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lotus
I’M PREPARED TO argue through the door. I figure they’ll come and tell me I’m being unreasonable.
I’m not, though.
Whatever’s going on with Arrow, everything about it makes us all awful, and there’s no way I win. If I don’t touch him, then I’m hurting myself and him and making everything difficult. If I do touch him, then I’m engaging in infidelity.
He’s married to his high school sweetheart, for God’s sake. I can just imagine this poor woman, married to a police detective who dies suddenly, and of course, she wants him back. I mean, look at Arrow. Anyone would.
Or am I just biased because of this weird fated, scent-matched thing?
And if I do have this weird fated thing, does that mean it just excuses everything?
Anyway, they don’t come.
They don’t knock on the door and they don’t argue with me.
I wonder at myself, anyway.
When they were trying to kill me, I didn’t do anything, but when one of them has a secret wife, I lock myself in a room?
Actually, that’s not true. When I found out they were trying to kill me, I did try to get away, actually. I remember trying to get away.
The thing is, I’m screwed.
No matter what, I can’t get away, and my own body is working against me, so it doesn’t matter.
I’m so distraught by this idea that I fling myself down on the bed and sob. I was crying before, I remember, back in that safe house. I hated it then. I hate it now.
But maybe I need to cry. Maybe I need the release.
I don’t even know.
I give myself over to it, and I think about the bleakness of my future. What future do I even have?
That’s when I remember that someone took my ability to make babies away from me.
I don’t even know how old I am anymore. I came into the facility at Cedar Falls at the age of twenty-one, so it wasn’t as if, back then, I was ready to be a mom. I don’t know if I’m ready now. But I don’t like it that I don’t even have a damned choice.
The tears come harder and faster.
I’m sure that one of the alphas is going to hear them and come for me. Positive.
Then I wonder why.
I remember telling Striker I didn’t need anyone to look after me, and it’s true. I don’t.
I’ve always been fiercely independent.
My whole life, people have assumed that I’m in need of assistance, that I’m too stupid or too pretty or too female or too whatever to do things on my own. They’re always trying to help me, as if I have a big sign on my head that says that I’m bad at things.
And yet, here I am, crying on this bed pathetically waiting for my alphas to come and save me.
I force the tears away. I sit up on the bed, wipe my eyes, and gaze off into the distance, taking deep breaths. I’m fine on my own. I don’t need anyone. I will not be pathetic and needy.
This is working fine until I start getting aroused.
I don’t understand it.
It’s been happening since we left Cedar Falls. Sometimes, it’s triggered by the alphas in some way, their scents or their presence or even casting an accidental glance at their crotches or something. But sometimes, it seems to come for me unbidden.
This time, it builds on itself like a fiery inferno. Every minute ticks by, making it worse, until I’m practically on fire.
It’s humbling.
I’d love to not be pathetic. I’d love not to be needy. I’d love to be independent.
But right now, I need my alphas, and I cannot deny that. I’m in a very bad way.
I limp over to the door, gasping with every step. It’s starting to get so bad that it hurts. I remember the painful arousal from before, and I wish I understood what triggered it.
Maybe I shouldn’t let myself get emotional? Is it the tears?
Or maybe it was trying to shove the tears away, trying to control myself?
Maybe I need to accept the fact that I am out of control?
I open the door and move into the hallway.
But immediately, I lose my balance. I let out a whine, going down on my hands and knees.
They come out of the kitchen all at once, and they’re running for me.
I’ve never been so pleased to be drawn into their arms in my life. It feels like coming home after a long journey. It feels like waking up on a perfect spring morning and having nothing to do all day long. It feels like relief and safety and the promise of pleasure.
I put my hands on them, one after the other, practically pawing their chests and their stomachs. “Please,” I manage in a throaty voice. “Need.”
“Shit, omega,” says Striker. “How’d you get this bad again?”
“Again?” says Calix tightly. “She’s been like this before?”
Striker’s undoing his pants.
I salivate, eager.
“Here, baby girl,” he says, feeding me his cock. “Here, suck on that, there you go.”
I groan, sucking him hard, and it helps almost immediately.
“This is not normal,” says Calix, rubbing my hair. “We need to get her to a bed right now and get her clothes off.”
I moan my agreement. That sounds perfect.
“Who’s knot hasn’t she had?” says Calix, who’s lifting me along with Striker and Knight, while I continue to suck plaintively on Striker’s cock. I want to get his knot into my mouth. I’m trying, but there’s no way I can fit it.
“Mine,” says Arrow. “But after that thing about my wife—”
“Doesn’t matter,” says Calix. “You and I got to knot her. Same time, I think, so we’ll just gauge size, and whoever’s smaller knots her ass.”
“Sure,” says Arrow, not even blinking about talking about the size of his cock. Anyway, I know that they are all ridiculously enormous, the way alphas tend to be.
I’m still trying to get Striker’s knot into my mouth. Why can’t I stretch enough to get it? I whine again, this time in frustration.
But now I’m being deposited on the bed, and all of my alphas’ fingers are deftly removing my clothing, and I’m rubbing every bit of skin that gets bared into their hands. They are all nicely obliging, stroking me all over, putting their mouths on my skin.
“She’s fucking perfect,” says Calix in wonder as I’m revealed to him. “Look at her. I’ve never seen a prettier little omega.”
“I know,” says Arrow, reverent.
Striker adjusts himself on the bed so that I can have better access to his cock, gently stroking my cheek as I continue to try to stretch around his knot. “Omega,” he breathes, “stop that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“What’s she doing?” says Arrow, who’s running his fingers on the inside of my thigh.
“Trying to get my knot in her mouth,” says Striker, affectionate and amused. “Hey, Knight, get up here and we’ll take turns in her mouth, and that’ll keep her too busy for that.”
I make a happy noise around Striker’s hard heat. I want Knight’s cock in my mouth.
“Who’s cock is bigger?” Arrow says.
Knight settles down next to Striker, his dick bare and hard for me.
I squeal happily and move over to start suckling him.
He sighs. “Good girl,” he tells me, stroking my hair.
“They’re the same,” says Knight.
“It occurs to me you haven’t knotted anyone,” says Arrow to Calix. “You have her ass, I guess.”
“You sure?” says Calix, fingers trailing into my crease.
I shiver. I’ve never been fucked there. Well, maybe during a heat that I don’t remember at the facility, I suppose, but it feels like that shouldn’t count.
“What do you think, pretty girl?” says Calix. “You want to pick which cock goes where, baby?”
“Mnmm mmm,” I say around Knight’s cock. I do not care.
Striker pulls me up off Knight’s cock.
I moan in disappointment, trying to get at his.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says, “have you ever had a knot in your ass?”
“Not even a cock in there,” I say and sink down on Striker.
“Shit,” says Calix softly. “I promise to be very careful with you, omega.”
Whatever. None of the alphas have been careful thus far.
Calix is moving off the bed, leaving the room.
I come up off of Striker, suddenly panicking. He can’t leave. I need him. I need all of them. “Where are you going?”
“Looking for lube, omega,” he says. “You’re slick as all hell. Maybe that’ll be enough, just transfer that, but I don’t want to take chances.”
“Oh,” I say, placated.
“Omega,” says Knight, nudging his cock into my mouth again. “We’ve got you. It’s okay. Let us take care of you.”
I feel those words settle into some hollow part of me, filling it up in a way that makes me shudder. I hadn’t realized that I’d been waiting for that, for this level of care and attention, maybe forever.
Tears prick my eyes as I suck hard on Knight, but they are good tears.
And moments later, Calix is back, and he has aloe vera gel, which… is that a good lube? I don’t know, and I guess I don’t care. I suppose this is a vacation house that a family uses, and they probably don’t keep drawers full of sex toys and lubricants and stuff. But we probably should have thought to get something at the grocery store. Oops.
Calix arranges us further, having Arrow lie down under me, so that I’m straddling his face.
“Make her come,” Calix tells Arrow as he starts to toy with my asshole.
I feel the first long strip of Arrow’s tongue on my clit and everything gets hazy.
I have a cock in my mouth, always a cock, but I’m not always sure whose it is. Striker and Knight are taking turns, sometimes one cock is nudging its way against my lips and I come off the one I’m sucking to suck the other one. They both taste good, and—at first—they’re distinctive tastes, but then they begin to get mingled in my mouth, and they taste even better together, complimenting each other like the layers of some perfectly prepared dish, and I only know I have a mouth full of alpha, and that I like it.
Arrow licks me, and this becomes the anchor of sensation, nudging me into stratospheric pleasure, but it’s underneath everything, and everything else that’s happening works in service of it.
Calix rubs my slick from my pussy to my ass, and then—at some point—there’s the sweet shock of cold lube against my skin. And then his fingers, easing their way in, one at a time, a stretch that grows more and more intense, but is so gradual that it only feels good, never invasive.
When I finally come, I’ve swallowed down both Striker’s and Knight’s releases—though they stay hard even after, and I still get to suck them.
The orgasm feels too big for my body to contain, like it opens me up wide, like it makes room for everything I am about to receive, that I need to receive.
And then we’re moving, and my alphas are lifting me, all of their strong hands on me, and I feel like a feather, and they touch me gently, like I’m precious. They deposit me down onto Arrow, who’s lying on the bed.
He reaches down and notches his thick cock against my wet pussy. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he breathes, breaching me.
My alphas help me down onto him, as I slide over his girth and hardness. There’s a little resistance when we get to his knot, and they stroke my breasts and my back and gently push on my shoulders, whispering praise in my ear.
“Good girl, just a little more,” says Calix. “You need this knot right now, omega. Go ahead and take it, just like that.”
Arrow’s knot slides in, locking into place, and I let out a deep long moan as another orgasm ripples through me. He’s huge and he feels so very, very good.
All of the alphas sigh together.
“Better, huh?” says Striker, rubbing my jawbone.
“Mmm,” I say. “Need… more.”
“I know,” says Calix, moving behind me, rubbing the head of his cock against my lubed and stretched asshole. “It’s right here for you, sweet thing.”
“Oh, please,” I whine. “Please.”
“You want a good alpha knot right in your ass, don’t you?” he murmurs, putting pressure against the ring of muscle there. “A nice knot to match the one in your pretty pussy?”
“I do, I do. Please, alpha, I need it.”
“Don’t tease her,” says Striker in a low voice. “Knot her.”
Calix’s cockhead pushes into me.
I let out a noisy breath.
He pushes in deeper.
I groan. “Yes,” I say. “Oh, yes.” It’s overwhelmingly good, and it’s finally starting to ease the ache inside me, to lessen the tempest that has been roiling through my body.
“A little more, omega,” says Knight breathlessly. “Shit, you’re taking that so well.”
“Fucking hottest thing on earth seeing her with two cocks in both her holes,” gasps Striker.
“It really is,” says Knight.
“Almost there, sweetness,” says Calix in my ear. “Just my knot now. Going to be a stretch, baby.”
I only moan.
And then it is a stretch, and it stings—only for a moment, just one second of bright intensity—and then he’s in, and another orgasm crashes into me, and I’m practically sobbing in relief as I’m now full, so full.
Hands are stroking me everywhere, four pairs of huge, male hands with thick fingers and wide palms. Hands on my breasts, my thighs, my back, my shoulders, my neck…
And their voices, whispering words of encouragement, praise, swear words, grunts…
And the two knots, working inside me. It takes them a moment to find a workable rhythm, but then I’m sent stratospheric by the sensation.
It’s a deep sort of pleasure, agonizingly good in its intensity, like being rooted and held in place, tied to the center of gravity, held in place and shown my place. I belong here, in this pack, between these men. I am their center.
Orgasms start to come for me, but they’re different than any orgasms I’ve had before. They are like ripples on a wide, wide body of water. They crest and go through me, but they don’t exhaust my body, only prepare it for more pleasure. I feel resilient to it, knowing I can come and come as many times as my pack needs, as we all need. Each time one goes through me, they somehow seem to react, all letting out deep male groans together. Can they tell? Can they feel it, too?
I don’t know how long it goes on.
At one point, I’m stroking Striker, and his thick cock explodes a sticky warm release all over my hands, and I just use that to keep rubbing him, to take his pulsing knot between my hands and squeeze and run my slippery palms over him as he pants and looks deeply into my eyes.
At another point, I’m cradled against Calix’s chest as his hips work almost lazily against me, rolling his knot where it’s buried deep inside my ass. And I watch as Knight straddles Arrow’s face and fucks his mouth and the two men are sighing in a rhythm that seems to be working through all of us, as if we are moving in time to some ancient drum beat that thrums within us to the time of our shared heartbeats.
At another point, I fall forward over Arrow, catching myself on my palms, and he lifts himself up to kiss me, and I taste Knight on his tongue as I feel his thickness in my pussy.
It doesn’t end in one big crescendo. It sort of slows and fades, leaving all of us happily exhausted and tangled up. My alphas are still knotted into me and Striker is lying on his back looking up at me, his cock soft and sticking to his belly, his eyes closed. He looks exceptionally content and pleased, a smile on his face that warms me. Knight is curled on his side on the other side of Arrow’s body, running a finger over my knee, letting out little sighs of satisfaction. Arrow is splayed out beneath me, and I take in the beauty of his bare chest, the accents of blond hair around his nipples, the firm ripples of his abdomen. He looks up at me with hooded eyes. And Calix bands an arm around my stomach, holding me tight against him and kisses my earlobe gently, softly, sweetly.
I shut my eyes and settle into it.
For several moments, it’s a warm gushing pink place of perfection.
And then I become slowly aware of how all of my muscles are strained from all of that movement. I wriggle around, trying to rearrange myself, and they all are suddenly attuned to me.
“Mmm?” says Striker, opening his eyes. “What do you need, omega?”
“I just…” My voice sounds raw, as if I’ve been screaming for hours. Oh, maybe I have been. “My legs are cramping up.”
“Arrow, scoot up,” says Striker.
They help us move, because it’s not easy with the three of us connected, but eventually we end up with Arrow propped up against the headboard, and my legs stretched out as I lay my head on his chest, and Calix slack against my back.
“Bites,” says Knight, settling down to snuggle into Arrow, who puts his arm around him like it’s totally natural for the two of them to cuddle like that.
I like the two of them cuddling more than I knew I could like a thing. “Bites,” I say with a little sigh.
“Not yet,” says Calix with a yawn.
“Sleep,” says Striker firmly, and I feel his directive like a tug down into a dark warmth of slumber.
We sleep.