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It wasn’t often that her uncle Billy came to visit, but he seemed to have a knack for showing up right when they needed him most. In this case, her mother and stepfather had been fighting for the past couple of weeks, terse arguments that they thought Alina couldn’t hear (or didn’t care that she did) after she’d gone to bed. All of them seemed to revolve around her. Around whether or not her mother was home enough to even see her. About why it was that Aleksander cared that there was another work trip coming up that would take her away from the house. About why her mother couldn’t be bothered to run to the pharmacy to even pick up Alina’s meds when they were refilled, let alone be sure to pick her up from school on time. 

About if she wasn’t going to be here for Alina’s birthday, then he’d be sure that there was family around who gave a damn about her. 

She hadn’t expected it to be Billy Morozova who showed up just hours after her mother’s Uber had picked her up for the airport, but there was no hiding the glee that blossomed in her stomach at the sight of her uncle’s sleek SUV pulling into their drive. She pounded her way down the stairs to practically leap out the door seconds after her stepfather had opened it, launching herself at her uncle. He caught her with a quiet “oof” and a laugh that made her heart feel lighter than it had in weeks, the arguments between Sasha and her mother forgotten in the warmth of his embrace, the familiar smell of his cologne as she pressed her face to his chest. 

She heard Sasha’s own laugh, a near mirror of his twin’s, from behind. “Saints, Alina. Let the man breathe.” 

“Oh please, she hardly weighs a thing.” Billy’s hands were tight on her waist, fingers finding purchase on her hips as she let herself be put back down onto the ground and took in the man standing in front of her, the close shave of his beard where her stepfather’s was thicker, the trimmed sides of his haircut, a holdover from his time in the military, one of the rare Alphas to be allowed in. He didn’t talk about it, not with her, but she’d heard her mother hiss about it to Sasha on more than one occasion, that she didn’t like the glint in Billy’s eye whenever they were around. 

And so perhaps it was no coincidence that he was the one that Aleksander called when her mother was gone. But hell, it wasn’t every day a girl turned 17. 

He followed them both inside with his bags, tossing them in the guest room before excusing himself to freshen up, Aleksander already placing an online to-go order for dinner as Alina lounged in the living room. She waited for him to set his phone to the side, waited until his gaze had found her once more, and felt her chest tighten at the smile he gave her. 

“Thank you for inviting him,” she said, her tongue weighed down with the words as if they weren’t enough to fully let him know how she felt, but also so heavy that she felt the need to explain herself further. “I know—Things haven’t been easy with mom. And with her not being here—. It just means a lot. That you care enough to do it.” 

She wished she hadn’t been paying close enough attention to see the way his face softened, how his lips curled into a smile as he stepped towards where she settled herself on the couch, knelt between her parted knees, and covered them with his hands. Tried not to focus on the heat of his skin against hers, the way that his palms seemed to cover her kneecaps entirely, or the way that his scent bloomed in the narrow space just between them. He’d never smelled this good before. 

“I’d do anything for you, solynshka, so would Billy. Never doubt that. We’ll never let you be alone.” 

She blinked furiously, but even breaking eye contact wasn’t enough to keep her throat from growing tight or her eyes from clouding up. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled her chin up to look at him, gaze dark but sincere. 

“Trust me when I say that you won’t be alone ever again.” 

It was difficult to swallow, made all the more impossible by the weight of his gaze on her lips, but she managed to do so, nodding at his words, before the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs brought their attention back. 

“So. What’re the plans for the birthday girl’s weekend?” Billy asked, his grin broad, strong arms crossed over his chest as he stopped just within the doorway of the room as Aleksander got to his feet. “Please tell me it at least involves some level of debauchery.” 

Aleksander had already made reservations, which he revealed over pad thai and shared spring rolls, Alina’s eyes wide as he listed the name of the new bistro that had opened up a couple of months ago that her mother had been begging to go to. The reservation was for three, and he shrugged at Alina’s pointed look. 

“She decided to be out of town. No point in canceling the reservation when there’s three of us now to fill it.” 

“I’m not the one who’ll be sleeping in the dog house,” Alina half-joked, though she admittedly preened under the smile he gave her, as if to tell her he didn’t care. That was seconds before panic cleaved her good mood in two. “I don’t have anything to wear, though. This is tomorrow?” If she hit the mall early enough, she might be able to find something—but it was a nice restaurant, and what if there wasn’t anything in her size available? 

Her uncle’s hand squeezed her shoulder gently as he got to his feet. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, his own curry left at his place as he walked out of the room, and came back minutes later with a garment bag. Alina felt her stomach knot as she looked from Sasha, back to her uncle, and hastily wiped her hands clean before getting up as well so she could take the bag from his hands. 

“Happy birthday, Linka,” Billy said as she unzipped it, her jaw dropping at the gorgeous dress inside, one she’d had on her wishlist for months but never thought that she’d get—had resigned herself to waiting until it went on sale and then maybe. 

But there it was, in her hands, far too much for a simple birthday present, but dammit was she beyond taken aback. She looked over at her uncle, and again that same weight made itself known on her tongue, her head spinning with the velocity of wanting to keep it and insisting he take it back. 

As if he could tell what she was thinking, her uncle fixed her with a stern stare. “Don’t even try and tell me you don’t want it. Sasha sent me the link, and there’s no return policy. So. It’s yours now.” 

“It’s too much—.” 

“Alina,” Aleksander said from behind, his expression warm. “It’s not too much. You can have nice things, you know.” 

Could she? Was he sure? Because she wasn’t, and even as she bit her bottom lip to keep from squealing as she stepped closer to kiss both her stepfather and her uncle on the cheek, she couldn’t help but wonder whether this was actually happening. If this was going to be a dream, she woke up from in the morning, and the family that actually cared about her would vanish into smoke. 

The dress was still there she got around that morning, though, and her stepfather was already sipping coffee while sitting across the table from his brother, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. 

Aleksander’s smile spread wide as he caught sight of Alina making her way to the kitchen table, croissants and coffee cake from her favorite bakery sitting on the center of the table. This was their first of her birthdays together, and she swallowed thickly as she hugged him tight in thanks, amazed that he’d remembered at all. 

“Card,” Billy said around a bite of one of the croissants, the flaky pastry going everywhere, much to Aleks’ chagrin, snapping at his brother to at least grab a napkin if he was going to make a mess even as Billy pulled out a birthday card from the place set next to him and handed it to Alina. “Saints, Sasha, you’re more anal than mom was about messes.” 

Aleksander grimaced. “Please. Never use those two words in the same sentence again.” 

Billy’s eyebrows waggled. “Anal?” 

“I never should have invited you over.” 

Alina couldn’t help but laugh, her chest so light she thought it might burst as she stepped to the side of the table and brought her uncle a napkin to catch the crumbs that still flaked beneath where he held the pastry. He squeezed her hand gently before taking it with a murmured thanks, onyx irises almost indistinguishable from his pupils as he watched Alina open the envelope and take out the card. 

It had flowers on the front and a gift card inside to the same shop that Aleks had bought the pastries from, with both of their signatures at the bottom wishing her an unforgettable birthday and a bright future. Alina bit her bottom lip as she thanked them both again and settled down between them at the table, sipping her own mug of coffee as she listened to them bicker back and forth. 

Part of Alina had always wondered what it might be like to have a sibling, had wished for someone to play with at home when her mother wasn’t around. She’d had Mal, the boy next door, but he’d grown up and moved on from her by the time puberty hit, his own alpha hormones wanting nothing to do with her beta ones. As Aleksander looped an arm around her shoulders, inviting her to lean up against him, she eyed the gland now on eye level with her and wondered what it must’ve been like to have someone who understood her. Who didn’t have to ask her to explain what she meant, who was there to protect her and look after her, to bicker and tease, but also to comfort. 

She turned her head into Aleksander’s chest, her chair nearly touching his, and he just stroked the bare skin of her upper arms with his thumb as if he had all the time in the world, chest vibrating as he and Billy sniped at one another. 

Didn’t even notice that Aleks’ hands had moved up to her neck, her throat, his thumb brushing against the base of her neck, until Billy said her name once. Twice. 

Her head snapped up, and Aleks’ hand moved to the back of her neck, just pausing there. “Huh?” 

Billy’s grin showed all teeth, like the wolves they’d supposedly all descended from so long ago. “Still dreaming, little girl?” 

Her throat tightened at the nickname, and her core clenched as she squeezed her legs together. Oh. That was new. “A little. Guess I’m still catching up on my beauty sleep,” she explained with a small smile, hoping she could just blame the heat rushing to her cheeks on being embarrassed. 

Nothing else. 

“I was asking what your plans for the day were. Our reservation is at 8.” 

That was easy, at least. “Genya was going to take me to the movies, and we’ll probably get lunch. I’ll be back plenty of time before we go out, though, if that’s okay?” She asked, looking over at her stepfather, who shrugged. 

“I’ve learned my lesson to not get between you and Genya. Long as you’re sure you’ll be back in time.” 

“Promise,” she said with a wide grin. She relaxed against him once more, closing her eyes and listening to them talk. It was easier, that way, to pretend this wasn’t out of the ordinary. That this could be some semblance of normal.

Genya’s eyes were wide as she peered over her lunch at Alina, who’d just finished explaining the rest of her evening’s plans and why she wouldn’t be going to the party that night at David’s. “They’re taking you there?” She gave a low whistle. “Saints, Lina. That’s quite the birthday surprise.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Alina admitted after swallowing her bite, setting down the rest of her taco as she took a sip of her water. “It’s too much, isn’t it? I mean. It’s not like I graduated high school yet. I’m just turning 17.” 

Genya shrugged. “I mean. If he had been planning to take you and your mother, then I guess it makes sense. It would’ve impressed her, for sure, but fuck it. If she’s not there to enjoy it, means you can do that all the more. Right?” 

Alina nodded, but her appetite fell away, her eyes falling on the plate in front of her, fingertips clenching on nothing in particular. Of course, he’d said that it had been a plan to take the three of them there. It wasn’t just for her birthday; he’d wanted to impress her mother. That it was her birthday was just a cause for the three of them to go out together, rather than just he and her mother. It probably helped him seal the deal on getting the reservation. 

How were they supposed to know that her mother would be gone for her birthday, of all days? Her work was important—but that important?

“Hey.” 

Out of the edge of her vision, she saw Genya reaching forward, taking one of Alina’s hands in her own. “I’m sorry that your mother is gone for this. That’s so shitty of her. But it sounds like you’re going to have a great night,” Genya said, full lips pulling into a smile, as she squeezed Alina’s hand. “Don’t let her absence ruin your day. And.” She squeezed Alina’s hand again. “If your Uncle Billy says anything about being lonely . . . you know you can always give him my number.” 

Alina blinked rapidly, a surprised laugh falling out of her mouth before she could stop herself from asking what the fuck Genya was thinking. “He’s an Alpha,” she said after a moment, as though they couldn’t tell. As though he didn’t carry himself with the big-dick-swagger of an alpha. “And you’re—you and David are still doing okay, right?” 

Genya shrugged. “Yeah, absolutely. I love David. But y’know. Your uncle’s hot,” she laughed quietly. “Figured if he says anything, I’ll shoot my shot, and we’ll see if fucking an alpha is all it’s cracked up to be.” 

Alina nodded, scratching her neck a little, fingers pressing into the skin as she tried not to think too hard about it. About the idea that one day, her uncle might find the one omega that would turn his head. That his attention would always be on them, first and foremost, and on her and her stepfather second. If that. 

That one day, her stepfather might up and leave them, too, if he found an omega to mate with. It had always been a risk, she’d thought, that her mother was a beta who’d married an alpha, but she couldn’t be upset with her mother’s decisions now. She wasn’t sure she’d be brave enough to take the gamble, to test the fates in such a way, but Sasha had always been nothing if not sincere with them, so maybe her mother knew something that Alina didn’t. 

She took a deep pull of her water, determined to fight off the tightness in her throat, before digging back into her food, her brain flitting from glands to mating marks to heat, half-listening as Genya talked about the upcoming end of the school year. 

The house was silent when she got home, Billy’s car still parked in the drive, but the door to her stepfather’s office was closed, which meant he wasn’t to be disturbed while he was in there. She bit back a small smile; it wasn’t unusual for him to be working on a weekend. The house didn’t pay for itself, he’d reminded them on more than one occasion when her mother had griped about how many hours he’d been putting into his job, as if the same couldn’t have been said about her. 

As for where her uncle was, she thought she saw movement out by the pool, but held herself back from checking. She still needed to shower and shave before getting ready for her birthday evening, some small hind part of her brain needling the idea deeper into her skull that she’d need to take her time. Be extra thorough. 

She refused to focus on why, Genya’s words echoing in the empty space of her brain as she stepped into her room and paused at the sight of the vase on her desk, a black and gold ribbon wrapped into an elegant bow on the neck. Blue irises, her favorite. She bit her bottom lip, stepping closer to admire the bouquet, the pale pink blooms that made up the rest of the arrangement a perfect compliment to the deep blue flower petals. They smelled just as sweet, too, as Alina inhaled deeply and found herself grinning, rubbing her fingers over the spun-sugar soft petals, fingertips tracing the veins of the blooms and coming away coated in pollen. 

Underneath the vase, her uncle’s writing promised her a fantastic evening and hoped that she’d had a good day out with her friend, his signature little more than a scribble at the bottom. 

Saints, she was lucky he was so thoughtful. 

And how had he known those were her favorite flowers? She didn’t think she’d ever told Sasha. Had it been a lucky guess? 

She puzzled it over as she slipped her clothes off, letting them puddle on the ground as she turned the shower on and let it steam up the bathroom, cracking a window and sneaking a glance out, grateful that she was on the second floor. 

At least until her uncle looked up at her from where he’d resurfaced from the pool and grinned, flashing his teeth as she scurried back to the safety of the shower, where he wouldn’t be able to see her. 

But if he could—. If he did—. 

Would he? 

She felt her cheeks heat up at the idea, closing her eyes right and letting the water run over her face as though she could blame the hot water for the flush that she felt on her cheeks, throat, chest. It wasn’t bad enough she got caught, but his grin replayed in her mind's eye over and over, the water dripping down his abdomen as he stood up just before she’d pulled away from the window. 

And he’d known right where to find her. How? 

The heat moved further down her body, pooling between her thighs, her hand halfway to pressing against her clit before she realized what she was doing. 

Before she did it anyway, and found herself more turned on than she had been in months. 

In her whole life, honestly. Not that that felt like it was saying something, she thought, bracing herself with one arm against the shower wall, hot water on her back, thumb rolling her clit in slow circles as she struggled to keep her moans quiet. Added pressure when the sensation wasn’t enough, bit her bottom lip as more wetness flooded her fingers, soaking them as surely as the water from the showerhead. Her orgasm wasn’t something to write home about, but it helped to at least take the edge off. 

At least, she thought. 

Until she had to do it again after she’d finished shaving and felt that same need rising again. Whatever, she reasoned with herself as she bit her fist and struggled to find a decent angle to fuck two fingers inside of her, the butt of her hand working against her clit, doing her best to keep from thinking of bright teeth, warm breath against her neck, and a heavy weight behind her to box her in.

Her second orgasm was just an excuse to let her conditioner sit a little longer in her hair. Nothing more, nothing less.

The dress fit perfectly, and even though her legs felt a little coltish as she stood to curl her hair and put on her makeup, she told herself it was just the after-effects of having gotten herself off twice. 

More than once she caught herself looking at her neck, the small sunshine pendant that Aleksander had gotten for her last all A’s semester glinting as it caught the light. Caught herself wondering if it was wishful thinking that she thought she saw her skin looking a little… red. 

She really shouldn’t have let Genya get inside her head about the whole alpha thing. Her hair fell over her throat, hiding what she wouldn’t see—would never see—from view before she heard her stepdad call her from down the stairs. Grabbing the only pair of heels she owned before she could think better, she grabbed her phone for a quick selfie and hustled downstairs. 

She stopped as soon as she made it to the landing, her eyes wide. Of course, she hadn’t realized that they would’ve been dressing up too. If she had, she might have tried a little harder to get herself off a third time in the shower because the sight before her? 

Of the brothers Morozova dressed in a pair of fitted button-downs, Aleksander’s sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, Billy with a jacket thrown over his shoulder—. 

This was going to be nigh impossible. Her cunt clenched as Aleksander’s gaze cut to her, his lips parting as he took her in, Billy’s gaze quickly following. Again he grinned, reaching out a hand to help settle her as she stepped into her heels, grateful that they were only an inch and a half tall. 

“Don’t you look all grown up,” her uncle purred, finger stroking the soft skin of her wrist. “Did you get my flowers?” 

She had to blink rapidly, her brain function fading rapidly at the feel of his thumb against her skin. “I--yes. Yes I did,” she said with a nod, cheeks flushed as Aleksander stepped behind her to help her into her coat. “They’re gorgeous, thank you. How’d you know they were my favorite?” 

Billy smirked, and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing the top of her hand, then her palm, then her wrist as she felt her skin overheat in his grip. “Little birdy told me. Good thing my brother and I share a brain cell between us.” 

That made Aleks roll his eyes, and he reached over to wrap his arm around Alina’s shoulders, pulling her closer and against his chest. “Come on. Billy will run his mouth all night, and we’ll lose our reservation.” 

The two of them eased her into the car, Aleksander’s this time, far more practical for the suburbs, the tulle of her skirt floating easily in the light summer breeze that brought welcome relief to the heat of her skin. She murmured a soft thanks when her uncle opened the door to the back seat for her, grateful that the other two would be sitting up front as she slid behind the passenger’s seat and swallowed thickly. When had her throat gotten so tight again? 

As the two men got in and started to pull out of the drive and onto the road, leaned her forehead against the cool window, not wanting to open it and ruin her hair with the wind, but relishing in the chilled glass against her skin. There wasn’t a chance she was coming down with a fever, was there? She didn’t think there’d been anything off about her food, and besides, food poisoning wasn’t that quick to work. She hoped. 

That would be the worst way to celebrate her birthday: throwing up in the bathroom of the restaurant that took months to get a reservation in. Embarrassing her stepdad and her uncle, who’d been nothing but kind to her the whole day. Should she say something? Just in case? 

Neither of them seemed to have noticed yet, and she muscled the nerves of her stomach and the heat of her skin to the back of her mind, forcing herself to think of something else. Anything else. Her eyes closed against the whirling scenery going by as she counted her breaths and wondered just how long she could keep this up, squeezing her thighs together to try and ground herself. 

The restaurant was everything Alina had hoped for and more, and it could’ve made her cry that she wasn’t able to enjoy it in its entirety. She smiled her way through the first course of appetizers, grateful for something light to try and settle her stomach aside from the sips of champagne that they’d managed to sneak her (“Don’t you want to try it, Alina?” Billy asked, his eyes bright. “It’s a great vintage. Only the best for our birthday girl.”). Not that she thought anyone would’ve given a damn; they’d gotten the best seat in the whole place, sequestered from the rest of the crowd, given almost complete privacy. 

She’d reached for Aleksander’s hand almost out of second nature when their main courses were set in front of them, hers a delicately sauced pasta that smelled divine, and her step-dad squeezed her hand gently as she struggled to find the words to thank him and excuse herself to the restroom all at the same time. He nodded as though he understood, though, and she released her grip with some hesitance before getting to her feet. Her first steps resulted in little more than a stumble, her heels wobbly, and he was out of his chair and at her side in a moment, hand wrapping around her waist to steady her, the other just shy of her rib cage, pinky brushing up against the swell of her breast. 

She couldn’t breathe, blinked back fresh tears as she looked up at him pleadingly, acquiescing to letting him guide her to the lady’s room, promising her that he’d stay just outside the door until she was finished. The words to tell him he didn’t have to died on her tongue at the intensity of his gaze, and she just hoped that the soft jazz playing overhead would be enough to drown out the sounds of her trying to throw up. 

Except that nothing came when she tried, knees aching on the cold tile of the bathroom, lips swollen, toilet paper wadded up in her hand to dab at the tears in the corners of her eyes before they could do any real damage to her makeup and show what she’d been up to. Her hair she’d thrown over the side of her shoulder, desperate for the cool air on the back of her neck as she sniffled and, begrudgingly, got back onto her feet when her stomach refused to give up whatever it was that was making her upset. So what the hell was going on? She flushed, stepped out to wash her hands, and looked at herself in the mirror, glad that her eyes were only slightly glassy, that it just looked like she’d bitten her bottom lip a couple of times. That despite the flush that colored her cheeks, she looked—well, she looked fine. 

Even if she didn’t feel it, at least she wouldn’t go out to the world looking like she was burning up alive. She was grateful for the loose skirt of her dress that helped keep her cool even if her wrists itched like crazy where the fabric wrapped around them in tight, buttoned cuffs. She inhaled deeply, dabbed at the back of her neck with a bit of wet paper towel, before throwing it away and opening the door. As promised, Aleksander was waiting, his eyes dark as he took a breath, then paused. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. She thought she saw something shutter in his gaze, thought that his onyx-grey eyes looked a little darker. Maybe his brother wasn’t the only one with a predator hiding deep inside of him, who showed the untamed edges when he didn’t think anyone else was looking. 

It was gone the next second, as soon as she nodded her head. 

“Yeah. Thank you, champagne just went a little to my head.” She offered up a small smile, taking his arm when he offered it and squeezing closer to him, letting him steady her. This close the scent of his aftershave filled her senses, leather and black pepper and something woodsy that felt like watching the dying embers of a camp fire in the odd liminal hours between midnight and daybreak. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to lose your pretty little head, would we?” he asked, voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard, as Billy caught sight of the two of them and cocked his head to the side. 

“Careful with that one,” he said to his brother as Aleksander eased Alina back into her seat. “Don’t want to get too ahead of ourselves on birthay girl’s day.” 

There was a shared look between them that Alina couldn’t place, but it made her thighs press together all the harder as she dutifully sipped her sparkling water, accepting another drink of champagne when offered it by Billy, before starting in on her lukewarm pasta. Still delicious, even if her enjoyment was slightly delayed. 

She muscled her way through the rest of the evening, accepting dessert with an embarrassed smile when the two of them sang to her, Billy slightly off-key, before she blew out the birthday candle that had been dutifully pressed through the top layer of her tiramisu and wished that this—sans the stomach cramps and the warmth and the wet arousal that was leaking between her legs—could be her new normal. She even laughed when Aleksander stole the second bite, his spoon lightning-fast after hers, his sweet tooth bad enough to rival Alina’s as the three of them devoured the confection in a matter of moments. 

Which left home as the last stop of the evening, much to Alina’s mixed sorrow and happiness. 

Her uncle Billy had a plan for that, too, it seemed, pulling a bottle of champagne out of the fridge with a wide grin as he uncorked it with a practiced twist of his wrist, poured three flutes worth of the bubbling, sweet drink before Alina could get out of it. She accepted the flute with a grateful, flushed smile; any other time, she would’ve been thrilled, beyond so, to be given a drink. 

Might’ve been able to miss the way that Billy’s eyes lit on her as her throat worked to swallow her mouthful of champagne, how her step-dad had drifted a little closer, the warmth of his body almost enough to make her overheat. At least the champagne was cold, a small reprieve from the heat that felt all the more suffocating the longer she stood there. 

“You know what else goes well with champagne and birthday wishes?” 

That was her uncle talking. Or was it her stepdad? 

“Skinny dipping. Why else bother with a heated pool?” 

There were fingers already working the buttons free of her dress, another set of hands taking the glass from her hands, refilling it, and making her wait until her arms had been worked free of the tightened cuffs before giving it to her. Tipping the bottom of the glass a little when her pace lagged. Glazed eyes watching as she licked the last drops from her lips and her dress fell to the ground. Her legs were coltish, heels still strapped around her ankles as she was eased out of the pooled fabric, her dream dress laid over the back of a chair, sparkling gold stars catching the overhead light like fool’s gold. 

The chill of the air outside felt like heaven as she was led on heeled feet through the sliding door and onto the patio. Giggled when Sasha (“I’ve got you, pretty girl. Don’t you worry.”) held her tight as her feet were freed from her heels, and she squealed as she turned, free to run and jump into the pool. 

At least no one could tell how soaked her panties were. The other two men followed shortly after, Alina shielding her eyes from the splashes of water, her back only half to them, when she felt the band of her panties being pulled over the curve of her hips, over her legs. 

Felt another pair of hands (Billy, had to be; she’d recognize those callouses anywhere) undo the eye and teeth clasps of her bra, throwing the soaked clothing out of the pool, where it landed on the pavement with a heavy, wet sound. Her step-dad resurfaced in front of her, wiping the water from his eyes, and tossed her panties out of the pool and onto the pavement as well. 

“What’ve I told you about clothes in the pool, little girl?” he growled. 

The world spun around her, tilting on an axis she wasn’t privy to, as her lips parted and she stared up at Aleksander. She let his hand cup the side of her cheek, noticed how he seemed to be able to fit her entire left cheek in his palm and then some. Her nipples, tight in the chill of the air even as her body felt hellfire hot, brushed against the same bare chest she’d seen on countless Sunday mornings, but never thought to be so close to her own. Behind her, she felt her uncle step closer, his breath warm against the column of her throat as he pulled her hair back and wound it around his fist. Pulled, just once, tilting her head up. 

“What’re these? Little omega, is your first heat starting?” She felt his hands press against the sides of her throat, right where her own had traced. Where her glands would be if she—.

But she wasn’t. She would’ve known.

“Your glands are so puffy, so pink and pretty. And one for each of us, brother, just ready to be bitten. What a considerate, sweet little girl we have.” 

Aleksander’s thumb brushed against her bottom lip, and her mouth parted in surprise at the heat, the electricity behind his touch. Watched his nostrils flare as he looked down at her, those same predator-black eyes focused wholly on her. “Not sure if we can call her sweet just yet,” she heard her step-dad say, the words hardly registering before he had begun to lean in, before he pressed his lips to hers and swallowed whole the moan that left her in a rush. 

If she hadn’t watched him eat a whole meal not an hour ago, including more than a fair third of her dessert, she’d have thought him starving. Desperate. He all but inhaled her, crushing her body against his, his skin slick and warm where it met hers, his every intake of breath sounding pained, as though it personally hurt him that he had to breathe and pull away. Behind, she felt Billy’s hands on her hips, his lips sucking on a patch of nerves on her throat that had Alina’s knees going weak. His fingers found the seam of her cunt and stroked her gently, hissing at how slick she was already. 

It didn’t take a genius to know he wasn’t simply referring to the water on her skin. But it didn’t make sense—.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Aleksander asked, Alina not having realized she’d spoken the thought aloud, her gaze hazy, her lips parting in a moan as her uncle pressed a finger inside of her, stroking the tight walls of her cunt with slow, even movements. She felt his cock just behind her, throbbing against the curve of her ass, thick. Her cunt clenched at the thought. 

“‘m just a beta,” she said, her brow furrowing when Aleksander took her right wrist in his hand and brought it up for her to inspect, to see the other gland just to the side of her veins, puffy and pink just as Billy had said. Aleksander brought it to his mouth, and she keened at the sensation of his teeth brushing over it. 

“You don’t taste like a beta, sweet girl,” he purred. “Your mother fed you pills for years to try and keep you hidden. Foolish, really. Just jealousy on her behalf, jealousy for how special, how sweet a girl you are.” 

She whimpered as he turned his attention back to suck on the patch of skin once more, her heart nearly drowning her thoughts out. He’d gone to pick up her script the last month; he must’ve seen. Must’ve realized. 

Realized, and what? Switched them out? 

Billy’s free hand turned Alina’s head and his mouth met hers with a ferocity she’d never known possible, his finger inside of her still working her open slowly. Far too slowly for her standards, and she whined as she tried to grind her hips against his hand. It was nothing in comparison to the paltry orgasms she’d had earlier that day; this was liquid fire, molten and injected straight into her veins. 

“How,” she gasped against Billy’s lips, the words failing her as she struggled to breathe, to find the right questions to ask even as she was pulled apart bit by bit under the weight of their hands, the intently laid kisses and bites that they littered along her body. “How—did you know, Sasha?” 

She barely turned her head in time to see the two brothers sharing a look between them, forgot all about it as Billy’s teeth scraped over the gland on her throat, and Aleksander took her chin in his hand to kiss her once again. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, little girl. We’ll take care of you now.” 

We. The both of them. 

As if it was already a given, a done deal that she wouldn’t have to worry about.

Her brain shorted out again as a painful cramp made her collapse against Aleksander’s front, knuckles white as she keened. Billy added a second finger, scissoring her open gently. Far more gently than she’d have thought or her body cared for. She reached beneath the water for his wrist, nails digging into his wrist to force him deeper inside of her where she needed to be filled. Where she felt so empty. She’d never known need like this, as if it were a knife’s edge she was willingly pressing herself against. 

“Think you’re ready for more, puppy?” Aleksander’s voice was low, pointed, his teeth grazing against the shell of her ear as Billy’s pace quickened, and Alina struggled to cling to the both of them through the fog that made thinking impossible. “Because we’re just getting started with you. Gonna work you through your first heat. First of many for the three of us, I promise.” 

He promised? Truly? It was enough to make her look up at him, eyes searching his, her mouth open as she panted, as though her lungs weren’t capable of holding enough air to sustain herself. He looked half undone himself, and her eyes latched onto the corresponding mating gland on his throat. She wet her bottom lip, staring from it back up to his gaze, which had grown all the more heated as he realized what she was looking at. 

“Yeah, she’s ready. C’mon, Billy. Let’s get birthday girl upstairs and into bed.” 

“‘Bout damn time.” 

Alina cried out when her uncle withdrew his fingers from inside of her, her hands soaking wet as she turned and tried to grab his wrist, to bring it back between her legs, where her cunt throbbed and ached for more, pleading, “no no no nonono please put it back—inside me—pleasepleaseplease—.” 

Aleksander took her hands and held them tight in his grip, hauling her up and into his arms even as she thrashed and cried out, piteous moans that sounded more like a wailing, dying creature than a girl, her body no longer remotely her own. She’d almost wriggled out of his grip entirely, aided by the pool water, when Billy reached back to grab her by the chin, his eyes pitch-black. 

“Enough.” 

The word silenced the voice in her brain begging for more, shut it up soundly, the weight of his order making her eyes go wide as what felt like slick coated her thighs. She didn’t move, didn’t so much as make a peep as they brought her inside, biting the inside of her cheek to try and keep herself silent even as her toes curled in the agony of the cramps ripping their way through her body. She needed more, needed to be filled, but more than that she needed to be good. There was a voice, once buried so deep in her subconscious that had begged for approval, now louder, whispering in her ear to keep still, keep quiet, to please her alphas. 

When she was dropped onto the bed by Aleksander (his bed, she noted with a delighted thrill) it was all she could do not to whimper at the loss of contact, sweat already beading on her forehead as the two identical alphas stared her down, their own needs just as painfully obvious as hers, though they looked as if every muscle was pulled taut with the effort to keep from jumping her. 

Wordlessly, she turned her knees out, spreading her legs slowly so they could watch the fresh wave of slick soak the bedsheets beneath her, filling the air with the scent of her need. 

That was all it took for them to descend upon her. 

Billy kissed like he was going for the kill, teeth scraping against her bottom lip, lips pulled into a snarl as he tugged her onto his lap, cock trapped between their bodies, the length of it rubbing against her clit as she ground her hips down. All the while, Aleksander kissed his way up the length of her spine, fingers pressed deep into the meat of her hips, tongue laving against the gland on her right side until it ached and burned for him to sink his teeth into it. 

“Empty,” she rasped again, looking pleadingly up at Billy, then back to Aleks, her cunt clenching on nothing as desperation brought her voice to break: “please. I want you both to fill me. Need it.” 

Aleksander snarled, grabbing her and hauling her back and towards him, even as Billy snarled and tried to keep her in place. 

All it took was a glower from his brother and he retreated, doubled down on playing with Alina’s breasts as Aleksander maneuvered her onto her knees, her front folded forward slightly as Billy sucked on her nipples, teasing them one at a time. 

“Little girl feels empty, does she?” Aleksander demanded, stroking a hand over the curve of her ass before he pressed two fingers back inside of her, crooking them just so. Alina’s body trembled, Billy’s lips lighting her skin on fire wherever he went, certain she’d have bruises or hickeys—both, if she was lucky--covering her the next day. Wouldn’t that be a sight? 

“More,” she begged, keening as she worked her hips against her stepfather’s fingers, her body trying to draw him further in. Desperate to feel him fill her. “Please. Please alpha. Wanna be good and full of you. Wanna feel you deep inside—please?” 

She looked down at Billy and yanked his hair upwards to kiss him again. “Both of you, please?” 

There was a pause, Billy’s lips leaving hers as he stared at Aleksander, the two sharing an unspoken conversation between them as Alina writhed and tried to fuck herself back on her stepfather’s hand, the angle good but not near deep or thick enough. No, she wanted his cock, could feel it bobbing against the curve of her ass, looked back to see how red and thick it’d gotten as he opened her up, prepared her for him. 

He’d be her first, but there wasn’t a single part of her that would have had it any different. 

She felt Billy break first, leaning back in to kiss her again, sucking on her lower lip before he growled: “Alright, sweet girl. I’m gonna take your pretty little mouth while your stepdad fucks your sweet cunt. We’ll fill you up, princess, don’t you worry. You’ll take both of our knots, won’t you? Keep ‘em safe and warm inside you? Take all our come in your sweet little body like a good omega?” 

Yes. Yes, she would. She nodded, tears of joy streaming down her face.  She clutched either side of his head, felt as Aleksander pressed a third finger inside of her, pushing it against the front wall of her cunt just so. Her back bent, lips falling open as she cried out and felt her cunt clench around his digits, soaking them in her come, the flames only fanned by how much more she needed. 

Slowly, Billy eased her down onto her front, Aleksander’s fingers teasing her open, pulling her apart before they flipped her onto her back. The angle would be better, Billy whispered, as if she had any context for it, content to let them move her body as they desired, her toes curling and pleasure starting to make her ears ring. 

“Mind your teeth, sweet omega,’’ Billy murmured as the nudged her head to the edge of the bed, and he painted her swollen lips with the leaking tip of his cock, pre spreading over her mouth. She lapped at it, hands already reaching for his length, trying to pull him closer and into her mouth as best she could manage. She felt her throat seize up when she tried to take too much, breath stuttering. 

Choked as she felt her orgasm spill over her, Aleksander’s fingers milking the pleasure from her body until tears streamed down her face. Billy wiped them from her face, taking her left hand and sucking on the gland to the side of her wrist, the sensation enough to make her toes curl, for her hips to buck up against Aleksander’s fingers as they left her. 

Only for her to go completely still, Billy’s cock halfway in her mouth, eyes wide, as she felt the head of her stepfather’s cock press against her slick folds. 

This was it. No going back. As though he could sense it, Billy stroked the side of her face, kissing her wrist gently, teeth tucked away for the moment. 

“Just relax, Omega,” he murmured. “Remember that you were made for this. Made for us. Breathe.” 

That was all the warning she got before Aleksander pressed further inside of her, easing the tip in, and then carving space out inside of her for the rest of him. Every inch felt like a victory and defeat, a double-edged sword of pleasure edged with pain, a yielding of something within her to make room for something that felt… life-changing, to say the least. 

As he pressed inside of her, rearranged her body to fit himself inch by inch within her, Billy thrust shallowly into her mouth, the head of his cock dripping his precome onto her tongue. Salty, heady, she lapped at the underside of his cock with a greed she’d never felt before, trying the will her body to relax, to take more. 

They told her she was made for this, and so she would be. She would be taken care of, and well, if she could prove to them she could take it. 

She squeezed Billy’s hand when he pressed the length of himself into her mouth, her tongue slipping along the beginnings of his knot and sucking. He choked above her, and she relished in the way that his movement stopped for the briefest of seconds. Faltered. Her, she made her uncle stop and lose his focus. 

“Saints alive. Your mouth is fucking poetry, little Alina. How’s her cunt, brother?” 

Aleksander growled, and Alina squealed around the length of Billy’s cock as he pressed himself inside of her to the root, his pelvis rubbing up against her clit as he ground himself further inside of her. 

“Tighter than anything you’ve ever felt. Don’t know if I’ll be sharing it with you.” 

Billy’s snarl made Alina’s toes curl, her hips bucking against her own volition, and she whimpered as Billy’s hips snapped forward, the head of his cock dipping further down her throat. 

“Don’t be an asshole, Aleksander. Sharing is caring.” 

“Yeah, well,” Aleks panted, withdrawing much to Alina’s disapproval, before pressing back in. The sensation made her thighs tremble, and she felt him hike them up over his shoulders. Her toes curled as she felt him practically cleave her in two. “Don’t know I care about you that much.”

“Bastard.”

Alina’s head was spinning, the push and pull of the two brothers between her, around her, taking up what little space was left in her head. Her body ached when they pulled out, as though affronted at the very thought of being empty, only truly content when she felt as though she might split apart at the seams as they both pressed inside of her, filling every last space of her between them. Her tongue lapped at the swelling knot at the base of Billy’s cock as his thrusts sped up, beginning to lose their rhythm, as his calloused fingers played with her tits. 

“Gonna cover every last inch of you in come,” she thought she heard him growl, her head spinning as her tongue massaged the length of him, her legs wrapped around Aleksander, his fingers toying with her clit. As she felt her own orgasm drawing closer with all the finesse of a hurricane. 

“Wouldn’t she be so pretty, Sasha? Coated in our come, cunt dripping with it, belly full with our chi—.” 

Aleksander’s hips snapped against hers, and Alina choked, the sounds around her splintering, breaking into shards of sensation as her orgasm forced tears into her eyes that blinded her to the rest of the world. Her hands reached out to steady themselves, desperate for something. Found her stepfather already reaching out, fingers threading through hers as he held her through her climax as her body grew tight—. 

And she felt both knots catch at the same time, filling her from both ends as Billy’s sealed itself just past her teeth, her jaw aching to hold his cock on her tongue, come spilling down her throat as she felt Aleksander’s spend paint every last inch of her womb. 

She blinked at the shape of Billy above her, all white teeth and feral need, his hips moving in a stilted, uncertain rhythm, felt Aleksander’s lips graze against the gland of her throat. She would’ve begged him to bite her, both of them to bite her, if she’d had the ability to do more than whimper and whine around the length of her uncle’s cock. With her lips sealed around the width of Billy’s knot there wasn’t much more to do besides try to breathe slowly through her nose and let them rearrange her. She felt warm, open-mouthed kisses pressed along the length of her throat, over her breasts and sternum as she went pliant and boneless, the heat a dull throb between her thighs. 

For now. 

They pulled her into the master shower when both of their knots had deflated enough for them to separate. Alina’s jaw and body ached even under the hot water, letting herself be turned between the two of them, kissing and sucking on the gland of her neck, on her wrists. Aleksander pressed the come that trickled down her thighs back up and into her with a possessive growl that made Alina’s skin break out into gooseflesh as Billy held onto her hips and kissed and bit the back of her neck. 

“I knew you’d be so good for us,” Aleksander purred, his praise enough to bring with it a new wave of slick, the heat of his pleasure enough to set her on fire for the both of them again. She went to her knees willingly, hiding the trembling of her thighs as she took Aleksander into her mouth, then Billy again, moaning at the taste of them as her own fingers played with her clit. It wasn’t enough, her own fingers would never be enough now that she knew how perfectly these two filled her, but it was a start. 

Her cunt thanked her for it when they stretched her out between the two of them, Billy on his knees and between her legs behind her, Aleksander below, their cocks working in tandem to make her come over and over again. Sasha licked at her tears when they spilled down her cheeks as the pressure of not just one knot, but two threatened to steal what breath and strength was left in her body. Billy smoothed his hands down the length of her spine, propping her hips up just so, relieving some of the strain as they pumped her full enough to distend her stomach, if only just. 

“Perfect omega,” Billy crooned, lips pressed just above the curve of her ass. 

“Sweet girl,” Aleksander praised, biting her earlobe. “Gonna bite you next time. Make you ours. Would you like that?” 

Saints. Would she ever. 

The sun had set, though Alina couldn’t remember when, her skin sticky-tight with sweat and come, consciousness hanging by a thread, balanced in the laps of both brothers as they thrust into her in alternating intervals. As Billy plundered her mouth, her jaw trained to open wide enough to take everything he could ever give her, Aleksander mouthed at her tits, already covered in bite marks and battle-glory bruises. Saying nothing about the curve of her ass and hips, both littered with handprints and finger-length marks from how tightly they gripped her. How they moved her body to fit more perfectly inside of her. 

Greedy monster that he was, Aleksander turned her face away from his brother, ignoring the sound of displeasure that came as a result, licking his way into her mouth with fervor. 

“Don’t get used to it, Sasha. I’m only letting you get away with this is because it was your idea,” Alina thought she heard Billy snarl, his fingers digging all the harder into her hips, lifting her with ease to seat her back on their cocks. 

“Always running that fucking mouth of yours,” Aleks growled as he pulled away from Alina’s lips, as her head lolled back onto Billy’s shoulder, chest heaving, fingers grasping at where Billy held her, and one of Aleks’ shoulders, trying to balance herself in a world that felt like gravity had become meaningless. She closed her eyes, and turned her face into the curve of Billy’s neck as she felt him grunt and pick up the pace, determined to find some extra space to carve out a piece for himself. As though her body hadn’t memorized the length of them both, the pressure that came from how thick their combined cocks were, how they stretched her to the limits of credulity, their come still spilling out of her even, spread over her thighs and the curve of her ass, as they worked to fill her to the brim all over again. 

She felt fingertips on her jaw, felt herself pulled forward, another free hand in her hair, as she was leaned up against Aleksander’s chest. 

“Going to bite you, Alina. We’re going to make you ours, sweet omega. Perfect girl. You want this, don’t you.” 

It didn’t sound like a question, but she nodded her head all the same, eyes hardly able to draw all the way up to look at him, fucked out and heat-addled and desperate for more. Desperate for release, for the press of their teeth where it mattered, where she’d hold the scars of it forever. Her own mouth salivated at the prospect of doing the same, returning the favor, making them hers as they made her theirs. 

No sooner had Aleksander come, his knot sliding into place within her, and pleasure-pain bloomed in the corners of her consciousness. His hand, still buried in her hair, angled her mouth over his gland, his growl a wordless command to bite down, and she tasted iron before she realized what had happened. 

Felt the world slide into place as Billy bit into her wrist as the base of his cock grew, splitting her world into the before and the after. With a whimper and a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she pulled her blood-smeared mouth from Aleksander’s gland to mouth and bite at Billy’s, pleasure and success filling her just as surely as the two men that curled themselves around her, holding her tight, the three of them fitting together like perfect jigsaw puzzle pieces. 

Her heat died down four days later, Aleksander hardly finding time enough to call in her absences to school before he fell back into bed with the other two, desperate not to give his brother more time with Alina than he got, even as she began to come back to the reality of their situation. 

It was then, with her body aching and dripping come onto the already destroyed sheets of what had been her mother’s bedroom, that Aleksander got the call saying that her mother had been lost in an accident. 

A freak accident, something about her rental car having been improper to drive, the brakes not functioning as they should’ve. Rain and sleet bad enough to make the city driving deadly. Billy already promised a lawsuit as he and Aleksander held Alina between the two of them, her eyes open but unseeing as they took turns kissing her, reassuring her it would be alright. 

The funeral was private, family and close friends only, Alina tucked firmly between the two men she called her mates as they watched her mother’s casket disappear into the earth. Her grandparents were horrified to learn that Aleksander was moving them far away, into the city. “It’ll help Alina to not see reminders of what she’s lost every day, and my brother has the extra space. It’s for the best, surely you understand.” 

Her glands itched, imprinted with the perfect replicas of the brothers’ teeth, hidden away under the thin fabric of her high collar, grateful for the unseasonable cold front that moved in and afforded her the dignity of not having to explain why her tears seemed to dry up as soon as the audience had gone. 

Or perhaps it had something to do with Billy cornering her in the bathroom of the funeral home, when she’d excused herself from the crush of the well-wishers, Billy's voice in her ear promising her that it’d all be over soon as he hiked up her dress, pulled aside the gusset of her panties, and gave her something to keep her distracted from the reality of the situation they faced. 

How fortunate for them that in the city, no one seemed to give two shits about the young omega who’d moved into a penthouse with two alphas, her schooling online for the remainder of the year to keep her on track to graduate. Her every evening spent cradled between the two men as they envisioned plans of their own, hands stroking her stomach, promising nothing but safety and security for as long as they lived. They were her mates, after all. They would always provide.