She denies it quickly, almost yelping the word. "No, no I'm not afraid and you weren't too rough. It was... intense. But it's just... it's been a long time..."
Her voice trails off uncertainly. Everything is different now. Back on her heat suppressants, she doesn't have the gnawing need of a heat spike urging her onto them, or the feral claiming of their rut. There's no neighbours they need to keep quiet for, no guards they need to listen for, no countdown until they need to go to the mess hall. It's just her and them.
She feels a sudden wave of shyness pass over her, heating her face, which was ridiculous, considering they had seen and touched and tasted and fucked every inch of her body.
"Are you... blushing?" Julius' voice is hoarse and nearly teasing.
"No!" She quickly denies it and her face turns an even deeper shade of red.
"Ohh, sweet baby," Luke rumbles. "Are you shy?"
"No," she squeaks again, wiggling away from him. But he's too fast for her. He pins her to the bed with his body, grinding the hard length of his cock against her.
She falls back with a gasp.
She's surrounded by them, Luke on top of her, Tenor and Julius hovering at her sides. The scents of them fill her nose, floodingher parasympathetic system with soothing familiarity until she feels her body begin to relax.
"I missed you," Tenor breathes against her ear, his hands skimming down the sides of her body and reaching up to cup her breast.
"We need to feed you," Julius grumbles on her other side, nuzzling his face into her hair. She hears him take a deep breath, breathing in her scent like he's trying to memorize it. "You're too skinny."
"My cock has been hard ever since we got here," Luke groans, grinding himself into her harder. "God, Eden," he groans. "You smell so fucking good. I was going to start humping your pillow if you didn't get here soon."
She can't help laughing at that, and her body fully relaxes beneath them. Hands guide her legs higher, gripping her under her knees and spreading her obscenely wide for Luke.
There's a tearing sound, then another, and then they're pawing her clothes off her, pieces falling away like scraps.
"Hey!" Her protest is cut off by Julius' mouth. Those were her favourite jeans, but before she can tell them that, Luke's cock is bumping against her entrance, and she lets out a strangled yelp.
He smiles down at her like the sound is the cutest thing he's ever heard, and then he reaches behind his neck and pulls the plain black tshirt over his head in one easy motion.
He settles on top of her so their chests are pressed together skin to skin, the course hair teasing her nipples, and his mouth hovering just above hers. The intimacy of it settles something inside her.
"Let me in, baby," he purrs, his hips rolling against her. "Put your hand on me, guide me inside. I need to come home."
He always knew what to say, always knew how to settle the jittery omega instincts inside her. She snakes a hand between their bodies, feeling the rough material of his jeans and the metal of his zipper against her hand as she reaches his cock.
It's hard and hot and pulsing in her hand. Luke was the thickest of the three of them, her hand unable to even fully close around his girth. She strokes him once, experimenting with how he feels, refamiliarizing herself with his body. As she lines him up with her opening, she cannot stop the whimper from escaping her throat.
"Look at me," he breathes, and she obeys. Their eyes lock, and suddenly she's back in that cell on that bed, and he's killing a man in front of her and then leading her to safety. His body is pinning her to that tiny nest of blankets in the corner of the workshop. Then he's pounding into her as his teeth lock around her neck, joining them for life.
She doesn't know what they must feel through the bond, but whatever it is has Luke cursing as his hand tangles into her hair, fisting the bun at the base of her neck to hold her in place. Julius' hand circles her throat in a claiming gesture, and she feels her body relax further in response.
Luke takes advantage, gently breaching the first few inches of her with a shallow, teasing thrust.
She flutters against him, gasping in a breath as the sensation hits her. The scent of her mates floods her nose and her body feels as if it lights up like a firework on a summer evening, causing a wave of slick to ease the way inside her.
With another gentle thrust, Luke breaches another few inches of her sheath before pulling back and thrusting again, dragging the head of his cock against her sensitive walls.
"That's my girl," he grunts. "You're such a good girl for us, Eden.Such a good mate. You have such a perfect little pussy,"he moans the last words like a dying man being offered a last sip of water.
His hips begin a gentle rhythm, thrusting into her slowly with long, lazy pulling strokes.
He doesn't bottom out, doesn't force his full length inside her.
She keeps her hand between their bodies, and when she experimentally strokes her clit as he thrusts, her pussy ripples around him and he groans again. She can feel part of the pulsing length of him that butts against her hand, but he doesn't press further, content with fucking her with as much of him her body will accept.
The release that builds is sweet and quick and it takes him with her when she goes over the edge.
