Chapter 20 Dorian
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Dorian
She'd been asleep for maybe an hour when the whimper started.
The sound bypassed every civilized thought, went straight to my hindbrain. My body responded before my mind caught up—cock going rock hard, sandalwood flooding the nest thick enough to choke on. The rut that had been simmering since we built this nest roared back to life.
Fuck. Not now. Need to stay in control.
Her scent hit me next. Jasmine so thick and sweet it obliterated everything else. On my tongue, coating my lungs. My hands were shaking with the effort not to grab her, not to pin her down and rut into her until neither of us could think.
She tensed against me. Muscle and bone going rigid. Burning up. The fever radiated through her clothes. Slick starting to coat her thighs—the scent of it making my mouth water.
Oakley's pupils blew wide from his position by her feet. His cock straining against his jeans. Corvus had gone perfectly still, jaw clenched, hands fisted.
All of us barely holding on.
We'd done this before—claimed her at the pack house during her first heat.
Dubcon at best, forced claiming when she was too heat-addled to really fight us.
But we'd learned. Learned what her body needed.
Learned how to work together. Learned that this second heat would be worse because the bonds were already there, screaming to be reinforced.
Doesn't make it easier. Makes it fucking harder because now I know exactly how good she feels.
"Dorian."
My name. Breathy and desperate. Eyes still closed but hips grinding against my thigh.
The slick. Jesus Christ, the slick. Thick and sweet, making my mouth water. Making my cock leak. Making every Alpha instinct I have scream mine, claim, breed, KNOT.
"Shh." I press my lips to her temple, fighting to keep my voice steady. "We've got you."
Her eyes flutter open. Fever-bright green, pupils blown wide with heat. For a second—just a second—I see awareness there. Recognition. Choice.
Then the heat crashes back over her and she arches with a broken sound.
"Please." Her hands fist in my shirt. "I can't—it hurts—"
"I know, baby." The endearment slips out. "We're going to help. But you need to tell us yes. Need to hear you say it."
Even now. Even when she's burning. She deserves the choice.
"Yes." Gasped. Desperate. "Please, yes, I need—"
"What do you need?"
"You." Her nails dig into my chest. "All of you. Make it stop burning."
Permission given.
I move.
Strip her clothes off with hands that shake from restraint.
Every inch of skin revealed makes the rut worse.
Flushed pink from fever, chest heaving, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth.
Slick coating her inner thighs in thick, glossy trails that catch the light.
The scent of it—sweet jasmine and pure omega need—makes my cock throb.
Mine. All mine. Finally mine.
Oakley and Corvus shed clothes too. The nest fills with Alpha scent—sandalwood and cedar and mint all mixing with her jasmine until the air is thick with sex and claiming and inevitable possession.
She's watching us. Heat-drunk but aware enough to track our movements. To see us bare and hard and desperate for her. My cock is flushed dark, already leaking pre-come, the base where my knot will form already beginning to swell.
"Look at you," I growl, positioning myself between her spread thighs. "Soaking wet for us. Your cunt is dripping, baby. Tell me who made you this desperate."
Shame wars with arousal in her eyes as another wave of slick pulses out of her. The scent of her need so thick I can taste it on my tongue.
"You." Barely a whisper. "All of you."
"That's right." I run my cock through her folds, coating myself in her slick. The heat of her is incredible. "This needy little omega cunt belongs to us. Doesn't it?"
"Yes." Sobbing now. Hips bucking, trying to get me inside. "Please, I can't—it hurts—"
"Shh." Oakley's hand gentle on her cheek. "We're going to fill you up. Stretch this tight pussy around Alpha cock until you can't think. That's what you need, isn't it?"
"Yes." Desperate. "Please, please, please—"
His lips find her throat, pressing against the sensitive scent gland that pulses with her racing heartbeat. She melts into the contact with a broken moan.
Jealousy flares hot and vicious in my chest.
"Mine first," I growl. Words barely human. "My claim is primary. My cock fills her first."
Corvus nods, dark eyes locked on where I'm positioned at her entrance. "Pack hierarchy demands it."
Her body responds with a fresh gush of slick that makes my nostrils flare. Even heat-drunk and desperate, she's producing enough to take me. To take my knot.
"Look at me." I grip her chin, forcing those fever-bright green eyes to meet mine. "I'm going to fuck you now. Going to fill this perfect cunt with my cock and then lock my knot inside you. You're going to take every thick inch of me. Understand?"
"Yes." Breathless. "Please, Dorian, please—"
Her begging breaks what little control I have left.
I thrust in hard and deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Her scream echoes through the nest.
Tight. So fucking tight even drowning in slick. Her inner walls clench around me like a vice, rippling and fluttering as her body struggles to accommodate my size.
"Fuck." The word punches out of me. "Your cunt is strangling my cock. So perfect. Made for this. Made to be fucked full of Alpha come."
I pull back and drive in again. Harder. The wet sound of my cock pushing through her slick obscene in the quiet. She's so hot inside, fever-burning and desperately clasping at me with every thrust.
"Please." She's sobbing now. "More, I need—"
"Need what?" I slam into her. "Need my knot? Need me to breed this tight little hole?"
"Yes!" Nails raking down my back. "Fill me, please, I need to be full—"
I start fucking her in earnest. Deep, powerful strokes that make her breasts bounce and her eyes roll back. The slick makes obscene wet sounds with every thrust. Her cunt is so swollen and sensitive from heat that she's whimpering with every drag of my cock.
"That's it. Take it. Take every fucking inch." My hands bruise into her hips as I hold her in place. "This is what your omega body was made for. To be split open on Alpha cock."
"Yes, yes, yes—" She's babbling now, lost to the pleasure. "So full, so good—"
Oakley's hand slides between us, finding her swollen clit. She nearly screams at the contact. Corvus takes her mouth, swallowing her cries as his tongue invades her.
Three Alphas claiming her at once.
My knot starts to swell. I can feel it forming at the base of my cock, getting thicker with every thrust. The pressure is building, that telltale tightness that means I'm close to locking.
"Feel that?" I grind against her. "That's my knot. Getting bigger. Going to stretch your pretty little cunt so wide."
Her inner walls are already fluttering, trying to pull me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
"It's too much," she gasps against Corvus's mouth. "I can't—it won't fit—"
"It'll fit." I slow my thrusts, letting her feel every inch as I pull out and push back in. "Your body knows what to do. You're going to open up for me. Going to let my knot pop inside and lock us together."
The knot swells larger. Now it's catching on her entrance with every thrust. The stretch making her cry out.
"Dorian—"
"I know, baby. I know." Another thrust and the knot catches harder. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well. Just a little more."
Oakley circles her clit faster. The added stimulation makes her clench hard around me.
"That's it. Come on my cock. Let me feel this pussy milk me."
"I'm—oh god, I'm—"
"Come for me. Now."
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Her whole body goes rigid, inner walls clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses so strong it almost hurts. The added pressure makes my knot swell to full size.
I thrust in deep one last time.
The knot catches. Stretches her. Burns.
Then pops inside with an audible squelch.
She screams. Half pain, half overwhelming pleasure as the massive swell locks behind her pelvic bone. The stretch is enormous—I can see her abdomen distend slightly from how deep I am, how big the knot is inside her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" I'm coming, the knot throbbing as I pump pulse after pulse of come directly into her womb. "Take it. Take all of it. Every fucking drop."
Her cunt ripples around the knot, milking me, drawing every last bit of come from my balls. The knot keeps it all inside, no chance of it spilling out, ensuring every drop of my seed stays exactly where it belongs.
Locked. Claimed. Bred.
I collapse forward carefully, keeping my weight off her but keeping us joined. The knot is so swollen we couldn't separate if we tried. Locked together for at least the next twenty minutes while my body ensures the breeding takes.
Victory. Possession. Mine.
When coherent thought returns, she's trembling beneath me. The knot is still fully swollen inside her, keeping us locked, every pulse of my cock depositing more come deep in her womb.
"You okay?" Voice wrecked. Barely recognizable.
"Yes." Breathless. Glazed. "God, yes. So full."
She is full. I can feel how tight she is around the knot, how deep I am inside her. My come has nowhere to go, trapped by the knot, flooding her womb with every throb.
Oakley and Corvus are still touching her. Gentle now. Soothing. Oakley's fingers trace patterns on her stomach where it's slightly distended from my knot. Corvus presses soft kisses to her shoulder.
"The knot will hold for at least twenty minutes," Corvus murmurs against her skin. "Longer, given how swollen it is."
"Good." She finds Oakley's hand with one of hers, Corvus's with the other. "Don't want to move. Want to feel this."
"Feel what, baby?" I ask, shifting slightly and making us both groan as the knot tugs.
"Full. Claimed. Yours." Her eyes flutter closed. "The heat's still there but it doesn't hurt anymore. This is what I needed."
Pride surges through me. I did this. Gave her what her body was screaming for. Made the pain stop.
"We'll do this as many times as you need," I promise, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Every wave. However long it takes."
"Even when your knot goes down and you have to pull out?" Her voice is small, almost vulnerable. "It's going to feel empty."
"Then we'll fill you again." Oakley's voice is rough with want. "Take turns keeping you full and satisfied until the heat breaks."
She shivers at his words, and I feel her inner walls ripple around my knot.
"You like that idea," I growl. "Like the thought of being passed between us. Always full of Alpha cock."
"Yes." No shame in the admission now. Just heat-drunk honesty. "Want all of you."
"You have us." I shift again, grinding the knot against sensitive places inside her that make her gasp. "For as long as you need us."
The knot keeps us locked together. Her slick mixed with my come coating where we're joined. The scent of sex and satisfaction and claiming thick in the air.
This is what it should have been like all along—taking care of her, meeting her needs, giving her body what it demanded instead of forcing it.
"Thank you," she murmurs, already drifting. "All of you. For doing this right."
We stay locked together as her breathing evens out. The knot won't release for a while yet. Plenty of time to hold her, stroke her skin, whisper promises against her hair.
Her second heat is still early, will last another day or two. But this time we're doing it right.
Finally giving her exactly what she needed, what she deserved.
Finally being the pack she should have had from the start.
And when my knot finally softens enough to slip free, when she whimpers at the emptiness, Oakley will be ready to fill her again.
The way it should be.