Chapter: 59
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The living room was imbued with a tranquil ambiance as father and son returned from their run. Layla gracefully set the table for a late breakfast, Dirk scarcely recognized the beautiful young woman before him. She had blossomed into a striking beauty, her long black hair elegantly tied in a ponytail, complemented by matching earrings and vibrant red lips. Her mischievous dark eyes sparkled as she moved around the small dining table, the flutter of her long skirt around her slim legs eliciting a smile from the older man. She was only five the last time he saw her, a stark reminder of how swiftly time had passed. A soft chuckle escaped him as he heard her voice rise above the classical melody playing in the background, her high-pitched notes slightly out of sync with the song's rhythm, yet she sang with unabashed joy.
Leon smiled and placed a reassuring hand on Dirk's shoulder. "She has missed you dearly and couldn't wait for you to awaken," his father expressed warmly, gently nudging Dirk with his arm. "Go greet your sister."
Dirk felt a prickling sensation in his eyes, he shook his head, attempting to dispel the tears that threatened to fall. "I have missed her as well, father," he managed to say with a quavering voice.
Leon nodded in understanding before responding, "I know, my son."
As Dirk and his father observed Layla's animated performance with smiles gracing their faces, Dirk felt compelled to approach her. Yet, Layla suddenly paused, seemingly aware of their presence behind her. Omegas are precious, and it was a regret that he had missed witnessing her growth. He would have cherished and shielded her with his life. The untold stories she held, the battles she had faced—these thoughts lingered briefly before he cleared his throat. Reflecting on the past would alter nothing; his focus should be on ensuring that the present was a cherished and unforgettable time for him and his family.
Layla turned her head towards them, beaming upon seeing her brother. She jumped up and rushed to hug him, laughter filling the room as Dirk circled his hand around his sister's waist, playfully twirling her around as if she were still five. Her infectious laughter enveloped him, and soon they were both laughing uncontrollably. When he gently set her down, he couldn't help but smile at the blush that adorned her cheeks. She was overjoyed to have her brother back, her excitement palpable.
"I've missed you, Pumpkin," he whispered, using the affectionate nickname he had given her.
Layla beamed once more, tears glistening in her eyes. She quickly turned away and fled from the room. "Lay—" Dirk began to call out, but his father held him back, his grip firm yet reassuring. Dirk cast worried eyes toward his father.
"She's an Omega, give her a moment, trust me," Leon murmured, prompting Dirk to wipe at his own eyes before nodding in acknowledgment of his father's words.
"Hello, my boys!" Dare's voice called out as he came out from the kitchen, setting down a dish before enveloping both men in a warm hug. "How was the run?" he inquired, glancing at his mate.
Leon stood tall, a proud grin on his face, his chest puffed out. "I beat him, just as I said I would... He's no match for his father!" he boasted to his mate, eliciting a chuckle from Dirk at the range of expressions crossing his Birth Omega's face. "I'm telling you, Honey!" Leon continued.
"We're quite certain he let you win," chimed in the voices of the triplets, drawing their attention towards the door. The Lycgers stood there, exuding a commanding aura that filled the room with their presence, causing Dirk to involuntarily gulp and take a step back. As always, when faced with the three Alphas, he shuddered uncontrollably. Each of them had their own way of instilling fear and submission in him, and he couldn't deny how deeply they affected him, a fact that never failed to unsettle him.
Leon's expression shifted, his gaze locking with the Lycgers, a hint of defiance in his eyes. "I won fair and square," he retorted, a touch of petulance in his tone. Dirk fought back a smile, recognizing the proud glimmer in the elder Lion's eyes and fully aware that the boasting would continue until someone acknowledged his triumph.
"No, you won because Dirk allowed you to," Seth countered.
Echoing his brother's sentiment, Kurt interjected, "Our mate might have a bad leg, but he's the strongest Mob Boss I've ever known—oww!" His protest was cut short by a sharp smack from Tricc at the back of his head. "What the heck, Tricc!" Kurt snapped, glaring at his brother.
"Shut it, loudmouth!" Tricc seethed, his gaze locked fiercely on his sibling. Kurt appeared ready to retaliate, but Seth intervened before the situation escalated further.
"Enough bickering, both of you. You're grown men now; how many times do I have to remind you?" Seth sighed wearily, rubbing his temples. "You two are insufferable," he concluded, resigning to their squabble.
Leon smiled, reminiscing on their past disagreements but noting how their affection for Dirk seemed to have tempered their conflicts. He recalled how Conri had fretted over his sons upon learning they shared one mate. "We've just returned from a run that I won. I'd like to freshen up and enjoy a late breakfast with my family if you gentlemen would permit," Leon proposed courteously, the Lycger brothers reluctantly conceding with nods.
"May we join you for breakfast?" Kurt inquired.
"Why? Didn't you eat at home?" Layla interjected, appearing from around the corner. Upon catching the Lycgers' gaze, she shrank back and sought refuge behind her father.
Dare nodded eagerly. "Certainly, there's plenty for everyone. Layla and I have been busy all morning," he mentioned, guiding them towards the table.
Dirk felt a surge of tension as the presence of the Lycgers unsettled him. His Lion stirred within him, a restless beast eager to engage with his mates, a desire that mirrored Dirk's own inner turmoil. "I... um... I should go take a shower," he stammered, avoiding eye contact with his mates as he made a hasty retreat towards the door, not waiting for a response.
The Lycgers watched him depart with hunger evident in their eyes, their gazes lingering on him as he walked away.
Layla, exasperated by their intensity, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You might as well follow him, why don't you?" she quipped, prompting the triplets to turn towards her once more. Anticipating their reaction, she swiftly ducked under the table to avoid their scrutiny.
(If you're going to hide, you might as well stop talking.) Noira's voice reached out to her best friend, sensing Layla's unease and submission.
(Your brothers are scary!) Layla responded, nervously biting her lip.
(They can be idiots too.) Noira retorted, and the two friends shared a laugh.
(That they are,) Layla agreed. (Help!) she called out playfully, smiling as Noira chuckled in response.
(On my way.) Noira assured her, and Layla nodded softly in acknowledgment. Slowly, she rose from her hiding spot and took her seat at the table, avoiding any direct contact with the Lycgers, sensing their piercing stares burning holes into her head.
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Once in his room, Dirk closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood as he shut his eyes. (It's good to be awake,) he remarked to his Lion, smiling at the familiar growl in response.
(I like being around them,) Bane confessed softly, prompting Dirk to nod in agreement. (I need them, crave them,) Bane continued, causing Dirk's breath to hitch. (Remember how incredible it felt the last time Kurt kissed us, touched us... I want to experience that again. Always,) Bane expressed longingly, eliciting a moan from Dirk as he quickly covered his mouth, the sound escaping in the solitude of his room.
"Please, Bane, stop talking," Dirk implored his Lion aloud, his eyes flicking down to his growing arousal. "We still have to sit in front of them for breakfast. If we're in this state, how do you think breakfast will go?" He reasoned, shedding his clothes and attempting to ignore the discomfort of his raging desire. Stepping into the bathroom, he focused on calming himself before turning on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, relieving the strain from his sore body and aching leg. With a deep breath, his muscles began to relax slightly.
As the warm water enveloped him, Dirk leaned his head against the tiled wall, his eyes closed, savoring the sensation of the hot water soothing his skin. The steam rose around him as he lathered soap onto his hands, working out the knots in his shoulders from the run. When the steam intensified and his hair began to frizz, he turned off the water, drying himself off with a towel and wrapping another around his waist, before emerging into his bedroom. Startled by the intense gaze fixed upon him from the doorway, Dirk stumbled slightly but managed to steady himself by grasping the door frame.
Struggling to compose himself, he questioned with a shaky voice, "H-How... W-Why?"
Taking a step forward, Seth led the way, with Tricc and Kurt flanking him, their eyes locked on Dirk's damp, alluring, and still visibly aroused form. "We overheard you," Seth revealed, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Dirk's flustered reaction, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape.
"What?" Dirk inquired, finally meeting their gaze once more.
"Your pheromones, they cloud our senses, drawing us in... we heard Bane," Kurt explained, his voice low and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Bane?" Dirk whimpered, his body trembling with fear. Naked except for the towel around his waist, he felt exposed and vulnerable under their intense gaze, their intentions clear in their eyes. Realization dawned on him, understanding what this meant for all of them. "Oh, God," he moaned, his head spinning and eyes welling up with tears.
Unbeknownst to him, his pheromones filled the room, their potent scent affecting the Lycgers. Tricc advanced towards him, causing Dirk to back away until his back met the doorframe, eliciting another desperate moan. Overcome by the overwhelming arousal in the room, Dirk's body reacted, his desire evident even through the towel wrapped around his waist.
"T-T-Tricc..." Dirk pleaded, yearning to escape the situation.
"Yes, Jellybean," Tricc responded, halting his approach but remaining only a few feet away. Extending his hand, Tricc met Dirk's gaze and softly commanded, "Hold my hand." Dirk complied eagerly, their fingers intertwining as Tricc closed the distance between them, cupping Dirk's face and pressing their foreheads together. "Open your eyes, Jellybean. I want to see Bane," Tricc whispered.
Reluctantly, Dirk opened his eyes, meeting Tricc's intense gaze. The presence of the Lycgers' desires intensified, overwhelming the room with a potent mix of arousal and need. Driven by a force beyond his understanding, Dirk found himself pleading, "K-Kiss me... please," tears streaming down his cheeks, his fear and desperation evident.
Tricc, seemingly taken aback by the request, sought clarification. "What was that, Jellybean?" he inquired, his gaze locked onto Dirk's tear-streaked face.
A shudder rushed through Dirk, like an electricity wave, running all through his body, making his muscles quiver. "I said kiss me. I want to feel your lips on mine!" He cried, his voice shaking. "Please, kiss me!" He begged, his hand sliding along Tricc's arm, clutching onto his sleeve tightly.
Tricc nodded, his hands moving to hold onto the Lion's face, cupping it as his eyes raked over Dirk's gorgeous features. He leaned forward, bringing their faces together, their noses touching, their foreheads lightly bumping together as they inhaled each other's intoxicating scent. "Your scent...so delicious, it weakens me," Tricc muttered, causing Dirk to whimper, his legs growing soft.
Kurt's low growl reverberated in the room, his fangs flickering as Seth let out a primal roar. They inched closer, pausing as they watched Tricc lean in towards Dirk.
Eyes shut tight, Dirk held his breath, feeling Tricc's gentle breath against his nose, sending shivers across his skin. Tricc's lips met his in a deep, passionate kiss, eliciting a moan from Dirk as he melted into the embrace, their breaths mingling in a whirlwind of sensation. Lost in the intensity of the moment, Dirk could focus on nothing but the feeling of Tricc's lips against his own, the overwhelming scent of the Lycger invading his senses and consuming his awareness.
A low hum escaped Dirk as he eagerly returned the kiss, feeling a tight knot form in his stomach at the sound of Tricc's quiet groan. His fingers curled into Tricc's shirt, nails digging into his skin as Tricc worshipped his lips with delicate yet dominating kisses, a sense of desperation evident in his touch. Their bodies pressed together, the connection between them electric and consuming, as Dirk found himself lost in the pleasure that Tricc's kisses brought him, unable to resist the overwhelming craving that washed over him. It was a sensation unlike any other, leaving him breathless and utterly captivated by the allure of their shared desire.
The intense kiss left Dirk gasping for breath, his moans echoing loudly in the room as his bones turned to jelly, every nerve tingling with pleasure. His legs grew so weak they couldn't keep him standing, and Dirk found himself slipping from Tricc's embrace. Strong arms enveloped him from behind, lifting him effortlessly as if he weighed nothing, and Dirk found himself floating in Seth's embrace, still connected to Tricc in a passionate kiss.
Carried to the bed with utmost care, Dirk was gently laid down by Seth, who handled him as if he were fragile and delicate. The thought of being handled more roughly by Seth caused a surge of arousal to course through Dirk, nearly causing him to lose control right then and there.
The towel.
As the reality of the towel wrapped around his waist dawned on him, Dirk's fingers fumbled to release it, exposing his naked body to the hungry gazes of Tricc, Seth, and Kurt. Kurt eagerly joined them on the bed, drawn in by the irresistible pull of their shared desire.
The Lycgers began to shift within them, and Dirk cried out as he felt Bane rising to the surface, a deep, primal moan escaping him as Bane took control. In an explosion of pleasure, Dirk released himself, his essence spilling over his own body and onto his lovers, marking them all in a primal display of their shared passion.
With that final release, there was no turning back. The bond between them had been sealed, their desires laid bare and fulfilled in a moment of raw, unbridled passion. It was a point of no return, a culmination of their deepest longings, and the beginning of a new chapter in their shared journey.
The scent of his release mingled with Dirk's soft moans, had the Lycgers losing their minds.
Their controls slipping.