Chapter 16
Kimmie
I’m dizzy with a heat spike that flares stronger than the omega flu that got me into this in the first place. My entire body throbs. The apex of my thighs is unbearably slick. I hear a low, desperate moan, and realize it came from me. I’m beyond caring about pride or modesty. I just want them.
Tanner scoops me into his arms, his strong grip secure and comforting. He carries me to the bedroom and gently sets me down on the edge of the bed. My breathing is ragged, my body hypersensitive to every touch.
Leo sits next to me amid the plush throws and pillows covering my mattress. He leans in to stroke a damp curl off my forehead. “Kimmie,” he murmurs, “tell us what you need.”
Everything. But I can’t form the word. All I can do is let my thighs fall open in silent invitation.
My shorts and t-shirt are soaked with sweat and slick.
They cling to my body in damp patches. I know I look like hell, but I’m too frantic to care.
“Too many clothes,” I say. I don’t know if I’m talking about them or me.
I let out a trembling breath as Tanner, always the most direct, reaches for the bottom hem of my t-shirt. “Then let’s get you out of them, sweetheart.”
He peels my shirt off, and I whimper in relief as cool air kisses my overheated skin. My breasts spill free, nipples tightening from exposure and pure excitement. Elliot and Leo’s eyes flick down, taking in every bare inch, and the way they look at me sends a new rush of slick between my legs.
Tanner slides my shorts down over my hips, his rough hands making my skin prickle. The fabric is practically glued to my damp skin, but he gets them off.
“Fuck!” he says. “No panties.”
I’m left naked and shivering—not from cold, but from the vulnerability of my nakedness.
Leo leans in, his lips brushing mine in a tentative kiss that ignites a fuse in my veins.
The gentle press of his mouth quickly becomes more urgent.
He kisses me like he can’t get enough, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that makes me whimper.
I tug at the collar of his shirt until he gets the hint and yanks it off.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to fling the fabric aside.
Tanner kneels between my legs and takes a long look at my pussy. I’m too fevered to feel shy about his scrutiny. I want him to see how wet I am, how this maddening heat has made my body open and ready. My thighs quiver when he runs his rough-skinned palm up my calf and eases my knees wider.
He stares at the glistening slit between my legs. “You smell so damn sweet, Kimmie.”
My inner walls clench around nothing, painfully empty. “Then do something about it,” I say.
Tanner glances at Elliot, a silent question passing between them. Elliot gives a subtle nod, looking half-crazed with his own desire. I’m sure they’ve never dealt with a newly turned omega in full heat, but they’re determined to do whatever it takes to help me through this.
Elliot pushes me down gently. Now my back is flat against the mattress, but my legs are still dangling off the side. Tanner grabs my hips and uses the grip to slide my butt to the edge.
Right to his waiting mouth.
The first pass of his tongue against my folds makes me cry out. My hands clutch the bedding, and my back bows off the mattress. It feels indescribably good, hot and wet, relieving a tiny fraction of the ache.
He licks another slow, deliberate stripe from my opening to my clit, and my vision darkens around the edges. Leo stretches out next to me, his head close to mine. I turn my face into him and moan into the crook of his neck. The warm, comforting smell of his skin just makes everything more intense.
“Easy,” Leo murmurs and strokes his hand over my hair as Tanner continues teasing me with lazy circles of his tongue. “We’ve got you.”
Elliot kneels next to me, leaning down to take my nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue swirling around the hardened peak makes my body tremble. Pleasure spikes through me, sharp and overwhelming.
“More,” I beg, rolling my hips to get closer to Tanner’s mouth. I push my free hand into Elliot’s curls until he sucks harder on my distended nipple. “God, please.”
Tanner huffs a laugh against my skin, then seals his lips around my clit and sucks, hard. The pleasure is immediate and raw. I jerk, a ragged moan tearing from my throat.
“Oh, fuck, oh—”
Tanner slides two fingers inside me in one smooth motion.
My body grips them greedily, pulling him deeper.
The stretch is good, but nowhere near enough to quell the hunger building in me.
Still, the thrust of his fingers in time with the stroking of his tongue sends waves of electric bliss radiating upward.
My entire world narrows to the wet slide of his mouth, the feel of his fingers, and the warmth of Elliot’s mouth at my breast. My body tingles with the threat of release, that tight coil forming low in my belly.
“Tanner,” I gasp, not sure if I’m begging him to slow down or speed up. But he interprets it as encouragement. He flicks my clit with his tongue, pressing his fingers deeper, and that coil snaps.
I climax with a keening cry, hips lifting off the mattress as my muscles clench around Tanner’s fingers. My entire being pulses, heartbeat echoing in my ears. The orgasm doesn’t fade so much as morph into a rolling wave that leaves me trembling and sweaty, but still desperate for more.
When Tanner finally pulls his hand free and sits back, his lips glisten with my slick. His eyes are hot with lust. “You taste unreal,” he says, slipping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. The sight makes me groan.
Leo rolls onto his back. With a quick motion, he strips off his jeans.
His boxers follow, revealing a thick cock, the head glossy with pre-come.
His knot—thicker at the base and already beginning to swell, makes my mouth go dry.
Beta men don’t have them, and I’ve never seen one in person before.
The sight of it, animal and undeniable, sends another gush of slick between my legs.
Elliot shrugs out of his suit jacket and pulls off the tie he’s still wearing.
Impatient, he only bothers to undo his cuffs and top two collar buttons before tugging his shirt off over his head.
Then he stands to drop his pants. He’s lean and strong.
His skin is tan and taut over the muscles his business suit hides.
When his boxers join the pile, I swallow hard at the sight of his erection, long and curving slightly upward, twitching as though he can barely control himself.
With a surge of boldness, I reach for him, curling my fingers around his shaft. His breath stutters. Slowly, I stroke him from root to tip, fascinated by the velvety heat against my palm. He bites back a groan, guiding my hand so I tighten my grip.
He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. The moment feels surprisingly intimate—two sweaty bodies, no illusions left, my hand still on his cock. “I don’t want you overwhelmed,” he says. “This is your first heat. You don’t know how intense it can get.”
I swallow, blinking through a fresh wave of need. “Then help me through it,” I whisper. “Please.”
Elliot kisses me, and it’s somehow both tender and carnal. I lose myself in the press of his tongue seeking mine. Meanwhile, Leo and Tanner shift around on the mattress. The bed dips as they reposition themselves on either side of me.
Tanner catches my gaze. “Kimmie, can we move you onto your side?”
Elliot helps maneuver my body, so I’m lying on my right side, facing him, with my back to Leo.
Leo’s chest meets my spine, and the sensation of his heat behind me sends another flare of longing through me.
He slides a hand around my waist, under my breasts, pulling me snug against him.
I can feel his cock against the curve of my ass, hot and insistent.
“You okay?” Leo asks, lips hovering near my ear.
“Yeah,” I say, voice cracking with anticipation.
Elliot lifts my left leg, guiding it over his hip, opening me to him. I catch my breath as he aligns his cock with my entrance. There’s a moment of sweet, dizzying tension as he presses forward, the head slipping into my body. We both groan at the contact.
My eyelids flutter shut at the exquisite fullness. Elliot pushes deeper, inch by inch. I feel him throbbing inside me, and the sensation is so intense tears prick my eyes.
“Too much?” Elliot asks, concern lacing his voice.
I shake my head, forcing out a breathy laugh. “No. Just…wow. Keep going.”
Elliot is hard and deep inside me. His cock pulses against my walls as he pushes deeper still.
My legs are trembling, one slung over his hip, the other pressed into the mattress.
I feel swollen, stretched, impossibly full—and still, somehow, it isn’t enough.
Their aroused scents are all around me, and my body isn’t going to be satisfied until I’ve had each of them inside me.
Heat pools between my thighs in another wave of slick that coats both of us.
Elliot pushes in to the base of his knot, then gives me time to adjust to his length. His green eyes bore into mine, searching, focused—like he’s memorizing the way I look with his cock buried deep inside my pussy.
“You’re gripping me like you never want to let go, Kimmie. So beautiful,” he says softly, reverently.
Behind me, Leo’s body presses into my back, all warm skin and controlled strength. One arm is under my neck, the other curved around my waist. He holds me steady while I gasp and squirm between them. His cock, thick and hot, drags along the crease of my ass, leaking precum onto my back.
Elliot is going slowly, driving me crazy. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t make me wait. I need it.” It sounds plaintive to my own ears.
Elliot’s hips draw back, the drag of him nearly unbearable. Then he thrusts back in, firm and smooth. I cry out, nails digging into his biceps as my body jolts from the shock of it.