Bella sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding. When she had first moved to Forks, she had no idea it would lead to this. Being an Omega was... hard. She sighed. The room was beautiful, full of the smell of flowers and subtle perfume. She wondered who had cleaned it up, who had made the bed so neatly and put roses and sunflowers in all the vases. Probably Esme. The curtains were a deep burgundy red, with matching bed sheets, and the walls were a pristine white. It truly was the most perfect room for the ceremony.
Bella had only been waiting for a few minutes, but it felt like she had been waiting her entire life. Ever since she started presenting as an Omega at age fifteen her scent had been getting stronger and stronger, until it caused every Beta and Alpha in the same room to start paying attention to her. Last week, though, she had fully presented, meaning it was time for the ceremony.
Embarrassingly, it had happened in the middle of a Biology lesson. Bella hadn't noticed at first, though she did feel a sort of warm feeling in her stomach, but then Edward Cullen started to cover his nose and tried to push her out the door. She only understood what he was doing when a minute later the other Betas in the class started to follow him, all of them hoping to claim her as their own. Luckily, Edward's heightened vampire senses had let him know it was happening before it hit fully, so she was saved the embarrassment of having to turn down all the other boys.
It was weird, she had never really thought about what would happen when she fully presented. She knew about it of course -- she had learnt about the marriage process in sex ed, how her husbands would be selected when she fully presented by matching her scent with the most compatible. It was all done by committee, of course, so no one got to choose who they were matched with. You could if you wanted to, but everyone knew how accurate the commitee was. It was the best option.
Bella bit her lip. Secretly, she had been hoping to get claimed by one of the elusive, secretive Cullens before the committee could choose. She had befriended Edward when she moved and then discovered his secret, and she knew that, in order to keep his secret, he couldn't put his scent in the database, so the only way to get matched with him would have to be if he claimed her himself, without the help of the committee. It was seeming less and less likely, though.
The Cullens had been kind though. When she presented they had whisked her away to their house and set up a spare room for her to use as the ceremony room. They had known, Bella guessed, that she wouldn't want to perform the ceremony in her childhood bedroom. She wanted it to be special.
Bella certainly looked special. She was wearing a pretty white dress -- the traditional Omega colour -- with ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair, too, was tied back with a ribbon, and her shoes were matching white, all of it courtesy of her friend Alice, of course. Bella looked pretty as a picture. She hoped her husbands would agree.
She would get two partners -- an Alpha and an Beta -- and they would both be sealed to her, as her husbands. She was excited, truth be told, despite how nervous she was. Everyone secretly dreamed of love and happiness, and this was the start of hers. Bella glanced at her watch.
She had been waiting ten minutes. It was normal to have a fifteen minute wait, so you could read over the files of your mates, but Bella hadn't been given any files. There had been a mix up, apparently, and she was going to have to meet her new husbands without knowing anything about them.
When the last five minutes were up, Bella heard a knock at the door. It was polite, but confident nonetheless.
"Come in," she called softly. Her heart beat a little faster.
The door opened and in stepped Edward Cullen, the trademarked crooked smile on his face. He was wearing a crisp black suit -- the outfit of a Beta -- and he looked very pleased with himself.
"Edward?" Bella's eyes widened. What was he doing there? Did he need to give her a message or something, because it looked like he was there to claim her -- but she knew that couldn't be possible.
Edward took a moment to answer, and in that time another figure stepped through the door. A gorgeous, commanding, utterly mesmerizing figure, dressed in a figure hugging, blood red dress, with her hair falling gracefully in a blonde veil behind her back. Rosalie.
Bella was stunned. It didn't make any sense. Rosalie and Edward? They were both dressed like... they were meant to be her partners. She gaped at them, unable to find any words. Rosalie smirked at her, her gaze sultry.
"Good evening, Isabella."
"Uh, hi, Rosalie." Bella couldn't remember the last time Rosalie had spoken to her -- in fact, she was pretty sure the vampire hated her -- but she would be lying if she said the sound of Rosalie saying her full name like that didn't send shivers down her spine.
Edward closed the door behind them and stepped forwards. Bella stood up from the edge of the bed. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, she really wasn't sure what to say.
"You're probably going to think I'm stupid," Bella said eventually. "But are you two here because of -- because of the ceremony?"
Edward nodded. "Yes, Bella. We are."
Bella was taken aback with shock. It made no sense. She couldn't deny the sexual tension in the room though, or the way Rosalie was looking her up and down with relish. Rosalie stepped towards her, her face just inches from Bella's.
"So we're betrothed then?"
Bella's breath hitched as she felt Rosalie's fingers trace the edges of her jaw. "Yes, my dear... it took a while to sort out, but you're mine now."
Bella felt a thrill go through her. "How?"
"Bella, dear, I've been wanting to bed you since I first laid my eyes on you. You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself." Rosalie moved a little closer.
Edward lent suavely against the wall, watching Bella's reactions. "We had to call in a few favours to make sure you weren't matched with anyone else, but it was the best option. Now that you know what we are, we thought that you really should join the family. Not as a vampire, of course, but as our betrothed."
"To be your Omega?"
"Yes, if you'll have us," Rosalie said. "Edward as your Beta, myself as your Alpha."
Bella looked into Rosalie's eyes, at the beautiful gold eyes of the girl who wanted to be her Alpha. They were swimming with emotion -- care and concern, lust, and, somehow, love as well. How could Bella refuse?
"Of course," she said. She was nearly breathless.
Rosalie smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."
"You should know I've, uh, I've never done this."
Rosalie quirked a perfect eyebrow. "You've never had sex?"
"No, I've never kissed anyone."
Edward placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch gentle. "It's okay, we can go as slow as you want to. There's no pressure."
Bella relaxed into his touch. Being in his protection and Rosalie's, it felt like she would never be tired or hungry or hurt ever again. It felt safe. Bella could feel a warm sensation in her stomach, though, reaching out to the rest of her body. Her nerves were already set alight with desire.
"No, I want to," she laughed. "I'm just nervous."
"Allow me to make it easier, then," Rosalie took Bella's face in her hands and pressed their lips together.
Rosalie's lips were cold and hard against Bella's, and yet in the heat of the moment they still felt soft. It was passionate and full of desire, the simple need to feel each other winning out. Bella lent in hungrily to the kiss. Her nerves buzzed with electricity, it was like they were burning. She couldn't control herself -- she could barely breathe -- she just knew she needed more.
Rosalie slid her hands down Bella's body, stroking the curve of her neck and her chest. One hand came to stop at her chest, pulling gently at the fabric of her dress, while the other one traced its way gently down to her thigh. Bella moaned as Rosalie touched her through the white cloth, her fingers dancing across sensitive flesh but never quite reaching where she wanted it most.
Rosalie broke away for a moment, her lips still only inches away from Bella's. "I could claim you right here, you could be mine, if you wanted," she whispered against the Omega's mouth. "We could make the marriage official, we could have a whole litter together, and then Edward's too."
Bella nodded, breathless. "Or we could be traditional and wait until you go into heat, we could kiss all night long instead, if you wanted," Rosalie continued.
Nothing sounded better to Bella in that moment than being in the arms of her Alpha and her Beta. Rosalie pushed her slowly down onto the bed, her arms pinning Bella down. Rosalie lifted herself above her lover and kissed her hard. They melted together, soft lips and soft hands mapping out the pathways were they touched.
Beside her, Bella felt the mattress sink as Edward joined them, slowly lifting his hand up to caress her side. He seemed happy just to lie there like that while the blood rushing to Bella's cheeks were staining them bright red.
When Rosalie pulled away, she was grinning like the cat that got the cream. Bella sighed happily.
"There's plenty more where that came from," Rosalie purred. "But for now I think it's time for the human to sleep."
Bella was about to protest but, in truth, she was already holding back a yawn. Instead she nodded her head.
"Okay Rosalie," she said. Rosalie got up off her, letting her stand.
Slowly, Bella got to her feet and reached behind her for the ribbon tying her dress back. She pulled on the bow and then unhooked the buttons, trying to be as sensual as she could while doing it. Rosalie laughed.
"You're adorable," Rosalie said as she pulled Bella's dress down further. Her eyes glanced briefly at the rest of Bella's body, now covered only in her lacy white underwear.
Bella hummed in response. She felt a little awkward getting changed in front of Edward and Rosalie, but she knew they wouldn't judge her. "Did Alice leave out any pyjamas for me?" She asked.
"No, she didn't," Edward said. "I don't think she thought you would do much sleeping." He smirked.
Bella blushed a deeper red. After a pause to decide what she was going to wear, she let the dress fall completely to the floor and stepped out of it. She climbed into bed, next to Rosalie, her nearly bear skin electric next to the blonde's. Edward joined them on the other side, tucking the blankets around her.
"You'll stay tonight?" she said, her voice small and fragile. Rosalie's heart nearly broke.
"Of course, Isabella," Rosalie reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind Bella's ear. "Goodnight, my love."
"Goodnight Rosalie, good night Edward."