41. Calliope
Calliope
Three alphas are in my nest. I can't remember their names, but I know I want them here. The alpha who just knotted me slips out of my body.
I look over, and the two alphas, one dark and one red, are still, irritatingly, wearing clothes.
Ones holding a bag of stuff. To demonstrate why they should fix that, I push the alpha, who was just knotting me, and force him to lie on his back.
I reach down and take his already half-hard erection in my hand.
That's another great thing about physiology.
Being around omega heat hormones will cause an alpha's cock to be ready at a moment's notice.
The blonde, long-haired alpha in question growls and fists the blankets beneath him.
A few quick pulls have him impressively hard once again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the other two stripping off their clothes and putting the bag in a corner.
I lean down between the blonde one's legs and take his length into my mouth.
As I do, I feel someone behind me. It's the dark-haired one.
He starts licking me right at the apex of my thighs, and I could melt from pleasure.
His tongue works from one end of me to the other and then dives into my opening.
I moan around the cock in my mouth, and more curses have me panting. As lovely as the alpha's tongue in my cunt is, I need knots right now. I take the cock in my mouth out to beg.
"Please, alpha! I need your cock!" I shout. He, very eagerly, complies. I feel his head line up with my entrance. As he eases himself in, something touches at my ass. His thumb is rubbing juices from my pussy up to my asshole. Before I can think, he's popped his thumb in.
I've gone back to sucking the cock at my mouth and scream around it, causing the alpha under me to buck up and grab my hair so that he can thrust up into my mouth more.
I vaguely remembered that both alphas are part of my pack, and I trust them.
The one in my pussy continues to thrust, using one hand to grip my hip so that he can slam into me deeper and the other to delve his thumb into my ass at the same time.
A sense of disappointment hovers at the edges of my mind that the digit in my ass is just a thumb and not a cock.
He uses the hand that's on my hip to reach around a tweak hard at my clit.
I scream around my orgasm, and the cock in my mouth begins to pour cum down my throat while the cock in my slick cunt pushes deeper.
I'm knotted for the second time of my heat.
The pain in my abdomen immediately recedes every time.
I slump into a shaking puddle between the thighs of the one who had been in my mouth while the other lets me slide from his already receding knot. I peer up at the one with red hair. His sharp green eyes gaze back at me with a glint that I know spells trouble for any thoughts of rest.
Instead of ravaging me, he comes up beside my still slightly shaking form and covers me with one of the softest blankets. Connor, my mind finally provides now that the heats cleared a bit.
"Hey, Baby," Connor whispers, his voice low and soothing. Sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the chill in the air. Looking into his eyes, I see a depth of understanding and affection that makes my heart race.
"Hey," I struggle to smile at him, but it comes out all wrong, shaky and uncertain. The alpha whose lap I'm occupying—Seth, I remember—is gently stroking my hair, but I can hardly focus on that.
Where's the third alpha? Panic rushes through me like ice water.
Did he leave? Did I scare him off like the last one who dared to share my nest?
My heart races as I shoot upright, feeling the weight of my anxiety pressing down.
Why can't I keep anyone near? I can't bear the thought of being alone again.
"Bax, where is he?" My breath hitches, and the fear claws at my throat. I can't lose another one.
"Shhh, Baby. No one is scared off. We're not little bitches like him ."
Oh, I must have said that last part out loud. It's so hard to tell in this haze.
"Bax is right there," Connor points to the third alpha, who's grabbing a water bottle. He takes a swig and then tosses it to Seth, who drinks it too. He offers it to me, but I shake my head.
"Please, Precious, for me," Seth says. "I don't want you to get sick from not drinking enough.
" I reluctantly let him sit me up and then tip the water into my mouth.
Some deep part of me protests at being treated like I'm incapable, but I squish that voice down.
I'm in charge now, and I preen at the attention.
Seth sits up so that I'm cradled against his chest. I snuggle in only to take a break, but between the fever and the knotting, I fall into a restless sleep.