around Micah’s knot.
His lips wrap around the puffy, abused nub, and I clench around Micah until he’s circling his hips against me, his knot rubbing against my walls and making my eyes cross. When I come again, my body falls slack, completely satisfied for the first time in days. I moan, rubbing my cheek against the blanket closest to me as I fall asleep with a content sigh.
The next time I wake, I’m between Jeremiah and Micah in the tub in my bathroom. I hum, relaxing back against Micah as I let the hot water soothe my muscles while Jeremiah massages bath oils into my skin. As he washes me, Micah washes my hair, and I just sit there, letting the both of them pamper me.
There’s no embarrassment as the fog of the heat finally lifts and I become coherent again. No shyness or worry. Just pure adoration and complete satisfaction.
Micah’s fingers dig into my scalp as he cleans my hair while Jeremiah’s dig into my overused muscles until I’m nothing but a limp noodle between the two of them. Once I’m completely clean, Jeremiah climbs out and lifts me out, wrapping a towel around me and drying me off as I struggle to keep myself upright and my eyes open. The water sloshes against the tub’s side when Micah climbs out, reaching in to drain the tub as he wraps a towel around his waist.
With my body and hair mostly dry, Jeremiah picks me up and carries me to my room, gently laying me in the center of my bed, tucking the sheet and comforter around me before climbing inbehind me. Micah appears a few moments later, climbing in and pressing himself to my front until I’m sandwiched between the two men, and they both kiss my head, nuzzling against me.
And then we sleep, all of us together, and when I wake again, they’re both still there. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips as I lay there watching them sleep.
I survived my first heat, and now that I know exactly what to expect, I can’t wait for the next time when I have all of my alphas with me.
Twenty-Five
Cozette
Nerves threaten to send me fleeing back into my nest, where I spent the last four days with Micah and Jeremiah, everything inside of me screaming for the safety and security of the space that smells like me. Likethem.Like all of us.
Instead, I flatten my hands against the bottom of the frilly sundress I put on and take a deep breath before I turn to look at both of the men that took such amazing care of me during a time that I was more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. They’re sitting on the end of my bed side by side, Micah smiling encouragingly atme while Jeremiah stares at me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
They’re not friends yet, but they’ve tolerated each other a lot better than I thought they would. Mostly on Jeremiah’s part. Micah is so easygoing and takes everything in stride. Jeremiah is his total opposite, and yet, I love them equally.
The love I feel for Micah is still new, in the beginning stages of flourishing, but comforting and beautiful. My love for Jeremiah is like being in the eye of a hurricane, where there is a sense of calm amidst the raging wind and rain. But both complete a part of my heart I never realized was missing, and together, they’ve worked to erase the stains left on my soul. I can only hope that Ridge, Emmanuel, and Zeke will still be willing to stick around after they meet Micah and Jeremiah, because something deep inside of me recognizes that I need them all. Even if it’s selfish.
“Well? How do I look? Is this okay?” I ask them, but before they can even respond, I word vomit every worry and insecurity currently swirling in my brain. “Gods, I’m so nervous. What if they hate me? What if they decide it’s better to cut their losses now because I’ve got two other alphas? What if—” I’m cut off by Micah and Jeremiah, both getting up and moving to where I’m standing.
Jeremiah wraps himself around my back while Micah stands in front of me and cups my cheeks, keeping me looking directly into his soft honey eyes.
“Breathe,” he commands gently, and I do, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth several times until my heart rate calms.
“Good girl,” Jeremiah murmurs in my ear as he runs his nose along the side of my neck until I sigh and I’m jelly between the two alphas.
“You look beautiful. They’ll have a hard time keeping their eyes off you.”
Micah gives me a soft peck on the lips and a smile that has those dimples of his that I love so much popping out. “As for all of your what if’s,well… That’s exactly what they are. We don’t know what’s going to happen when they meet us, but it’s not like they’re coming here to be ambushed with the news of us, either. Valley has already spoken with them, told them what today is for, and they’ve agreed to come, so that’s something.”
I nod because I know he’s right. I can’t control today’s outcome or how the others react when they meet Jeremiah and Micah. I can only hope that Ripley finally talked to River and her other mates about Jeremiah, because that’s a whole other can of worms I’m not sure I can handle on top of everything else.
“Just remember to breathe if you feel overwhelmed or nervous. We’ll be with you the whole time, so let’s have a nice day. I’m excited to get to know the people that have become your family after everything you’ve told me about them in our sessions.”
I smile up at him as he steps back with a wink, relaxing back against Jeremiah’s chest as he wraps his arms around me.
“They’re still going to want you, Dove. How could they not? But even if they don’t, no matter what, you’ll have me and you’ll have Micah. We’re not going anywhere. Besides, if they know what’s good for them, they won’t hurt your feelings today because I can’t promise I won’t break something of theirs if you cry,” Jeremiah says, muttering his last sentence out and making me laugh lightly as I sniffle and turn in his hold, tilting my head back so I can look up at him.
“There will be no breaking of bones today, Alpha. As much as it hurts to think they might change their minds, it’s their decision. I can’t force them to be with me. It’s not like they signed on for all of this. Ya know, an omega with a boatload of baggage and trauma, who also comes with two other alphas they know nothing about. If they decide this isn’t what they want or…or if they want me to choose, at least I know I’ll have you and Micah, no matter what.”
I pat him on the chest and lean up on my tiptoes, angling my face up to his for a kiss. He obliges with a grumble, kissing me gently before muttering against my lips, “They better not ask you to choose.”