Chapter Twelve #2
My core was quickly becoming wet with all of Atlas’s attention.
Just seeing how desperate Atlas was for me was such a turn on.
Sex had always been about the interaction, never about the person.
But Atlas wanted me . Not a beta who didn’t have the body parts he wanted.
Not the alphas that did have the knots he needed. He wanted me.
The thought was a match to my own arousal. I started pushing at his sweats, wanting them off so I could finally have Atlas inside me, finally feel him without any barrier.
My desperation had Atlas’s returning so that he was snarling down at my clothes, trying to tear them off. He pulled the top over my head, the fabric slightly burning my back at the motion, but I didn’t even care. What was one more burn in this heat?
I didn’t even get my bottoms off before Atlas’s focus was back on my breasts.
He licked and sucked at one while his hand came up to cup my other breast and pinch the nipple.
He was so warm, from his chest to his mouth, that when he pulled off my nipple to move his mouth to the other, the cold air had my skin shivering.
I already felt the sweat forming along my spine from the heat of being squished between Atlas and the mattress.
The sound of a door closing had my eyes opening. I hadn’t even realized they’d fallen shut.
Everett was finally in the nest. I wasn’t sure what he’d done, but I was glad he’d finished quickly. Atlas must have recognized that his pack was finally complete, even on a subconscious level, because he seemed to go feral.
He tore at my clothes, desperate to take off my shorts and underwear.
I felt the wetness leaking from Atlas’s cock, his slick pouring from him so that my thighs were already soaked.
Omegas produced a lot of slick during their heats since all the fucking led to friction and soreness.
Slick was supposed to be the natural assistance to ensure the omegas’ bodies didn’t get hurt fucking.
The same with how strong the heat pheromones were that even a beta could scent it.
It didn’t pull me into a rut like an alpha, but it still made my muscles languid, my core wet, and my body desperate for release.
It didn’t feel like I was just starting a sexual exploit. It felt like I’d been teased for an hour, as if my body had already been primed and was craving his cock.
Atlas didn’t make me wait. The moment my core was exposed, my shorts and underwear tossed behind him, he was thrusting his cock inside me, all the way to the hilt. If it wasn’t for his heat, it would’ve hurt. My body wasn’t made for sudden, desperate intrusions. This was the exception.
Even still, I felt the sting, the tightness of my core working to relax around him. My back arched, desperate to find some extra space inside me for his long length to fully fit.
Atlas’s body fell over me, so there was no space between our stomach and chests as he continued to roll his hips, using his weight to pin me underneath him.
As my own body finally adjusted to the feel of him, I wrapped my legs around his back, using him as leverage to tilt my hips with each thrust. Between how wet I was, and all the slick that Atlas produced, I already felt the droplets sliding down my legs.
I couldn’t even imagine how full I’d be once he came—
My core clenched around Atlas at the thought, like it was trying to squeeze his cum from him.
The sensation made Atlas bare his teeth, his hips pumping harder like he was fighting the tightness to somehow get deeper inside me, except, there was no deeper to go.
Oaks came up behind Atlas, not quite touching him. That didn’t stop Atlas from pressing against me even harder, as if I could somehow get deeper into the mattress and away from Oaks.
“You can have her. For now,” Oaks said. “I just want this back here.”
I couldn’t see what Oaks did, but whatever it was, it made Atlas’s rhythm break for a moment, stuttering, before he started hammering back into me again.
The constant, hitting pressure would no doubt leave me sore and unable to walk for days, not that I cared.
I would love the reminder of fucking Atlas for the first time. Of being in my first pack heat.
My head fell to the side, my vision hazy as I stared at Everett. He was kneeling beside my head, gripping his cock so tight that it looked like he was trying to hurt himself.
“Fuck, Babygirl, don’t look at me or I’ll come before I’ve even been inside you.” He closed his eyes, his head dropping back as his neck was exposed in a vulnerable gesture for an alpha. “That’ll really piss off Atlas’s instincts.”
Just his words had me groaning, my eyes falling shut at the pleasure. I’d never felt so sexy in my life. So desired. So needed.
The pleasure inside me was nearing my peak, and I wanted to hold it off, but I didn’t know how.
This heat would be days of fucking and if I was coming this quickly, I would be in a world of pain by tomorrow.
Still, my orgasm kept nearing. The way his dick kept a consistent speed, hitting all the glorious nerve endings inside me, combined with how close he was that his pelvis was grinding against my clit, it was double sensations that I couldn’t ignore.
The scent, the looks, their words, it was all so much.
I’d never come without some sort of foreplay before. Fingering or oral, yet Atlas was going to push me right over that peak with just sex.
“Darlin, I want you to look at me.” Oaks’s words had me forcing my eyelids back open. “I’m going to fuck his ass because he needs this. The more he comes the easier he’ll take it on you, understand?”
I nodded, unable to find any words.
A hand came to my thighs, collecting the mix of slick. I knew it was Oaks’s and the feel of his touch, along with Atlas’s had my core tightening again. Fuck. I was so close to my orgasm that it was nearly painful. I was teetering on the precipice, waiting, needing something to push me over.
The pleasure had tears coming to my eyes, the cold drops of water sliding down my face.
Atlas’s tongue came to my temples, licking at the water, before he nuzzled his face against mine. Even with how aggressive his body was, demanding his pleasure and mine, he still found a way to care for me.
I knew the moment that Oaks started to enter Atlas.
His rhythm stuttered before stopping, Oaks’s grip on Atlas’s hips keeping him from continuing to pound into me.
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes glassy, his breaths puffing against my lips with how hard he was breathing.
Sweat had finally started to form on his body from the excessive temperature, little droplets under his hair and on his chest like glistening diamonds.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
As Oaks pushed deeper inside, Atlas tried to move his hips, no doubt wanting the dual pleasure, but even if his body was able to take Oaks’s cock with no problems in a heat, Atlas wouldn’t be able to truly verbalize if there was any pain.
So Oaks forced himself to go slow. I could just barely see the alpha, his gaze dropped to where he was disappearing into Atlas.
Jaw clenched, he forced himself to go slowly no matter how much he wanted to simply thrust inside.
The moment Oaks’s grip began to lessen, Atlas was thrusting again.
His forehead accidentally hit my collarbone, a shot of pain mixing with the pleasure—
My hands came up to his head, but it wasn’t his hair I touched, it was his cheeks. My arousal skyrocketed inside me, the hormonal heat like accelerant to my own instincts.
My lips parted, my eyes widening as I met Oaks’s gaze over Atlas’s head.
He’d bitten me. Bonded me.
I knew that was possible. In fact, most packs tended to bond during an omega’s first heat together if they hadn’t already. I just hadn’t assumed that desperate need to claim would continue between an omega and a beta. That incorrect assumption meant I was officially a part of pack Wilder.
“Fucking shit.” Everett reached out like he was going to try and rip Atlas off me.
I shot my hands out, holding Atlas’s head to my body because his teeth hadn’t let go yet and I wasn’t willing to lose a chunk of skin. It was hard to concentrate on the pain of his teeth when the extra force from Oaks’s thrusts behind Atlas were slamming into me.
“Babygirl, are you good?” Everett asked. He was looking frantically between Atlas and me, his eyes wide as his chest heaved with deep breaths.
“So. Good.” Those two breathy words were all I managed.
I felt Atlas inside me. His soul. His cock. We were as connected as we could possibly be, and I didn’t want the moment to ever end.
Tears burned behind my eyes, falling as I squeezed my eyelids shut at the onslaught of emotions. It was all too much. The emotions, the feelings, the pleasure, the pain.
Oaks snarled, the sound violent, an alpha in rut demanding pleasure.
My orgasm slammed into me, waves of bliss that couldn’t be ignored.
It was all too much, but I couldn’t get away.
Atlas didn’t stop thrusting. His teeth came out of my skin to start licking at his bite.
Oaks’s hands squeezed my thighs, no doubt leaving bruises as he clung to me, keeping me from pulling my legs away and distancing myself from the pleasure.
It was too much, and I loved it. Even if it was hard to breathe, even if my head was getting dizzy from the lack of air, it was perfect.
Atlas had bonded me. We were pack.
I flinched as Atlas threw his head back and nearly screamed. Oaks reached out, wrapping his hands around the other male’s throat, pale fingers squeezing around a brown neck. Then I felt it. The torrential amount of cum that was pulsing from Atlas.