Imp note at end
|warning: daddy kink, overstimulation|
Athea felt like she was floating on the cloud. Her Omega was satisfied with the knots and special treatment she was receiving from her Alphas. It truly made her feel like she was safe with them and they would always take care of her. But one thought continuously nagged her. They did not mark her yet.
She was craving for a mark but the omega didn't know how to talk about it. They weren't exactly in the place to have a decent conversation. Her hormones were all over the place and she always wanted to be filled with their c***s.
She stretched her limbs, shifting on the other side of the bed when she realised that it was empty. Aron and Aries wanted to clean up the front yard and all the shards of glasses laying on the floor. The Om
