Page 38 of Indigo

Now, knotting and kissing her, my pleas hold more meaning than I originally thought. I don’t want her just to stay. I need her to love me. I can’t imagine a day when I don’t see her face, when I don’t chuckle with her attitude.

My forehead drops to her, and I bring us both to an orgasm. We come together, fucking in sync. She grips me like a vise, and I know I can’t survive a day without her. I can’t breathe if she leaves me.

“Hank,” she whispers.

I breathe her in. “Please don’t leave me.”

The moment the words are out of my mouth, I know I’ve made a mistake.

twenty-three

Indigo

My eyes snap open as if I know the first rays of sunshine hit the horizon. I’m trapped in the middle of them. I look over my shoulder and see that the heavy arm around my waist is Hank’s, while I rest against Nash's chest. Cassidy is tangled with my legs, using my ass as a cushion.

Oh, and they are naked.

It’s all skin, cock, and muscles over here, and I can’t breathe. Flashes of last night flick through my mind as I try to gulp for air. I can’t lie to myself. Last night didn’t feel like a quick fuck. They showed me more pleasure than I knew existed. I trusted them with my body, and not only that, I confessed they had my trust, and I wasn’t even lying.

Today my skin feels cooler, my head clearer, but my heart? That bitch is confused. I never considered I’d catch feelings. It’s not possible. I’m broken beyond repair. I’m prickly, and I’m scared. Yada, yada, yada.

I’m the Poisonous Omega. Right?Right?

The title sits right with me, as if they cleansed my fucking soul. Journey told me enough times that I shouldn’t be giving our rapists space in my mind. I know that I shouldn’t believe a word out of their mouths, but it was hard to distance myself from what they made me. I believed their words because deep down I have no idea who Indigo No-Last-Name is.

But last night? They undid me. They kissed the woes better, adored me with every touch, and they rearranged my guts in the process.

“Shit.” This was not in the plans.

I sit up, practically jumping off the bed, and the three men wrapped around me shift and wake up, alarmed by my sudden movements.

“What the fuck, Sour Peach? I was using that,” Cassidy groans.

At the same time, Nash sits up beside me. “Are you okay?”

No. I’m not fucking okay. I’m having the biggest freak-out of my life, and looking at their beautiful faces and morning wood is not helping. Oh yes, I want to jump their bones again, and I can’t even blame the heat this time. My vagina is still recovering from taking three giant cocks, yet I know if I push my hand down, I’ll find myself wet.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I jump up and run for the other room, only breathing out when I lock the door between me and the temptation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses spill out of me with ease.

It doesn’t matter what my body is feeling right now. I can’t handle being with someone. I wouldn’t be a good mate. Of course I wouldn’t. All I want is to be left alone.

Remember, Indie?All I want is a house in the middle of nowhere and never see a human for the rest of my life. Just the image has my heart slowing down so I can finally take a full breath.

Having three mates doesn’t quite fit my hermit dream. Though I wouldn’t mind feeling safe like I do with them. And I wouldn’t mind the multiple orgasms they so selfishly share.

Turns out there’s plenty I wouldn’t mind from them, but no, this is not going to work. Of course it’s not. It can’t work. With the obvious resolution in mind, I decide to take a shower. I’m already locked here anyway, so I might as well wash their scent off my skin.

It won’t undo last night. Those memories will burn with me for the rest of my life.

The water helps to clear my mind, and the panic dissolves. These Alphas watched me tremble with need, and they never did anything. I had to practically beg for them to finally fuck me, so if I say I don’t want anything more than last night, I know they will listen.

Please don’t leave me.

Hank’s pleas come rushing and clashing against me, and I close my eyes under the water spray, holding back tears. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt them. I fled the motel thinking only of me and my survival, but my time with them changed everything. I might not be happily skipping toward matehood, but I don’t want to hurt the very people who helped me when I needed it the most. In every sense of the word, they are my heroes.

When I wrap the towel around me, I have the speech ready. I’m going to thank them, but I will stay firmly put in my position. I don’t want mates. I want to be alone. Nodding, I remind myself that I have the right to choose my own fate and open the door.