Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
My fingertips dig into Atlas’s chest as I rotate my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
I’m sore all over, my body needing more, but so sensitive the pleasure almost hurts, and not in a good way.
“Fuck,” Atlas hisses, gripping my hips tightly. “Bite me,” he begs. I lean down and dig my teeth into his neck, and he bucks his hips up, coming with a groan, but not softening inside me one bit.
I’ve heard that male Omegas can go nonstop, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be this long.
We haven’t slept.
If we stop touching each other, we are so wrecked with pain that neither of us can see straight.
My head is fuzzy, and I constantly feel like I am fighting for control of my body.
I want my Alphas. I need them desperately, but I cannot get them because doing so would mean leaving the nest. The entity I am trying to coexist with refuses to leave the comfort of our space, where our Omega has soaked the surface with his creamy coconut scent.
Is it this bad for all Omegas? Willa didn’t seem to be this desperate, but she also wasn’t lucid.
I don’t want to think about her, but that was the only heat I was a part of.
Is what we’re going through normal, or is this because we are lab-created?
I feel mostly lucid, but the level at which I am craving a knot is off the charts.
I can’t think of any other reason, despite being fisted several times and fucking nonstop, I am still so achy, so desperate that I cannot see straight.
Atlas is worse off than I am.
I’m at least used to dealing with period cramps.
He’s never felt anything like this before, and he doesn’t have a uterus, so we’re not sure of the source of his agony.
He’s not handling it well. I’ve tried to help by stimulating his prostate for him, but nothing is working to ease the ache he’s feeling.
We both know we need Alpha pheromones, but I don’t think either of us knows how to ask for them.
What if they say no?
Do we only want this because our bodies are falling apart with need?
“Please,” he whines, thrusting his hips up. “I need more.”
“I know, Omega,” I coo, stroking his face. “Me too. But it’s just us.”
Tears spring into his eyes, and he whines as he wipes them away. “I hate it,” he hiccups. “Hate this.”
I keep his cock warm inside me as I lie down, wrapping my arms around his body and trying to breathe through the cramps that are leaving me aching. I gnaw on his neck above his scent gland, knowing it is a poor excuse for the mating bites both of us spent hours crying for last night.
The situation is untenable, but I don’t know what we can do.
Atlas flips us over and drives into me, tears running down his cheeks. “Alphas,” he sobs, burying his face in my neck. “I need our Alphas, please.”
His desperate plea makes my vision grow fuzzy and my heart stutter in my chest.
Where are our Alphas?
Why haven’t they come to us?
“Omega,” he whines, feeding his fingers through my hair. “Please.”
I have nothing to say, even if I could respond. My voice has been stolen from me, replaced with a soundtrack of whimpers and whines that I have little to no control over.
A sound catches my attention, and I whip my head to the side, locking eyes with Wyatt.
The Alphas are here.
“Can we come in, please, Omegas?” he asks tightly, not pushing past the threshold. The others must be behind him.
Atlas looks at them and whines. “Please.”
“The nest looks gorgeous,” Sebastian says as he slips in behind Wyatt. “You did a beautiful job.”
The nest.
Did making the nest trigger our heat? Were our bodies waiting for that to send us into this horrible heat?
Not that it matters, it’s here now.
Atlas flips me onto my back and doesn’t stop fucking me as the Alphas file in, keeping a wide berth but spreading out in a circle around us. My bonded Omega’s body is scorching on top of mine, and his pace picks up as he makes eye contact with each of them, baring his neck.
“Alphas,” he pants.
“Please,” I beg.
Why aren’t they touching us?
Don’t they want us?
Don’t they want me?
“Shhh, shh,” Charles says, crawling closer to us. “It’s okay, Omegas. We’re right here.”
I want to scream at them that close isn’t good enough, but I can’t. I can’t make the words come out of my mouth. Instead, my fears fall out as fast as my tears. “You don’t want us. Why don’t you want us?”
“We want you,” he promises, moving closer still. “But we didn’t talk about this. You can’t consent when you’re in heat.”
I wrinkle my nose, about to retort, when Atlas reaches between us and gathers slick on his fingers and shoves his hand in Charles’s direction.
The Alpha’s nostrils flare, his pupils expanding to swallow his irises.
Charles stares at Atlas’s hand for nearly a minute before leaning forward and grabbing him by the wrist, sucking his fingers into his mouth. The sound that leaves our Alpha — a mix between a moan and a purr — makes my back arch and toes curl.
I need more of that sound.
I need him. I need him. I need him.
I need his touch. His mouth. His knot.
Need his bite.
I’m scrambling, trying to get to Charles while not dislodging Atlas from my cunt, but I can’t get close enough.
“Please, Alpha,” I whine, brushing my fingers over his knee. I tilt my head back to look at him upside-down. “Please.”
He audibly swallows, throat bobbing. “You’re not lucid,” he whispers. His eyes are nearly black, his pupils so blown out that only the thinnest sliver of his brown iris remains, and he’s almost vibrating, no doubt from holding himself back from me. “I won’t take advantage of you.”
“Then let’s get them lucid,” Wyatt says roughly, before shoving down the front of his basketball shorts and pulling his cock out. “They need pheromones, right?”
Atlas whines as loud as I do, staring at how our Alpha’s hand runs up and down his length. My mouth is watering, and Atlas’s thrusts into me are growing more desperate with every stroke Wyatt makes.
“We’re gonna help y’all out, alright?” he says huskily. “Let’s get you through this wave, then we can talk, okay, but you two have to listen real good.”
I’m nodding enthusiastically, unable to take my eyes off the weeping tip of his cock, but my Omega snarls. “And who put you in charge?”
“If you want this to go any further, you’ll do what I say right now, Atlas. You can be a brat later.”
That was definitely the wrong thing to say.
Atlas pulls off of me and dives toward Wyatt, shoving the Alpha down onto his back.
“I’m not a fucking brat.”
“You’re actin’ like one!” Wyatt snaps back. “I’m trying to help you.” The Alpha pushes up easily, dislodging Atlas and pressing his cheek onto the plush surface of the nest.
Atlas moans at the same time he fights against Wyatt’s hold.
“I’m not asking you to submit to me,” Wyatt snarls, pressing his knee between Atlas’s shoulder blades. “I’m going to let you up, okay? But you’re going to have to do what I ask, because this will help your Omega too, and she’s hurting.” He looks at me, his face softening. “Aren’t you, princess?”
My body is an inferno of need. My vision is going hazy with lust, and I’m crawling to where our Alpha pins my Omega when a firm arm around my waist pulls me back into a heaving chest. “Let me hold you, Omega,” Charles says in my ear, his breath tickling me and making me shiver.
His hard cock presses against my lower back, and I mewl with need.
“Please,” I whimper, squirming for relief. “Please touch me,” I beg.
Charles drags his hands down my sides, up my sternum, across my collarbones, and it’s not enough, but it’s better than nothing.
“We need to get you both exposed to our pheromones enough to break out of the haze. Going all night on your own made this worse than it needs to be, and we need to get you both some relief.” Wyatt says in his thick drawl.
“We can’t touch ya until after, but we’re gonna try our best to make this fast.”
I look around the nest and see our other two pack members reclining against the sides. My vision has been tunneling, but as it comes into focus and I spot them, I lose my breath.
Harvey, in a pair of black boxers and a plain white t-shirt, lounges lazily on the raised side of the nest. He’s cupping his cock with his large hand, not stroking it even though it’s rigid. He winks when he sees me staring at him.
“Hey, doll.”
“Hi,” I whine. “Touch me?”
“Soon, baby, soon.”
“Promise?”
He grins broadly, and it lights up his entire face. “You can count on it.”
Sebastian clears his throat, bringing my attention to him. The blond Alpha is shirtless, his soft, round tummy sporting the barest sprinkle of pale hair. He’s got his hand buried in his pajama pants, and honestly, it’s rude that he’s not letting me see it.
“Whoa, whoa,” he says with a laugh, holding up both hands. “What’s with the growl?”
Was I growling? Fuck. I don’t want to lose myself to the Omega within me, but it’s becoming harder to distinguish where I end and she begins.
“Your cock,” I grit out, wrestling to keep my wits about me the best I can.
He throws his head back, laughing, before pushing his pants down his thighs and letting his hard cock free.
“Better?”
I purr with satisfaction. I made the big Alpha listen to me.
Wyatt has Atlas’s back to his front, his arm banded tightly around the Omega’s shoulders. Atlas looks delirious, his eyes half-lidded and his hand pumping his cock as he rubs himself against Wyatt.
“Now, you two are going to keep doing what you were doing, alright?” Wyatt says, gently guiding Atlas to where I sit in Charles’s lap. “And we’re going to enjoy the show.”
He pushes Atlas toward me, and my Omega pounces, pressing his lips against mine and nipping them. Charles leans back, like he’s about to pull away from me, and I snarl.
“Stay put, Alpha.”
He huffs, but it’s affectionate instead of frustrated. “Anything for my Omegas.”
Atlas grabs me by the waist and pulls my legs toward him before pinning me between him and Charles. I can feel the Alpha’s cock rub against my back with every movement I make, and it has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
What is it going to feel like when I finally get my hands on him?
My thighs part willingly as Atlas slots his hips into mine, his thick, dripping cock slipping between my lips before plunging into me with one smooth motion.
I cry out, reaching behind me to touch Charles in any way I can.
He bands his arms around my waist and leans down, kissing up and down my neck.
“You’re doing so well, Omega. Look at you, taking his cock. He was made for you, wasn’t he?” the Alpha whispers in my ear. “Look at how you make him feel, how desperate he is for you.”
Atlas’s eyes are closed in rapturous pleasure as he crashes his hips into mine, rubbing my back on Charles’s cock with every thrust. Our lips clash right before my eyes land on Wyatt, who is stroking his cock in time with Atlas’s thrusts.
“Good girl,” Wyatt purrs. “Give your Omega what he needs.”
I wrap a leg around Atlas’s hips as Charles grabs my chin and turns my head. “Look what you’re doing to them.”
Harvey throws his head back as he works himself over, the veins in his forearm pulsing and throbbing. I want to run my tongue over them. I want to trace them to his hand, lick across his knuckles, and suck the head of his cock between my lips.
Atlas pinches my clit, and my knees shake.
Charles is panting behind me, his hot breath skating across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
My bonded mate leans down and bites my lip roughly as he pounds into me, his hand working my clit over until I’m climbing higher, and higher, and higher, before I fall over the cliff, screaming out as my orgasm sends slick gushing out of me.
Several things happen at once.
Masculine groans fill the nest, and the ache in my abdomen lessens.
Atlas throws his head back as he pulses inside of me, leaving me satiated for the first time since this began.
Warmth blooms on my back as Charles gasps and shudders behind me.
And then a bright pain, one that I’ve only felt once before, radiates from my shoulder, followed by the whispered words, “Oh shit.”