Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hollie
I’ve swapped tales with enough omegas, read enough online forums, and studied enough biology textbooks to know that an alpha’s knot is meant to be the most incredible, mind-blowing, and downright erotic experience possible for an Omega – one I’d never experienced.
Sure, I have my dildos with the fake knots – the ones that vibrate, that pulsate, that even expand to imitate an alpha’s.
They never really did anything for me. And I thought all those other Omegas, those online forums and those textbooks, had seriously exaggerated – big-time fake news – to try and convince us omegas to hook up with alphas despite their pushy natures, grumpy attitudes, and self-centered ways.
Turns out I was wrong.
I was wrong big-time.
At first, I don’t realize. Clay holds me tight in his arms, his cock jerking inside me and hot liquid flooding my pussy.
He tells me he’s going to knot me, and I hold my breath and wait.
I feel a slight pressure at the entrance to my pussy and my heart sinks.
It’s nothing special. No better than all those stupid dildos.
But the thing is, it doesn’t stop there.
It keeps expanding. The stretch is both alarming and, at first, even a little painful.
But that’s the delicious nature of it – the pain and the pleasure, like day and night, like sweet and sour, like hot and cold, mixing together, one swirling into the other, and soon the pleasure swamps through my body, drowning out all the pain.
His knot locks firmly into my pussy.
It’s so intense. For a moment, my vision whites, all the noise in my head stops. All I am is sensation. And the sensation right now is pleasurable. Every nerve end in my body must be singing, and I’m sure I’m floating somewhere near the ceiling, maybe somewhere altogether heavenly.
When finally my never-ending orgasm stops, I drag open my eyelids, the world blurry for several seconds until Clay Jackson’s handsome face finally comes into focus.
He’s watching me with those sky-blue eyes of his, so dreamy.
I think they’re the thing about him I like most. Well…
maybe not the most. His cock and his knot are most definitely my favorite parts of the man built like an adonis.
“Good?” he asks me.
“So good,” I mutter. “Please do that to me again and again and again. In fact, never stop doing that to me.”
He chuckles. “You’re going to have to wait a little bit of time for my knot to deflate before I can do that again, Omega. You’re not in heat, and I’m not in rut.”
The mention of those two words – loaded as they are – has both of us shuddering, and he growls, lowering his head to suck on my neck and sending me into more clouds of bliss.
I’ve never shared a heat with an alpha before, I’ve never wanted to. Now I most definitely want to share it with him. I’m just not sure how to ask. Because we haven’t established what this is. Is it just a one-time thing? A holiday hook-up? A Christmas fling?
“I bet you’re beautiful in heat, Omega.”
“I am most certainly not,” I tell him. “I’m a sweaty, sticky, disgusting mess.”
“That sounds frankly amazing.”
And I giggle as he rolls us onto our sides, shifting me until I’m comfortably curled up against his chest, his cock still knotted securely in my pussy. I could easily drift off to sleep now – sedated, content, and thoroughly well fucked.
But there’s a firm and rather insistent knock on the door before my eyes have fluttered shut.
“I think my pack mates may have lost patience with me, Hollie,” Clay admits, tickling his fingers up and down my bare back.
For a moment, lost in Clay Jackson’s arms and all the delicious things he was doing, I’d forgotten about the two hot pack mates. But now I get a whiff of their scents, and something stirs inside me.
“Can we let them in?” I ask Clay.
“That’s up to you.”
I shuffle in his arms, bringing the bed sheet up over my body because I’m a little shy and a little nervous. But I want this. I want this a lot.
Clay is correct. I’m an omega. I was designed for a pack.
One alpha is frankly not enough. So I remember what I told them about being tough.
I need to live up to those words. I’m going to grow a pair of ovaries (a pair of ovaries that are more than happy with the current situation in which we find ourselves) and take what I want for Christmas. This pack.
“Come in,” I tell them.
The door flings back almost immediately and Tucker’s storming inside, Nash right on his heels.
I guess it’s been pretty obvious what Clay and I have been up to.
I wasn’t exactly quiet. In fact, for the first time in my life, I was outrageously noisy during sex.
Usually there’s a part of me that’s self-conscious – too aware, wondering how I look, how I sound, how I smell.
But this time, I was too lost in the moment to care about any of that.
So I’m not surprised when Clay’s packmates spot the two of us in bed together, and neither of them look surprised by what they’ve found. In fact, if anything, they look pleased.
“You been having fun?” Tucker asks me with an incredibly sexy lopsided grin.
“Uh-huh.”
“Sounded like it,” he says. “And he knotted you?”
“He did,” I say.
“Your first time,” Nash says, sliding off his glasses and folding in his arms. “You realize now what you’ve been missing out on.”
“She wants me to knot her over and over again,” Clay says, with a fair bit of pride in his voice.
“Actually,” I correct him – which has disappointment momentarily shining in his eyes, “I’d like all of you to knot me over and over again.”
I can feel Clay’s knot deflating between my legs, and I wonder if, like I’m a pack Omega, he’s a pack Alpha and his cock knows how to share. I wriggle free from his arms and, with the sheet still tucked under my arms, roll to sit up.
“Are you happy to oblige?” I ask them both.
Tucker winks at me. “I’m at your service, ma’am.”
Nash simply stares at me and murmurs, “There’s nothing I’d want more in this world.”
“Good,” I say, feeling the mattress shift beside me as Clay also rolls up to sit. “But there’s one problem I see with this arrangement.”
All three of their scents spiral in the air momentarily, signaling alarm that I have spotted a potential problem. What does that mean? That we’re already highly in tune with one another? And does that mean we were meant for each other?
“What problem?” Tucker asks.
“Your packmates –” I point to Tucker and then to Nash “– are wearing far too many clothes.”
I barely finish my sentence before Tucker has stripped most of the clothes from his body.
His skin, despite the short winter days, is sun-kissed, and a swirl of ink runs over his chest and around his shoulders.
The fuzz of hair that skims down his belly to his cock is darker than the blond locks on his head and a lot curlier.
His cock itself is just as big as his packmate’s, although it curves at a slightly different angle.
Nash takes more time undressing, his chestnut eyes locked on me the whole time as he carefully folds his sweater, his socks, his shirt, and then his pants in a neat pile.
Tucker’s practically bouncing on the soles of his feet by the time Nash finally – finally – slides his boxers down his thick thighs.
“Jeez, man,” he mutters.
Nash’s cock is hard too, and the little Omega inside me buzzes with pride. I did that. Just the thought of being with me is making them hard.
I’m not disappointed to find that Nash’s cock is just as big as his packmates’, although it does provide me with some technical considerations.
I nibble on my lip as Nash and Tucker stalk toward the bed. “How is this going to work? Because … ” I point to the two cocks striding my way. “There’s no way– ”
“Yes, there is,” Clay growls beside me.
I snap my head in his direction. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“I do. You think, because we’re big, you won’t be able to take us all. And I’m telling you, you will.”
I shake my head. Clay was big enough – he’d had to coax and cajole me to open up to him. He hadn’t been able to fit all the way inside me at first.
“You’re an Omega,” Nash states matter-of-factly. “Your pussy was made to take knots. It was made to take more than one cock.”
I’d forgotten how frank and how ridiculously dirty Nash’s words could be. I’d also forgotten the effect they could have on me. I feel slick sliding from between my legs. The smell of it is sticky and sweet in the air, and the other two alphas are scrabbling up onto the bed.
“Hi,” I say when I find myself in the center of a circle of very naked, very hot alphas.
Honestly, forget the wood-chopping, forget the hay-bale throwing, forget the horse grooming and every other slightly insignificant, minor erotic event that’s ever happened to me in my whole entire life, because this blows everything out of the bedroom.
“Hey there,” Tucker replies. “Fancy meeting you here – in your nest.”
“What do you mean?” I say.
“It’s yours now,” Clay says.
And I know they’re just words – words said to a girl they’re about to do frankly dirty, obscene things with – but it still has my heart fluttering.
I’d love a nest like this. I’d love a nest that was built for me with love and attention.
It’s crazy, but it’s as if these men knew what I wanted before even I did, because frankly there’s nothing about this nest that I would change.
“So how exactly are we going to–”
But I don’t finish my words because Tucker has hold of my shins. He yanks them down the bed so that I’m falling onto my back and then he’s pinning my legs open.
“Nash,” he says, “make our girl come.”
“Yes,” I say, “please do, Nash.”
Nash leans over me, placing a sweet kiss to my lips first and then trailing those kisses down my throat, over my breasts, down my ribcage and my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. There, he takes a deep lungful of my scent.
“I can smell your sweet slick, Omega. And I can also smell Clay deep inside your pussy.”
Again, I wonder how an alpha who loves reading regency romance ended up with such a dirty mouth. And I don’t think I appreciate just how dirty that mouth is until it’s pressed right on my clit and is doing incredibly dirty things to me.
I’m already incredibly sensitive from the orgasms Tucker dragged from me with his tongue and from the orgasms Clay forced from my body with his cock and his knot.
It takes very, very few flicks of Nash’s dirty tongue and sucks of his dirty lips to have me falling apart all over again, thrashing on the bed as I sink my hands into his long, floppy locks and tug on them in a way that has him growling against me.
“She’s so beautiful when she comes,” Clay says, brushing damp locks of hair from my face and then bending to kiss me sweetly on the lips, as his packmate continues to torture me between my legs.
And then I feel Tucker’s mouth too on my breasts, skimming his wet tongue around the sensitive flesh of my nipples until they’re crinkling and hardening, and then he’s sucking them into his mouth, nibbling them between his teeth and flicking me with his tongue in just the same way Nash is flicking me with his.
And now I understand – now I understand what it’s like to be a pack Omega, to have the attention of three alphas at once, all on me, to be their complete and utter focus.
It’s intense. In fact, I don’t think I actually possess the words – I’m not sure any dictionary does either – to explain just how it feels, except that it’s incredible.
Utterly, fantastically, supremely incredible.
Soon, it’s not only their mouths on my body; their hands are there too, exploring and touching.
Nash’s hands skimming up and down the soft flesh of my thighs.
Tucker’s hands coming to wrap around my waist, and Clay’s coming to grip my throat.
Their actions become more frenzied and more passionate, as if they’re feeding ravenously on my body, as if they can’t get enough of the way I taste and I feel.
And I admit it’s the same for me. I can’t get enough of this.
Yes, I could die in this moment and I’d die one very happy, satisfied Omega – except I’m not quite satisfied enough, because as they wring another orgasm from my body and my pussy clenches around nothing at all, I moan, complain, and bitch about the fact I don’t have a cock inside me or a knot.
“We’d better see to that then, hadn’t we?” Tucker says, my nipple leaving his plush lips with an obscenely wet pop.
Nash murmurs his agreement, and then he’s emerging up from between my legs, his face just as filthy as his packmate’s was several moments ago, my slick shining all over his chin and his lips.
Tucker pulls me up onto my knees, kissing me as his two packmates watch, and then turns me so my back is facing him.
He’s kneeling behind me, and he lifts me up onto his lap, his hot, hard cock nudging between my folds.
He has a firm grip on my waist and he lifts me high up onto my knees, positions himself, and then drags me firmly onto his cock.
I cry out, my head tipping backward and coming to rest on his broad shoulder. His scent swims around me, encapsulating me in a safe, warm blanket of pine and forest. He nuzzles at my neck, holding me to him as we both catch our breaths. Then he’s lifting his head and addressing his packmate.
“Nash,” he says. “I’m going to fuck her now, and I want you to continue what you were doing.”
“What?” I say.
“Nash is gonna eat you out, sweetheart, while I fuck you.”
I try to work out how that’s possible, but then Nash is flipping back down on his stomach, his hands resting on my thighs, his mouth between my legs again.
He flicks at my clit as Tucker lifts me up, dragging his cock from me until only the tip remains, and then slamming me back down as Nash sucks me into his mouth.
My brain actually explodes inside my skull.
All the molecules in my body rearrange, and after this nothing will be the same again.
I’m spoiled – spoiled for all future relationships and every new man – except, even as that thought enters my head, I dismiss it immediately.
I don’t want to be with anyone else. I know it’s early.
I know I’ve only known these men for just a handful of days.
I know this is the first time we’ve gone to bed together, and yet I can’t see myself wanting anyone else ever again.
I cry out as Tucker’s fingers grip me firmly and he increases his pace, slamming me down onto his cock harder and harder, Nash flicking me harder too, until stars streak across my vision and I come.
I come, and as I do, my gaze connects with Clay across the bed. He’s sitting there watching me – watching me be fucked by his two packmates, watching me fall apart completely – and the look on his handsome face is so beautiful, I think I may be in love.