17. Ava
Chapter 17
Ava
I’ve never wanted children. I suppose that comes with never having a heat or a scent, and telling myself I’m a dud—a worthless omega. But now being sandwiched between two alphas, one fucking me like a crazed animal while the grip on my hips keeps me in place as the other licks my clit like it’s the best tasting thing on earth.
And it’s doing something weird to my ovaries. It’s like they are making eggs at rapid speed, desperate for these two alphas to breed me.
Oh, fuck … no ... no ... no!
“Oh my god,” I cry out as I have the quickest climax of my life.
I don’t want kids.
Ever.
I like my life with Seb, and whatever is happening here is as temporary as my heat.
Despite just coming, Max doesn’t stop. He thrusts over and over. Each time he bottoms out, he gyrates his knot over my entrance and then pulls back.
And I moan.
Silas now circles the pad of his index finger over my clit, eliciting a deep cry from me.
This feeling is too good. It’s just missing one thing—Seb.
My climax is still on the high of the wave as Max says, “Come for me again.”
“I can’t.”
“Come for me, again. And next time, I’ll reward you with my knot.”
My head spins.
“Knot me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. And I’m feeling woozy again. The feeling comes and goes. Like I’ve had too much wine and then sober up.
My hips buck back against his bulging knot, chasing what he promises—everything I need.
Max lifts me off Silas’ face, letting him slip out from underneath me as Max growls in my ear, “You’re mine.”
I don’t respond to his possessive words or tone. Not before he knots me.
Alphas have a sense of authority over omegas that I prefer to quash.
Not right now, though. I’m a lot of things—but stupid isn’t one of them.
My stepfather disagrees.
I heard through the grapevine of his disgust with me about leaving Garrett Jameson.
“He’s a billionaire. And Avaline is a stupid girl and cost me a lot of money.” My sister Layla let me know.
“Come for me, Ava.” My mouth opens with a small gasp as he uses my name, not my designation this time. “And then I’ll reward you with my knot.”
I moan.
“And then I’ll knot you, little thief,” Silas adds.
And I cry out. “Please.”
Max covers my body as he rails into me as I struggle to remain on my hands and knees. He’s purring over me, trailing little kisses down my spine as he brings me to another mind-blowing orgasm.
And he still hasn’t knotted me.
My pussy is trying to pull him inside so I can milk him. But he doesn’t relent. He’s fucking me roughly as he presses my face against the nest, holding me in place.
“I’m in charge, omega.”
“Please. I need …” His thick knot presses against my entrance, and I push back against his knot. I’m going to anger the alpha, but I’ve come too many times and my desperation to feel being knotted before slipping over the edge and into a deep heat overwhelms me.
Seb’s read up on heats, knots, and omega needs. That’s why he’s so fucking perfect for me. He understands who his girlfriend is and wanted me to be knotted before my heat ever took hold.
I refused.
He was always willing to share me, but I never desired it.
Seb and I have had many discussions. He wanted to keep me and that meant accepting I’m an omega. And that's the reason I know he’s fine with me being with these two alphas right now.
He won’t believe me, but after my heat, I’m only his again.
Max pulls out, and I cry out as my empty pussy clenches around the fresh air.
“Please.” I want to cry as I fall to the bed, but I don’t. I don’t have time for tears. I shove two fingers inside myself, but I groan.
It’s not enough.
I’m so close that my walls are pulsing around my fingers, but I need so much more.
My gaze finds a naked but tattooed torso and arms of Silas standing on the opposite side of the nest. He is stroking his thick, long, heavy cock.
I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, and I’m about to beg him to take me when he picks me up and walks to the window, turning my back to his chest.
I slam my hands on the window.
It’s dark outside, but I’m sure people will see me because of the light behind me in the room.
Silas doesn’t care.
He widens my legs with his knee and plunges inside me.
My forehead touches the window, and I groan.
His thrusts are relentless, but I don’t complain. I did something wrong with Max, and I don’t want to chance not being knotted again with Silas.
He covers my hands, flattening his large palms on mine as his hips pound against my ass.
When our eyes lock on the window ahead, there’s a moment between us, but he shakes it off and stares ahead.
His dick is as big as Max’s, but the position makes it feel like it’s curving inside me.
Please knot me.
I want to scream it out loud. But I’m hoping he needs it too.
He releases one hand and wraps it around the front of my throat. “Eyes on me.”
He squeezes as he slams in and out of me. Stars are popping behind my eyelids, and I’m going to come again without a knot.
I can’t stand it.
I don’t want to beg again, but I do.
“I need you. Please.”
Silas holds my body in place and thrusts his cock deep inside me, and out, knocking the air from my lungs as he plunges again.
This time, my eyes round as his knot slides inside me.
He doesn’t pull out this time.
He can’t. My pussy holds his cock deep inside of me as he pushes my tits against the window.
Our eyes lock as he rests his body against mine while I listen to the gentle rumble that comes from his chest.
My body shakes. My eyes roll into my head as the smell of spiced rum and citrus fills the air. The essence overwhelms my senses, making my orgasm go on and on.
My thighs tremble as he holds his body against mine. Not moving one inch,.
He lowers his head and groans as my pussy flutters around his dick. His teeth graze against my shoulder, gentle pulls at first, before he sucks my skin so hard, I know he marked me.
“Such a good little thief. You stole my knot,” he says, and that’s when I realize these alphas were trying to hold out on me.
“I thought you wanted to knot a thief,” I reply.
Was this their aim in Monaco? Entice me to their room and knot me?
He purrs against my hair, but with too many orgasms to count, my body is finally giving up. I’m still knotted and so damn tired I can’t keep my eyes open.
Silas says something behind me, but with his knot still deep inside me, their scents covering my entire body, and a deep satisfaction blooming through me, I close my eyes and smile.
When I wake, I’m surrounded by a soothing heat. Not only from the warm water surrounding me, but also with the enormous arms of Max. My back is flush against his chest, and surprisingly, my head is resting just below his shoulder.
This feels unexpected.
“You’re back with us?” Silas asks.
My eyes flare open, and I stare at where the voice came from. Silas is sitting to my left.
His gray eyes locked on mine before mine travel south.
He’s still naked as he sits on a towel on the chair. His muscular legs are wide and his cock is swinging heavily between his thighs.
Fuck … Alphas are so big. Add a knot and I can hardly breathe.
No wonder I passed out.
I smile and nod as Max’s hold around my body tightens possessively while he peppers small kisses against my temple.
“Did you enjoy it?”
I want to ask why he held out on not knotting me, but don’t want him to think he has the upper hand.
“I did.”
Max’s cock jerks against my lower back. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. I shouldn’t like what I do to him, but I do.
“Are you ready for more? Or do you want to rest? Your deep heat may still be a long way off.”
I nestle into his hold as he turns my head to face him.
There’s a moment between us when neither of us knows what’s going on.
My heart hammers in my chest when his mouth gets so close to mine. He licks his tongue over his canines. My heart tries to escape by leaping into my throat.
He doesn’t kiss me, but sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
I’m so overwhelmed as a haziness clouds my thoughts. And when he circles his middle finger over my clit, I gasp as I buck against his cock.
He pulls away.
I finally say, “Deep heat.” I know about heats, but deep heat?
Max rumbles behind me, his chest vibrating against my back. “Oh Ava, baby girl. This is just the start.”
I can’t believe I squeezed my thighs together when he called me that.
Get a grip, Ava.