All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 12

Twelve

As it turns out, I completely spaced on the fact that they were in court today. So my whole preparation for the day was all for nothing. Before leaving, I slip into Wade’s office and place the list face down on his desk. They sometimes come back to the office to drop files off. But even if he doesn't, he will find it in the morning.

On my way out the door, I call Dee, and she agrees to meet at the local bar. There isn’t much else to do in Blue Ridge after all the businesses close for the night. I head to the bar instead of home; she doesn’t care what I look like, so office wear it is.

She arrives not long after me, and I wave her down from the booth I scored. “I ordered your favorite.”

Her brows go up as she slides into the booth. “Not that IPA right?”

I laugh. “No, your real favorite.”

The waitress arrives, revealing what I think is her favorite. “A cosmo! What are we celebrating?”

I press my lips together, holding in my smile. “It’s official—I’m fucking my bosses.”

She sputters over her drink, her eyes going wide. When I just grin across the table at her, she says, “Holy shit, you're serious. Tell me everything!”

Once I’m done, she’s half way through her cosmo and I’ve completely finished my strawberry margarita.

“Just don’t let your heart get involved, you’ll get hurt,” she says.

I nod like I agree, but I’m pretty sure my heart got involved last Friday if not way before that.

“Shit, Ally, I know that look.”

“It’s okay, I know it’s just fun,” I sigh, lying to both of us. “Want a snack?”

She glances at her watch. “Nah, I have an early morning. My bed’s calling my name.”

I deflate slightly. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Tomorrow or Saturday, snacks and pizza at your place? As long as you’re not busy. ”

After agreeing to text her tomorrow, we settle the bill and head out.

The next morning, the guys are back in the office. The air vibrates with sexual energy the whole day. Not that they act on it. No, today they are the perfectly presented lawyers, and if it weren’t for the heated looks, I’d think I imagined the other day.

Wade approaches my desk and stops in front of it, waiting to speak until I look up. “What are you doing for dinner?”

“Probably eating.” My mouth quirks in a withheld smile.

He presses his lips together as they pull wide. “Perfect, I’ll cook for you.”

My stomach dips and dances, while my heart tries to read into that. Alphas cook for omegas they are courting. For the omegas they want to keep. Squashing that line of thought, I nod.

“Are you asking me out?” I flirt, batting my eyes.

He grins fuller. “If you say no, I’ll just kidnap you.” He shrugs. Heat runs up the sides of my neck and across my cheeks with the knowledge that he read my list.

“I’ll go.”

“Probably a wise choice. Oz might forget all about dinner if we actually did kidnap you, and I’d prefer you to be full and happy first.”

Beckett insists on driving me to their mansion, so I meet him back at the office after running home to change. Leggings and an oversized sweatshirt may not be date material, but both come off easily enough. When we arrive, the delicious scent of steak grilling on the BBQ fills the air. He leads me to their back patio, overlooking the infinity pool and lake in the distance.

Fairy lights are strung above our heads and candles are lit as a centerpiece on the table. The setting is perfect for a romantic date , but I know that isn’t what this is. Right?

My mind plays tricks on me the whole night. From the way Ozwald holds out my chair to the way Beckett insists on cutting up my steak and feeding me. And the purring…all three of them with the purrs of pleasure at taking care of me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they do want an omega and that omega’s me.

When we are all stuffed, Oz pulls out my chair for me and offers me his hand. As my fingers touch his, he curls them around mine and leads me down a hall. When he pushes into a spacious entertainment room and not the sex room, I pause, and he turns back to me.

“Uh,” I say, unsure. I take in the huge almost wall to wall TV that must be a custom piece and the huge sofa that looks almost like it could double as a nesting bed sitting in front of it. “What?—”

“Your food needs to settle, Sweetheart,” Beckett answers my unspoken question.

“And we need to cuddle, it’s been too long since Wednesday night,” Oz adds on. “Look, three different types of blankets.”

He leads me to the still-wrapped blankets and encourages me to touch them. He watches me expectantly, so I curl my fingers into the first one. Holy cow, the material’s soft. The first one isn’t even the softest of the three.

They are an omega’s dream for their nest. Since I take the heat suppressants, I haven’t even bothered with a nest in my apartment. If I go into heat, I take a trip to a heat clinic and check myself in. But if I had one, all three of these blankets would be welcome.

“If you don’t like them?—”

I laugh and pick up the second. “I love them all.”

His musk of amber is a blend of resinous, woody, and slightly musky notes, filling me with comfort and the sense of being home. It’s a dangerous feeling. Yet, I lean into it as he grabs up the other two and pulls me over to the humongous sofa. Can I call it a sofa if I fit on it like a bed? I scoot all the way up to the pillows. Wade and Oz follow while Beckett flips on the TV and brings the controller over to us.

I’m snug between the three of them, the blankets over our bodies. The mix of their musks clings to the air. Both familiar and so exciting I’m surprised I can sit still and let them cuddle me. Because my body’s way past ready for more of their brand of sex. It’s practically singing with need.

A full movie plays out on the screen, and I don’t actually see a thing. Instead, I soak up this feeling of being part of a pack. I know it isn’t real, and that they don’t mean what I wish they did. Still, I enjoy every second.

When the credits play, the mood changes. And before long, I realize there’s no sex room tonight because it’s all going to happen right here.

Wade’s hand runs over my stomach as he tugs my sweater free. He pulls it over my head and presses soft kisses to my skin. “Tonight, you’ll beg for the pleasure to stop because we are going to show you a very different side to BDSM. Are you ready?”

“I’m pretty sure I was born ready for this,” I say, earning me a chuckle that vibrates through my stomach. Then they prove his words.

My perfume will never come out of their sofa. And the walls hold the echoes of my pleasure as they drive me over the edge of release over and over again. It’s like they are speaking directly to my heart, with their whispered encouragements and promises.

I can’t take much more. My legs tremble violently as Oz barely grazes my sensitized clit and another orgasm clenches in my belly, ready to do what they’ve taught it to do so well.

Fall to pieces.

My muscles go bow string tight as he strokes lazily through my folds, effortlessly working me to another climax. A strangled sound erupts from my throat, but no words follow. I think I’m going to die from pleasure.

“Such a good, Bunny, coming all over my fingers,” he murmurs before licking my slick from them. “Next, you’ll come all over my cock, but not until I tell you too.”

He positions himself and tilts my hips up to his before slowly sliding in. My body clenches around him, and he hisses with pleasure. And I think I might just explode from the feeling of his piercings inside of me.

“So tight, sweet Bunny, but Wade wants to join us. Can you handle both of us?”

He lifts me into his arms, and I can feel Wade settling behind me. They both pause when I don’t say a word.

“Yes, yes please,” I beg, clinging to Oz’s shoulders.

But it’s not what I expect, when he pulls out almost to his tip and then when he presses back in, Wade’s spreading me wider still. Both of them together in one hole. My body starts to tense up, and Oz tweaks my nipple.

“Not yet, Bunny,” he commands.

They move together and my head drops back to Wade’s chest as I attempt to catch my breath and not come undone before I’m allowed. Not just my legs are vibrating, now my whole body’s almost convulsing with sensations it doesn’t know what to do with. They both thrust deeper, their knots spreading me impossibly wider and locking the three of us together. It’s too much, and I explode, my body unable to handle it without coming apart.

Matching groans fill my ears, and then I feel them both fill me with cum. I collapse in their arms, and they maneuver us on the sofa. There is no possible way either of them can slip free until they both unlock. I’m so spent that sleep rises up and claims me, with them both still locked inside of me.