Chapter 7 How Was Your First Time?

• Elara POV
• I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I slept the best I have in years. No nightmares plagued me. An arm tightens around me, and Zane tugs me closer to him. I almost forgot I was in his bed.
• I wiggle into him, enjoying his warmth, and he moans in his sleep. He presses himself against his back, and I feel something hard. I stop wiggling. I am frozen. I have cuddled with the triplets many times before, and none of them have ever woken up hard before.
• Zane's hand presses against my stomach, holding me in place, and a weird feeling tightens in my stomach. Being held against him like this feels wrong, but it also feels right.
• He nuzzles his nose into my neck and inhales deeply. "Good morning," he growls into my ear.
• "Morning," I whisper back.
• My eyes glance around the room. Zeke and Zeus are looking at me. Their eyes are dark and wide. I swallow hard and try to wiggle out of Zane's arms, but he refuses to let me go.
• "I need to get my clothes from the car," I say, trying to make an excuse to get away from Zane's monstrous cock.
• "Before you go," Zane holds me close. "I have some questions."
• "I don't want to talk about last night," I spit out. "I am not ready."
• Zane's breath is hot on the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "This isn't about last night."
• "Okay," I say. "What do you want to know?"
• "How was your first time?" Zane asks boldly.
• My heart begins to race. Zane is clearly aroused, and he wants to know about my sex life. This feels like a trap.
• "My first time for what?" I play stupid.
• Zane rolls me onto my back and pins me beneath him. Zeus growls from across the room, but Zane doesn't let me up. "Your first sexual experience," he clarifies. "How was it?"
• "You aren't going to let me up unless I tell you, are you?" I sigh.
• "Nope," Zane says.
• I try to fight against Zane but, he isn't giving up. I let out a frustrated grunt and glare into Zane's eyes. "It was normal."
• Zane cocks his head to the side and smirks. "Normal?"
• "It was awful," I groan. "I just laid there and looked at the ceiling. His sweat was dripping all over me, and it was just gross. If I never have sex ever again, it will be too soon."
• Zane climbs off of me with a concerned look in his eyes. I rush from the bed, but I don't make it to the door before Zeus grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder.
• I squeal in protest, but he lays me gently on his bed. He is hovering over me but not touching me. "What do you mean it was gross?"
• "Just like I said," I tell Zeus. "It was gross, and I don't plan on doing it ever again."
• "He didn't take care of your needs?" Zeke questions from his bed.
• "This is uncomfortable," I squirm under Zeus.
• "We have always told each other everything," Zane reminds me. "You can tell us anything. You are safe with us."
• "What kind of needs was he supposed to take care of?" I ask. "Isn't sex just for the guy anyway?"
• "Oh, Princess," Zeus moans. "You have needs."
• I swallow hard. "What kind of needs?"
• "I could show you," Zeus tells me. "But I think Zeke would be gentler."
• My eyes dart over to Zeke, and he is staring at me. Zeus climbs off me and motions for Zeke to take his place.
• "What do you mean?" I ask.
• "Do you trust us?" Zane asks from across the room.
• "Of course," I reply. "I love you all."
• Zeke looks at Zane, and he shrugs his shoulders. Zeke slowly approaches Zeus's bed and lies down beside me. He places his hand on my stomach, and my breath hitches.
• "Did that asshole even bother to try to make you wet?" Zane asks.
• My throat feels thick, and I shake my head. I wrinkle my nose as I think about how Kevin forced his way into me. It felt like my insides were ripping.
• Zeke's hand inches its way toward the waistband of my shorts, and I hold my breath. "Do you want me to stop?"
• I am conflicted. This feels wrong on so many levels, but I don't want him to stop. I want to know what he is talking about. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and shake my head.
• "Relax," Zeus whispers next to my ear.
• I take a deep breath as Zeke's hand inches under my shorts. "No panties," Zeke announces to his brothers, and they both groan.
• His fingers brush against my pelvic bone, and I whimper. Zeus tilts my head so I am looking into his eyes. "Just look at me," he tells me.
• "I can't," I shout.
• Zeke pulls his hands from my shorts, and I dart from the bed. I am pacing the room, running my fingers through my hair. "What is happening? I shouldn't feel this way toward you three."
• "What do you feel?" Zane demands to know.
• "Nothing," I spit back in return.
• "We aren't related," Zeus reminds me. "We just happened to be raised together."
• He steps behind me and wraps his arms around me. I lean back against his chest, and I can feel his erection against my back. Why are they all turned on? Why am I?
• "Trust us," Zeus whispers. "You won't be sorry. Let us show you what that idiot didn't."
• Pushing away from Zeus, I back away from them. I hold up my hands to keep them from approaching me. "I can't do this," I whisper.
• My robe is across the room. I would have to pass the triplets in order to get to it. It isn't worth the risk. My body is betraying me. I can feel the wetness forming in my shorts. If one of them touches me again, I won't be able to say no.
• I turn the doorknob and leave. None of them come after me, and it is a relief. I need time to clear my head.
• Tiptoeing down the hall, I try not to draw any attention to myself. None of the Omegas find it weird that I am leaving the triplets room. I have stayed with them more often than not. I am almost at my door, and I think I am in the clear when Dad rounds the corner with my suitcase in his hands.
• He looks me up and down, sniffing the air. "Did you stay in the clubhouse last night?" He asks.
• "I did," I say, trying to keep my face neutral.
• "I think it would be best if you didn't do that anymore," he tells me.
• "You are probably right," I admit.
• He hands me my suitcase and storms off toward the clubhouse. I don't want to be around when shit hits the fan, so I duck into my bedroom and shut the door.
• 'You have to leave,' a voice echoes in my mind. 'The Obsidian Pack isn't your home anymore.'
• "I am afraid," I admit aloud.
• 'Be afraid,' the voice tells me. 'But do it anyway.'