The omega and her triplet mates (the kids!)

Chapter 18: You are perfect as you are

Rose

The men returned around two in the morning with Linda following behind them.

She came over and hugged me.

“I thought you didn’t like me anymore,” I whispered.

“Of course I do. You didn’t do anything wrong at all, I just needed some space to think and clear my head.”

“And how do you feel now?” I asked.

“Better.”

“Are you sure? I doubt they gave you the option of staying behind,” I said, looking at our mates.

“Well, no, they didn’t,” she laughed, but said, “it’s ok though, they made it very clear how they feel about me, apparently they can’t live without me.” She giggled, blushing, and Romulus said, “of course we can’t, love, you’re our mate, you mean everything to us.”

“I think I’m learning just what it means to be with a werewolf, you take the whole commitment thing way more seriously than any human man,” she smiled.

I nodded, smiling. “Yep, loyalty and commitment are literally forever with us werewolves.”

“Fenris went crazy, he beat my gay friend up really bad, thinking he was my boyfriend, then Romulus went crazy and almost choked him to death.”

“Woah, calm down, I thought the guy was f.ucking you,” Romulus said, trying to somehow downplay it.

Seeing my face, Jax quickly said, “don’t worry, I stopped them, and everything’s sorted.”

I nodded and relaxed after they explained everything fully. I wasn’t surprised that they all wanted to sleep with Linda tonight, the wolf in them had thought they lost their mate, and now that she was back, they wanted to be close to her and by her side. But I won’t lie, it was hard for me. I hadn’t slept alone since before I had married the triplets, but I figured it was only one night.

It wasn’t, it was the next night and the next. They were all over her, kissing her, touching her. It felt like I didn’t even exist anymore. Ok, that wasn’t true, they still paid me attention, but it wasn’t much. I realized that this was how Linda must have felt. Our roles had swapped over, and now she was the one getting the most attention.

One day I had enough, and I just wanted to leave the house and get away. We needed to get some food for dinner anyway, so I decided to walk into town and get some shopping.

I felt better with the distraction. I grabbed myself a basket in the big grocery store and went over to the meat section. I accidentally knocked my basket against a woman’s and gave a shy laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I hadn’t knocked her basket hard, but she took great offense anyway. She glared at me, turned her nose up at me, and went back to looking at the meat, but when I passed her by, I heard her mutter, “stupid black b.itch.”

The words stung. It had been a while since I’d heard anyone throw racial slurs at me, and more often it was men. I walked around the corner and caught sight of myself in the mirrored reflection on the side of the frozen foods section.

I was a Black woman, my skin tone similar to Jennifer Hudson’s, the singer. I had the darkest of brown eyes and black tight, curly hair that just reached my b.reasts.

I was wearing my glasses today, thick black rimmed glasses, and wearing black leggings with a cream hoodie. I wasn’t slim, I was a little chubby still, and looking at myself after hearing her words had me feeling so down about myself. I felt ugly, and for the first time since I was a teenager, I stared at myself thinking, ‘I wish I could be white.’ Only school bullies had ever made me think that, and now here, this horrible woman. I don’t know why her words affected me so badly, perhaps because I was having a bad day? Perhaps because I was feeling jealous over Linda? I don’t know, but a sob escaped me, and I had to quickly try and swallow it, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by crying in public.

I quickly grabbed chicken, steaks, some cold meats, the rest of my shopping list, and then paid. I made it until I was at the end of our street before I finally broke down in tears.

I reached the front door and tried to calm myself before going inside, but Jax must have been nearby on the other side and heard me because he swung the door open and asked, “what the f***k’s wrong with you?”

I looked up at him and sobbed, “Jax!” I fell against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he hugged me tightly against him. “Woah, hey, my darling, what’s going on?”

I sobbed my words about what happened, and I sobbed what I’d never told any of them before, the darkest part of my insecurities. “I wish I was white.”

He pulled back to look down at me. Wiping my tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, he said, “no you don’t. You’re f.ucking beautiful and perfect as you are, darling. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel that way about yourself. What did the f.ucking Karen c.unt look like? I’ll hunt her down and f.ucking kill her.”

“No,” I sniffled, shaking my head because I knew he really would.

“The f.ucking b.itch deserves it, I’ll t.orture her, and you watch.”

“No,” I laughed and sniffled.

He looked disappointed that I wouldn’t let him, but sighing, he muttered,” fine, come here,” and pulled me back into his arms. He leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him back hard, desperate, like a woman drowning. He fell back against the door and mumbled, “woah,” against my lips.

He broke the kiss and said, “let’s get the meat put away first, darling.” He took the bags while I still clung to him, and opening the door, we fell inside, stumbling. Linda was there, and my heart sank. I thought he would go to her.

He handed her the bags and said, “can you put the shopping away, darling, I need to spend some time with Rose, and I’ll come find you later,” he said to her and kissed her softly on the lips.

“Of course,” she smiled. She noticed my tear stained face and hugged me before leaving us alone.

“Come on, darling,” Jax said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs. We were kissing and pulling one another’s clothes off. I got out of mine fine, but when Jax pulled his boxers down and tried to step out of them, he tripped and went crashing to the floor on his a.ss.

“f***k!” He yelped. I burst into laughter and said, “not the sexy look you were going for, was it.” He flipped me off, “f***k you.” Standing up, he grabbed me and growled, “get here you cheeky fucker,” and kissed me hard.

We fell to the bed with him on top, and I enjoyed his attentions on me as he kissed his way down my body. I moaned to the feel of his fingers lightly tickling their way up my leg and between my thighs, softly gasping when he reached where I was wet, lightly and teasingly running his fingers along the s.lit, before pushing them between my folds and rubbing my c.lit.

I cried out when he pushed his two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out slowly, allowing my body to adjust because I always struggled a little more with penetration than Linda did.

Leaning on his elbow above me, he asked huskily, “does that feel good, darling?” I nodded, and with his free hand next to my head, he softly stroked my hair and murmured, “good girl.”

He fingered me a while longer, and I couldn’t help running my hand down his body. I started with his broad shoulders, ran my hand over the muscles in his arms, and then worked my way down his muscular chest, to his abs, to that hot Adonis belt he had.

I played with it for a while, tracing my fingers over the V shape that led down to his pelvis and lower. He moaned softly under his breath when I went lower, wrapping my hand around his thick hardness. I knew he liked it being held hard, so I squeezed as hard as I could and stroked him, slowly working up to a faster pace.

“f***k, baby, keep doing that,” he groaned, fingering me harder, rougher.

I lasted all of two minutes before I grabbed his hand. “Stop! Or I’m going to come,” I panted.

“That’s kind of the point, darling,” he laughed.

“I don’t want to yet, I want you inside of me.”

“I can make you come more than once, you should know this by now,” he teased.

“Yes, I know, but the best o.rgasm for me is always the first one,” I smiled.

“Alright,” he grinned and pulled his fingers out of me. I looked down to see them wet and glistening from me. My breath hitched when I watched him slowly bring them up to his lips and slide them in his mouth, slowly sucking on them, running his tongue over his fingers, tasting me like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

Groaning, I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me. “Please take me and have your way with me,” I begged hungrily.

“Always, darling,” he murmured seductively and pushed himself inside of me, pinning my wrists down to the bed as he did. I met him thrust for thrust. Out of all my mates, Jax was always the roughest and wildly passionate when it came to s**x, he was so good at it too, I wasn’t exaggerating. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I remembered meeting him in the mental asylum and listening to him explain to me that he had studied the human anatomy throughly. I hadn’t known at that time that he meant it, that he studied it to help him with his killing and t.orture.

I had learned real fast that it’s how he knew where to cut or hit someone and kill them instantly, or as fast as possible for a human, it’s also how he knew to avoid certain areas if he wanted to prolong their suffering and keep the t.orture going on for as long as he wanted, and he knew how to perfectly cut up a body too.

I hadn’t seen any of this, it’s just what he had told me over the years, but his skills didn’t just lie in killing and t.orturing, they extended to the bedroom too. He knew where to touch you, he knew what parts of your body would cause the most amount of sensitivity, sensation, and pleasure, and he knew where the G-spot was. The list was endless, so it wasn’t very long at all before he brought me to climax, screaming and gripping the bedsheets.

I would say that when it came to the men in my life, that Jax was the one who didn’t last very long, perhaps half an hour tops before he climaxed. Romulus loved to wind him up about it, but I didn’t mind, sometimes that was perfect for me because I tended to get sore if it was too long, and if I did want to keep going, then Jax was more than able to keep going again and again afterward.

Nick was probably the one that took the longest with s**x, and then Romulus. Fenris was maybe in between Romulus and Jax, if he took half an hour, then Fenris lasted about an hour. They could all go again and again, but Nick was the only one who could go on all night long without finishing, or if he did finish, he could keep going on without needing a break or time to go again.

Jax pulled me into his arms and asked, “you feeling better now?”

“Yes,” I smiled.

“Good, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about your skin colour like that again, you’re perfect, and just to add, I love your beautiful black p*****.,” he grinned, his hand slid to my a.ss, and he murmured, “I love this gorgeous black a.rse too, you’re so f.ucking beautiful, Rose.”

I smiled warmly at him. “I love you so much, Jax. You always make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, you make me love me, and right now you make me love the fact that I’m a Black woman and that I shouldn’t care what some bitter person thinks of me. I’m perfect just the way I am.”

“You don’t need me for that, darling, you already are perfect whether I tell you or not, but I’m glad I’ve cheered you up. I love you so much.” He hugged me tightly, and I grinned happily against his chest. Jax wasn’t the most affectionate mate to have, he struggled to show his love and his more vulnerable side. He was so much better these days, but he still wasn’t overly affectionate, and he never would be, so it meant all the more when he did show that side of himself to me.