36. Grace
The streets of Manhattan transform into glistening ribbons under the city lights as rain cascades around us in a relentless downpour. Not that I care. I’m flanked by Stanton and Lucas, each holding one of my hands, and my heart is beating so quickly I think it’ll explode.
“We should call a cab,” Lucas suggests, his voice laced with concern as another gust of wind whips at us, driving the rain sideways.
Stanton nods in agreement, his brow furrowed as he scans the street for a potential ride.
I’m so happy, I can’t help but laugh. “And miss out on this?” I let go of their hands and twirl on the sidewalk. “Come on, live a little!”
Before they can protest, I grip their hands and tug them forward. “I want to walk with my alphas.”
Stanton grins, the spark in his eyes igniting as Lucas’s laughter joins mine, warming me despite the chill of the rain.
We walk in the rain through the streets and by the time we reach their building, my hair is plastered to my face, and my clothes are soaked through, but none of that matters because with each step we take, my heart feels lighter, the past disappearing like the rain into the sewers of Manhattan.
As we reach the covered doorway, soaked but smiling, the doorman greets us with a broad smile.
He glances between us. “You found your treasure,” he says to Lucas, his eyes twinkling with an unspoken understanding.
“I did, Trent.” Lucas pulls me close, his eyes showing the love he has for me. And my heart sings when he looks at Stanton and says, “And we’re never losing her again, are we?”
Stanton grumbles as he carries me to the bathroom. He wanted me to sleep in his and Lucas’ cum.
At least, Lucas isn’t so much of a deviant.
Holding me close to him as we plunge under the hot water of the shower together.
He presses a tender kiss on my lips before he lowers me until my feet touch the tiles.
He continues to do everything for me, not letting me move one limb as he cleans me.
And I love it.
He squeezes a generous amount of shampoo on his hands and works his long fingers against my scalp. After washing my hair, he leaves in the conditioner while he washes my body from my head to my toes.
He groans as he washes between my legs, his fingers gently skimming my clit. “Are you sore?”
I smile. “A nice sore.”
Lucas, Stanton and I rushed back to their apartment the moment I admitted how much I needed both of my alphas in my life. And since then, we’ve spent the last twenty-four hours in bed.
I thought Sienna would be furious when I told her I was taking a few days off, leaving her in charge. But when I told her I was making her the manager of the café and that I was now her boss, she screamed down the phone and told me to take as much time as I wanted.
Lucas comes into the shower, kisses the top of my head before he takes the shower head and washes the conditioner off my hair. Once he’s finished, he picks me up in his arms. The movement is quick, and I release a small sigh.
“We’ve got hockey practice and then we’ll be back later. You need to catch up on your sleep.”
“I’ll miss you both, but I’m sleepy.” I wrap my legs around his waist, and drop my tired head on his shoulder. My eyes find Stanton, who presses a kiss on my shoulder.
“We know, baby.” Stanton helps Lucas to lay me on the bed. My alphas snuggle on either side of me as my heavy eyelids drop. “We’ll hold you while you do, and you’ll be revived when we get home and start again.”
My bond is alight with love and satisfaction the moment my eyes open. I check the time on the nightstand when I hear the apartment door open and close.
A faint whimper escapes my throat, and I crawl to the edge of the mattress, knowing it’s my men.
“Alphas,” I purr, waiting.
The door opens. Lucas and Stanton shuck off their clothes the moment they see me, causing a gush of slick to slide down my inner thighs.
Stanton’s nose twitches as he kicks the door shut behind him, smiling as he prowls toward me.
Lucas asks, “What do you need, kitten?”
A shiver runs down my spine, remembering the last time he called me the nickname.
“I need to feel the two of you inside me.” Just the thought of my alphas together inside me makes goosebumps break out over my skin.
A low growl comes from my two alphas.
“Together again?” Lucas asks. “You want our cocks in your pussy again?”
“Anything,” I purr. “But I want you both inside me.” I open my legs to show him I’m ready and don’t need priming.
Lucas picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, shuffling to feel the crown of his cock against my opening and moan. “I need to be knotted.”
“Kiss me first,” Lucas says.
I wrap my arms around his neck and slam my mouth on his as I rim my pussy over the tip of his dick.
My gaze lands on Stanton, who is smiling at me with his pack mate, sending love sizzling through the bond and landing in my full heart.
Lucas strides to the top of the bed, holding me against his powerful body as he kneels on the edge before shuffling to the top, with me still protectively held against him.
When he settles against the headboard, he kisses me again while I slide my slick pussy over the length of his long, thick cock.
“Are you sure you want both of us together?” he checks again.
I nod.
“Aren’t you fucking perfect!” Stanton growls in my ear as Lucas grabs my hips and thrusts his dick inside me.
I groan as my fingernails dig into his shoulders as I bounce on top of him, matching each of his thrusts. Over and over. Each time our bodies collide, I feel the delicious press of his knot against my pussy. If I didn’t want Stanton inside me too, I would grind over his knot and impale myself and then beg Stanton to knot me there, too. Not today. I don’t want to ruin my vagina.
Stanton’s large body covers my back. His erection is a steel bar as it slides through my ass cheeks while kissing my shoulder, my neck, and whispering, “Are you ready for your alphas to fuck you like you’re a bad girl?”
“Yes please,” I purr.
He leans closer, his warm breath against my ear. “Are you giving me permission to fuck your sweet ass, baby?”
My eyes are on Lucas as my alphas wait.
“You know you’re in charge, Omega? You know you own us now?” Stanton says, smoothing his hand over the curve of my butt cheek.
The hair on my arms stands on end. I smile and say, “Permission given.”
Stanton presses a finger inside my pussy and against Lucas’ dick. “You’re so tight. I doubt I’ll get in your ass with Lucas taking up all the space.”
“Please,” I whine. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Good girl.” Stanton breathes against my neck as he gathers more slick from my pussy and coats his fingers with it before rimming my back hole.
Lucas exhales, taking my face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss on my lips. With his mouth against mine, he murmurs, “We’d die without you now. Tell us you’re ours.”
I slow my rhythm on Lucas’ dick and close my eyes. It’s all I want. Lucas and Stanton, and all the children we’ll bring into this world. “Always and forever.”
Cold liquid runs through my ass cheeks before Stanton’s finger works through the crack of my ass cheeks, and inside me.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Tell me to stop at any time, and I will.” Stanton presses his finger just a small amount inside me, enough to make me moan at the feeling of being so deliciously full. I tense and groan. It stings a little but also oh so good. “I’m using lube, too. I want to make sure you’re prepped properly. Next time, we’ll only need your slick.”
“I feel full.”
Stanton laughs. “I’m only at the knuckle, baby. Can you take more?”
I nod frantically, wanting to feel everything they give me. He adds another finger, working them in and out together, deeper with each press until he’s buried past a knuckle. “I’m going to scissor my fingers before I add another.”
I buck against Lucas.
“You like that, baby,” Stanton murmurs in my ear.
“So much.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as my back arches and I rock against his hand and onto Lucas’ cock in a slow, rhythmic roll.
Lucas groans. “She’s so tight and she’s squeezing my cock so hard, I think it’ll snap.”
“I’m ready.”
Slowly, he removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. “I’ll be slow, but it’ll sting at first.”
Stanton widens my legs and I groan at how deep the position has put me on Lucas’ cock. His body covers mine as his enormous dick nudges at my entrance.
Oh. My God. This is going to hurt.
My body tenses. Lucas takes my mind off the invasion of my ass by fondling my breasts.
“It’s only the tip at the moment. Breathe through it.” Stanton slides his cock up and down the cleft of my ass cheeks before pushing once again at the rim. “That’s it, baby. You’re letting me in.”
My heart is pounding as much as my clit. And I want this. “Please, let me feel you.”
Lucas takes hold of my hips as Stanton gently pushes behind me.
My eyes widen.
My lungs freeze.
But he’s in.
“Fuck!” I gasp.
My two alphas grunt, obviously feeling each through the thin wall that separates them.
“Is it too much?” Stanton stills behind me. “I can pull out or stop.”
“Just move,” I groan, panting through the weird pain, or is pleasure?
I don’t know.
“Fuck.”
Stanton’s hands grip my hips as he and Lucas work in perfect harmony; one man slides in and the other pulls out. Slowly at first until the rhythm gets faster, and I get used to the feeling in my ass.
Soon, I love the feeling of my alphas knots grind against my entrances, but I just want to beg one of my men to knot me. I tilt my ass higher, and pound back and forth over Lucas’ dick, hoping to slip over his knot.
The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. My clit is throbbing, my nipples ache as I scream out their names.
Lucas groans. “She’s pulsing around my cock. She’s going to come.”
Stars flash behind my closed eyes and I’m so close to coming already, but… can I take two knots?
When I open my eyes, Lucas’ gaze lowers from my eyes to Stanton’s mark. He leans forward and licks across the now healed wound. A soft purr leaves my lips.
“Knot me,” I whine. “Together.”
“No fucking way,” Stanton growls into my ear.
I reach back and grab his thigh. “Knot me. Together.”
Stanton’s body slams forward, his dick plunging into my ass at the same time as Lucas goes deeper into my pussy.
I’m rocking my hips back and forth, getting closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck,” Stanton curses behind me, his hips bucking into me erratically.
“I’m … I’m...” Desire rushes through me, but I want more. “Knot me,” I growl.
“Do as the omega wants,” Lucas says. His bruising hold on my hips doesn’t relent as each of their thrusts turns into gyrations.
My pussy fills up with Lucas’ knot. He groans, “You need to be quick before I come and inflate inside her.”
Stanton hasn’t knotted me and he is pounding into my ass, sliding along Lucas’ dick and his rapidly inflating knot.
“Fuck!” Lucas stills as his hot cum drenches my walls.
The intensity is unbearable. I cry out as I unravel with him. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
Is my body is singing, or is it tingling? I don’t know.
“You’re so hot and so beautiful when you come, Omega,” Stanton groans in my ear, still pounding away, as the sounds of his ragged breaths let me know he’s getting closer. “But I can’t knot you. You’re too fucking tight for anything more.”
Stanton pulls out behind me, but not fully.
“Knot me, Stanton,” I growl. “I want to ache. I want to feel my alphas inside me. Own me.”
Hands stroke my skin. Everything is throbbing: my nipples, my clit, my pussy. And I want to pulse all over.
Stanton wraps an arm around my waist and thrusts harder, sliding against the tightness of Lucas’ knotting.
I lick my lips as I watch Lucas getting closer to another orgasm. His eyes focused on mine. His mouth opens with a gasp.
“My omega,” he chokes out.
“My alpha,” I say, taking his cheeks in my hands and waiting. “Forever.”
His eyes flash. He knows what is coming.
“I want to feel you forever. I want to be owned by you forever.” My eyes remain on his as I smile and lift my chin. “Make me yours.”
“Yes,” Stanton chokes out behind me, kissing the back of my shoulder as I lean forward.
Lucas grabs my face in his hands and lurches forward, not hesitating. His eyes are dark and his roar animalistic right before his teeth sink into my flesh.
I cry out as his bond lights up my body.
Happiness is the first feeling I get from him, and then an overwhelming need, followed by deep love.
I burst out crying.
“I love you,” I sob and shatter, clenching around two hard dicks and a knot.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” Stanton groans against my ear as he pounds into me from behind.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as Stanton fucks me hard and Lucas licks his claiming bite as pleasure blasts into the bond.
Stanton’s body slams forward. I gasp as he stills and fills me with hot cum.
My eyes are wide. Surprise and desire rather than shock shoot into the bond. I think that’s from the three of us, as Stanton works his knot deeper into my ass.
“Do you feel empty now, baby?” Stanton chuckles darkly.
My pussy and ass are stretched beyond anything I could ever imagine and I feel like all the air has been knocked from my lungs, but even though I’m waiting for my body to get used to the fullness, I love it.
“Move slowly, baby. Nice and gentle,” Stanton says, but I know it’s impossible.
“I can’t move.” My body is locking them down, wanting them inside me forever.
“Shh. Our knots will settle and release you. Let us take over.”
I take that moment to take a deep breath and contemplate this moment.
“We’ve got you, omega.” One of my alphas says as my eyes close with them deep inside me.
“You have.” I smile as they press tender kisses against my weary body.
And just when I think it’s over, I come again.
Lucas and Stanton do too.
I could come over and over as long as it’s with my alphas.
I just love the feeling of my alphas falling apart inside me. I love seeing their faces as they do. I love the flickers of emotions and the kisses they give me.
But what I really love is when their noses brush against my skin, nuzzling as they take in my scent, knowing I’m theirs.
Their scented mate.
And honestly, I never thought I’d fall in love with one alpha, never mind two. Strange, but I’m grateful for BetaFans and my longing to be a beta again, because I know if I wanted to be an omega from the beginning there’s a chance I would never have met Lucas and Stanton and have our babies growing inside me.
They disagree. They knew they’d find me. Because one way or another scent matched alphas and omegas always find each other.
I get it. Scent matching is this world’s equivalent to soulmates or fated mates.
Whatever you want to call it, we are the lucky ones, the few who are destined to be together.