Chapter 31 Oliver
Oliver
“Zo.” My voice cracks. My hands claw at the blankets, hauling them up as if I could burrow into them, fill every hollow with warmth. “It’s happening. Fuck, it’s happening right now.”
I pat around the nest, confused when I don’t find Wilson or Nicholas only to remember the Alpha stealing him away for some quiet before my heat hit.
In the dark, Lorenzo’s hand finds my cheek, cool against my burning skin. His scent sharpens, rain cutting through my sweetness, and his steady authority anchors me even as my hips rock against the mattress.
“I’m here. Breathe.”
My lungs yank in ragged pulls, tasting of my own arousal, every exhale drenching the nest in more of me.
My cock presses hard to my stomach, my hole clenching in rhythmic pulses that send slick trailing down my inner thighs.
The emptiness is maddening, my body knows exactly what it needs, and its absence is a raw scream.
Lorenzo peels the sodden briefs down my legs and tosses them past the nest’s edge. His hands sweep up my trembling thighs, his thumbs pressing into muscles he knows better than the club’s layout in the dark.
My back hits the blankets at his command, voice dropping to that register that turns my spine to water.
"Look at me, Oliver," he says, and I do.
Lorenzo kneels between my legs, meeting my gaze for a moment before his mouth descends on my cock.
The wet heat pulls a sound from deep within me, filling the apartment.
My hands fist in his hair, hips bucking up into his mouth, body chasing relief from a hunger that a blowjob can satisfy for approximately ninety seconds before the deeper need resurfaces.
Lorenzo knows this. He works me with his mouth for exactly as long as it takes to pull the first orgasm from my body, my cock pulsing against his tongue, the release crashing through me hard enough to bow my spine off the mattress.
His hands hold my hips down while I shake through it. The relief lasts long enough for my vision to clear before the heat surges back, the emptiness doubling, my body clenching around nothing while slick pools beneath me.
"More." My voice is already wrecked. "Zo, I need more, I need you inside me, please—"
Lorenzo's cock pushes into me in one stroke.
My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper, my body swallowing him with a greed that makes us both groan.
He fucks me with the controlled rhythm I know from a hundred heats before this one, each thrust angled to hit the spot that makes my toes curl, his hands bracing on either side of my head.
The second orgasm builds just as fast. Lorenzo's rhythm accelerates to match it, his jaw clenched.
I come with his name on my tongue and my nails in his shoulders, my body clamping around him, and Lorenzo follows with a groan pressed into my throat.
His hips grind against mine as he empties inside me, and the warmth of it eases the ache for a few minutes.
A few minutes. The heat doesn't care about minutes.
The third wave rolls through before Lorenzo has pulled out. A high desperate whimper pulls from my lips, my hips already rocking against him as Lorenzo's forehead drops against mine.
"Nicholas," he says toward the open bedroom door, his voice carrying through the hallway. "You’re up, Alpha."
A thrill runs through as Nicholas pushes through the door, Wilson right behind them. They look like works of art but my attention is firmly planted on Nicholas’ cock and the beautiful, pulsing knot between his thighs.
Heat flares through me as my body responds before my brain processes his presence. Something primal builds in my chest and escapes as a sound I barely recognize. Every cell in my body screams at the Alpha in the doorway to come closer and fill the aching emptiness Lorenzo cannot reach.
Nicholas crosses to the nest, his eyes moving from my body to Lorenzo's face in silent communication. Lorenzo pulls out of me and shifts to the side, his hand resting on my hip while his thumb traces circles against my skin.
"He needs your knot," Lorenzo purrs. "Take care of our Omega."
Nicholas kneels between my legs, my hand wrapping around his cock and stroking once, the groan that tears from his throat vibrating through my palm.
"Oliver." Nicholas speaks my name with a voice rough and strained against the scent flooding his senses. "Tell me what you need."
My body trembles as I look up at him. "Inside. Now. Knot me, Nicholas, please, I can't—"
Nicholas fucks me hard and fast, that beautiful fat knot stretching me out and easing the desperate need. But it’s not enough. I need all of my men, including the shy Beta I basically stole out of a booth several weeks ago.
"Your turn." My voice comes out raw as my eyes find Wilson's face where he's lying against Lorenzo's chest at the edge of the nest. Nicholas hasn’t finished knotting me but they’re too far away. "Come here."
Wilson shifts toward me and Lorenzo's hand catches his arm. "Baby, the knot ring only works during your spikes. Outside of that, it's just—"
My nose turns up with frustration as I scratch at the sheets, wiggling on Nicholas’ knot.
The word I wanted to say turns into a moan as I come again, Nicholas slowly pulling out of me.
I roll onto my stomach and weakly sit up, looking between the three of them.
"I don't need the ring." My hand pulls Wilson closer by his wrist. "I want my Betas.
Both of them. Please." Another wave immediately crests, slick pouring between my thighs as my hips roll against the blankets.
"I need Wilson. Zo, please, I need him."
Lorenzo's gaze moves to Wilson. The check-in is silent, Lorenzo's eyebrow lifting a fraction. Nicholas shifts to Wilson's other side, his hand finding the back of Wilson's neck.
"You good?" Nicholas's voice is quiet against Wilson's ear.
Wilson's eyes move from me to Lorenzo to Nicholas. His cock is hard against his thigh, his breathing uneven, his pupils blown from the scent saturating the nest. "Yeah." His voice is rough. "Yeah, I think I'm good."
"You think or you know, gorgeous?" Lorenzo's thumb presses against Wilson's pulse point.
"I know." Wilson's jaw sets. "I want this."
I don't wait for Wilson to come to me. My body moves before the decision finishes forming, climbing across the tangled blankets, pushing Wilson onto his back, and swinging my leg over his hips.
Wilson's eyes go wide beneath me, his hands catching my thighs, his mouth parting around a breath that carries my name.
I sink down onto him in one long drop. No pause, no adjustment, just his cock filling me in a single slide that makes laughter bubble up from my chest and twist into a groan halfway out of my mouth.
Wilson's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise and the sound he makes beneath me is strangled, his head pressing back into the blankets, his abs clenching.
"Oliver, fuck, you can't just—"
"I absolutely can." My hips roll and the groan that follows comes from both of us, his cock shifting inside me at an angle that makes my toes curl against the blankets.