Chapter 39 Willa
THIRTY-NINE
willa
I slide off Beau’s knot, the soft deflation finally releasing its grip after what feels like an eternity locked inside me. A rush of warm, sticky slick floods out of my pussy, dripping down my thighs and soaking into the soft blankets of my nest.
I feel Beau coursing through me, beating in my heart and under my skin. I tentatively send a bit of the emotion swelling in me to him, and he groans softly, holding me to him.
“You’ve ruined me, sweet girl.”
“I hope not.” I chuckle. “I want that again and then maybe again.”
“This old man is going to need a long nap.” He laughs, and I know it’s not true, because I can feel him half-hard beneath me.
But then the missing pieces filter in. Charlie, Jake. My Omega needs them all, burning through me. A throbbing ache that demands to be filled again, deeper, more completely. A need to have them both in my body and my soul.
My body trembles, skin flushed and slick with sweat, the air thick with the musky scent of our mingled arousal. The heat in my veins pulses insistently, my Omega instincts screaming for the Alphas to claim me fully.
My eyes find Jake, his broad shoulders tense, his thick cock jutting out hard and dripping with pre-come. His Alpha pheromones flood the room, making my pussy clench in anticipation.
With a low whine escaping my lips, I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his shirt, yanking him down onto me.
“Jake, please—make me your Omega,” I beg, voice breaking with need.
I look over to Charlie, who stood to remove the rest of his clothes. I reach for him over Jake’s shoulder. “I need you both inside me, making me yours forever.”
He growls softly, a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest like a promise and crashes over me tenderly.
“Anything for you, Wills,” Charlie breathes into my hair as he settles on his side next to me, where I’m lying partially under Jake.
I look up into Jake’s eyes, his weight pinning me into the nest with careful strength. I can’t wait to feel this beautiful man in my heart—the bond I’ve wanted since I first met him, filling me as he knots me. A sharp cramp of need makes me whimper.
“You need this, Wildcat,” Jake says as his thick cock breaches me in one swift slide, stretching my soaked pussy walls with that delicious burn I crave.
I gasp, my back arching off the blankets as he bottoms out, his hips grinding against mine with a gentle roll at first.
The pressure is immediate, intense, filling the void Beau left behind and then some. Every inch of him pulses inside me, hot and unyielding with the first thrust.
“That’s it, Omega, you take me so beautifully. You’re made for us, for this,” Jake murmurs, his voice full of affection as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back as pleasure sparks through my nerves like fireworks.
I can feel Charlie nearby, his presence a heated shadow, and when I look over, I see his eyes devouring the way Jake’s cock disappears into me.
He’s stroking himself, his strong hands working that massive length. It makes me clench around Jake, which makes him groan and thrust into me harder. Like a feedback loop of pleasure.
“Charlie,” I gasp, needing his touch, needing them both.
“I’m here.” He moves closer, playing with my breast and pinching my nipple before bending down to take a hard bud into his mouth.
His hand travels down to where my clit is, his tongue and fingers a slow torture, and Jake’s heavy pumps send me over the edge into a blinding climax. I arch into Jake with the force of my orgasm.
“Flip her over,” Charlie tells Jake, and I’m rolled so I’m on top with Jake’s hands gripping my hips and lifting me up and down his shaft.
Charlie comes up behind. His fingers, rough and callused, part my ass cheeks, exposing me to the cool air of the room. I shiver, pushing back instinctively, my body begging for it.
“Charlie, knot me too,” I plead, turning my head to meet his heated gaze. “Please.”
“How did I ever get so lucky?” Charlie whispers reverently, his tone laced with lust and warmth, dipping his fingers into the leaking slick from where Jake thrusts into my pussy, gathering the warm, slippery essence.
“Omega, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with tender hunger. Then he presses one finger in, breaching me slowly.
The stretch stings, but it’s laced with pleasure, my nerves lighting up as he works me open, scissoring his digits while Jake keeps up his relentless pace. Slick drips everywhere, the sharpening scent of my arousal filling the nest like a drug.
“You feel so good, Willa, so ready for us,” Jake adds softly, his thrusts slowing just enough to let me breathe, his hand stroking my cheek.
“That’s my girl, opening up so sweetly for me,” Charlie praises, pulling them out, and I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against me, thick and insistent.
He grabs more slick from my pussy—Jake’s cock dragging out just enough to let him scoop it—coating himself before lining up.
“I love how you take us, Omega. We’re going to make you ours forever. ”
With a grunt, Charlie pushes in, his knot already swelling at the base of his cock. The burn is exquisite, a sharp fullness that makes me cry out, my voice breaking into a sob of pleasure.
I gasp at the feeling of having them both inside me again. Jake doesn’t stop, his hips snapping forward, sandwiching me between their massive bodies with a protective tenderness.
Charlie’s cock sinks deeper, inch by throbbing inch.
“Good girl, taking us both so deep,” he growls softly, his praise making me clench harder around them, his hand caressing my back.
They find a rhythm, brutal and synced, Jake pulling out as Charlie thrusts in, then reversing, their cocks rubbing against each other through my flesh. The friction is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through my core.
My body rocks between them, my knees digging into the softness of the nest.
“We need you, Willa—our perfect Omega,” Jake breathes against my ear, his voice tender amid the urgency.
Beau watches from the side, his hand fisted around his semi-hard length, eyes dark with hunger as he watches me being double-knotted.
I will never be alone again; the rightness of it fills me with elation. I expose my neck, arching in a way that gives them both access.
“Claim me, bite me,” I whimper, and I’m met with fire and heat.
“So beautiful like this, all ours.” Charlie pulls my head back with a gentle tug of my hair and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I feel Jake lean up and lick a spot on my neck.
“Are you sure, pretty girl?” he asks, and I nod, never more sure of anything in my life.
Their scents envelop me, Alpha musk so potent it makes my Omega instincts surge, my pussy gushing more slick around Jake. I’m theirs; I feel it building, the bond hovering just out of reach, a tingling thread in my mind waiting to snap into place.
Then come the bites.
Jake bites down first, his teeth sinking into the curve of my neck, right over my scent gland. The pain blooms hot and sharp, blood welling under his teeth, but it’s eclipsed by a rush of ecstasy.
“Mine, my sweet Omega,” he murmurs through the bite, his growl vibrating against my skin as he bites down harder, claiming me with fierce love as he slides his knot into me and sends me over the edge.
And as if they planned it, the moment I climax, Charlie follows, his mouth latching onto my other shoulder, teeth piercing flesh, letting out a groan that sends the part of my brain that could think into paralysis.
“And mine too, Omega. I can feel our hearts tying together,” he whispers.
The urge rises in me, fierce and reciprocal. “I need to claim you, too. Let me bond with you,” I whisper, turning my head, sinking my teeth into Jake’s shoulder first.
His skin gives way under my bite, blood on my tongue, hot and metallic. He roars softly, his body shuddering against mine as a second release fills me, and I feel it—the bond tightening.
“Yes, Omega—seal it, make me yours,” he gasps, his cock jerking inside me, knot throbbing as he comes again, erupting deep inside me.
It’s overwhelming, his pleasure crashing into mine, making my walls milk him desperately.
I release him, panting, and twist toward Charlie, my teeth finding the soft column of his throat below his stubble. “Mine forever,” I murmur before biting down, drawing blood that tastes like salt and power.
He groans tenderly, hips bucking wildly as the bond seals with a snap, and he comes undone, his knot pulsing in my ass, his essence filling me to overflowing.
A primal sound I’ve never heard before rushes out of me as the dual bond wraps around me, twisting into bliss, my body convulsing as their saliva mixes with my blood, the bonding pheromones flooding my system.
It’s like fire and silk sliding into my veins.
The bond to Jake ignites first—a warm, possessive tether wrapping around my soul, pulling me into him.
I feel his hunger, his need to breed me, to fill me with his seed, echoing in my chest with tender devotion.
Every small thrust of his cock pulses with it, his knot swelling inside my pussy, stretching me impossibly full.
The connection deepens, colors sharpening, scents intensifying; I taste his dominance on my tongue, feel his heartbeat sync with mine.
“I love you like this, Willa—our bond is everything,” Jake says softly, his voice weaving through the link.
Then Charlie’s bond weaves in, cooler but no less fierce, a steel cable locking around my core. His claim on my ass mirrors it, his knot ballooning, pressing against Jake’s through the wall, making me feel every pulse.
I’m sobbing now, tears streaking my face, but it’s pure joy, my body alight with the merge. The bonds hum, alive, making every sensation amplified—the drag of their cocks, the slap of skin, the coppery tang of blood in my mouth.
“You’re so precious to us,” Charlie murmurs, his hand stroking my hair.
“God, Willa, I feel you—everywhere,” he groans, his ecstasy a tidal wave that drowns me. The feedback of pleasure from their release, their knots locking us together, sends another orgasm ripping through me like lightning.
Waves of pleasure crash endlessly, my whole body clenching around their knots, slick and come leaking out despite being locked together.
The bonds pulse with aftershocks, their satisfaction bleeding into me—warm and complete.
“Love you, Willa,” Jake whispers, his hand caressing my side. Beau’s soft moan pulls at my attention, his eyes glazed with release as he fists himself to another climax.
I gesture for him to come close, pulling him into the space in my arms that isn’t being taken by Charlie, and we all somehow fall to the nest in a pile of limbs, legs, and love.
I’m theirs, irrevocably, the emptiness gone, replaced by this full, aching union. Their hands stroke me now, gentler.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.