68. Clara
Clara
I need so badly.
The throbbing between my thighs is an insistent, mind-numbingly distracting ache. If I don’t have a knot buried deep in me right now, I might rip off my own skin.
Lucky for me, there are four knots within reach at this moment.
I go for the one closest to my mouth. My fingers tug hard at the material covering a sizable cock. It lies across the alpha’s thigh like it doesn’t realize it’s needed desperately by its omega.
A sleepy voice rumbles from above. “What’s the matter, Spooky Gi—?”
The groggy words cut off with a hiss as I take him in my hand, stroking his length, cupping his balls, and licking the tip.
The alpha swells against my palm, growing to an impressive size I know from experience will satisfy me because even if I can’t remember his name in my haze, I remember the way his cock thrust deep into me.
Tattooed fingers slide into my hair, curling at the nape of my neck, fisting the strands with just enough bite to make the pleasure at my core sharpen.
Movement on the bed tells me the other alphas are waking.
Low murmurs pass between them, but I don’t care.
All I care about is the alpha cock filling my mouth.
My tongue teases over the metal rods pierced along the underside of his shaft all the way up to the two silver balls at the tip. When he’s harder than stone, I let him slip from my mouth with an audible pop and swing a leg over, straddling him.
I try to sink down on him but something blocks me. Something chafing. Unacceptable. Why the hell am I still wearing clothes?
The alpha seems to understand. He chuckles low, then reaches between us to grab the fabric in both hands, tearing it apart until it falls away.
I waste no time. I plunge down, taking him to the hilt. The scent of warm bread wraps around me and I glimpse a shadow, watching us from the corner. I bounce on the alpha beneath me.
The heat of him inside me makes me cry out, but it’s not just heat. Cold metal glides over my most sensitive spots, rolling inside me with every thrust.
He’s so deep, stars burst behind my eyes. I moan to the ceiling, lost to the rhythm. Another alpha is behind me, rubbing soothing circles down my spine as the one inside me drives harder, every brutal thrust coiling my pleasure tighter and tighter until I’m right on the edge.
The alpha beneath me knows exactly what I need. He grips my hips with bruising force, drags me down in one hard motion, and pops his knot into place. I scream into the cool autumn night as release slams through me and his come coats my insides.
My heat has begun.