Chapter 8 #2
“Yes,” I confess, moaning as his thumb begins to flick up and down my clit. It’s a sharp motion meant to keep me on edge, and I have to say it’s working. “Don’t stop. Please, Alpha!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs. “I’m a greedy bastard, and want you to keep talking to me. I’ll keep filling your pussy with my fingers if you can keep answering my questions. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll try,” I whine, unsure if I’ll be able to.
“What do you enjoy the most about your job?” he asks, surprising me. “I’m a medic, but what I know is rudimentary at best. I love the rush of adrenaline.”
“That’s part of why I love the ER,” I gasp, groaning.
My orgasm feels like a rollercoaster that’s slowly climbing up a mountain before it drops me down.
It’s moving at a crawl, and almost painful as my skin beads up with sweat.
I think the only reason I can still form words is because of my high tolerance to pain.
“I love how different every day is. I’m never bored, even if the cases can be hard. ”
“Hmm,” he says, licking up my neck before sucking on my jawbone. “I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you when I watched your show down with Devon.”
“Are you the reason my neck itched during the funeral?” I ask, shuddering as intense pleasure rolls over me. It’s so at odds with the topic of conversation, but I fucking deserve a little happiness after the hell of the last week and a half.
I refuse to apologize for grabbing onto it with both fucking hands. At what point is it acceptable to start living again? Or more importantly, when is it possible to simply enjoy a fleeting moment of happiness?
There’s no manual for this, and I half wish there was.
“Unapologetically,” Ransom whispers, capturing my lips as he pushes a finger into my asshole. As he sucks on my tongue, he also fucks my holes until I finally squeal as I come around his fingers. “Fuck. You’re a good fucking girl for me, Sugar. Stay with me.”
“Okay,” I say, kissing him again, whining slightly as he pulls his fingers out of my cunt and asshole.
“I need to wash your hair,” he murmurs. “Can I do that in the tub, or do we need to move to the shower?”
The water is still pretty clean, so I simply hand him the bottle of shampoo. Ransom grabs a cup Storm must have left so he can wash my hair.
“Do you prefer a walk or a run?” he asks as he begins to shampoo my tangled strands.
He must feel my body tighten up, and he sighs.
“I was pissed off earlier at how fragile you looked, which is why I commented on your stamina. It wasn’t a dig on your weight or how perfect your curves are, Marie.
It’s taking everything I have not to slide into your ass to show you I mean what I say. ”
“I’m proud of you for the restraint, because I don’t have much of it when it comes to my girl,” Storm says, my smoothie in hand as he walks in. “Suck, baby.”
“Poor choice of words,” I smirk, letting him place the straw between my lips so I can drink.
“You look relaxed,” he observes. “Other than not fucking you, is Ransom taking good care of you?”
“He is,” I say, dropping my head forward so Ransom can dig his fingers into my scalp. “Mmm. You’re on head massage duty, Ransom.”
“Did you know you rarely say my name?” he purrs. “I fucking love how you say it.”
“How do…I say it?” I ask, my words breathy as he presses the pads of his thumb into the back of my neck.
Fuck. There’s so much tension there, and I moan as he works out the kinks.
“Like I’m inside you,” he growls, nipping at my shoulder.
“Smooth,” Storm chuckles. “Open up, baby. Drink some more for me.”
Ransom and Storm work together to take care of me, and soon Storm helps me out of the tub. My hair and body are clean, my stomach is full, and I’m having a small break from the pain as Storm dries me off.
“Do you want to wear anything particular?” Ransom asks.
He looks edible as he wraps a towel around his waist, and his silver nipple barbells catch the light as it hits them. Biting my lip, I wonder if I can ask to wear him instead.
“You can’t eat him yet,” Storm says with a grin, pulling out the hair dryer.
“I need to give your hair some attention before we go up to your nest. Be a good girl and sit still, baby. Ransom, Lore’s shirts are on the right hand side of the pack closet.
Find the one that smells most like him and bring it, please. ”
A wave of sadness hits me so hard, Storm has to catch me around the waist as my knees buckle.
“I know,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “You’re going to want him close when you have your heat, baby.”
Gasping in a sob, I know he’s right. God, how do people do this?
Ransom comes back with a long sleeved shirt and helps me into it. He also surprises me by sliding a stool underneath my ass so I can sit.
“I’m going to go see if Wilder needs any help, Sugar. Be good for Storm,” he murmurs.
So that’s what I do. I sit and let Storm blow dry my hair until it hangs down my back in tangleless waves. Just as he finishes, I’m wracked with pain and slick as it’s forced out of my pussy, making me scream.
“And we’re out of time,” he breathes, picking me up into his arms. “It’s alright, baby. Deep breaths. Your alphas are waiting for you.”
“Are they in my nest?” I cry, desperately wanting them to be. I don’t want to stand on fanfare. They better be bareassed naked with cocks and knots ready to be used.
“They are, and their knots are all yours,” he soothes, walking quickly through the hallway.
Oops. I guess my thoughts are leaking out of my mouth.
“That’s okay. You’re adorable,” he murmurs without pausing.
“Ouch,” I whimper. “It hurts, Storm.”
“I’ll fix it,” he says, adjusting me so my legs are wrapped around his waist.
He’s no longer wearing his cut, and he yanks his shirt over his head with one hand. My mouth waters as his muscles bunch and release as he does this, and he yanks his pants off next.
“Clothes for the nest,” he murmurs, draping them over my neck.
I’m about to complain that I’m not a coat check when he lifts my ass up and impales me on his cock.
“Yes,” I moan, loving the way he splits me open.
“No complaints I see,” he chuckles, beginning to climb the steps to the loft. There’s a third set of stairs to get to the roof, but I’m not concerned about that now.
“Mmm. I got your cock,” I reply, clenching around his thickness as he pulls me down his shaft. Slick slides out of me, coating him so it’s easier for him to bounce me slowly on his dick.
There’s nothing I want more than to ride him like a pogo stick.
“Such a greedy little omega,” he croons. “There’s nothing I want more than to give you everything you need. Breathe in your alphas and feel my cock, Marie.”
The plural form he’s using is not lost to me. Storm doesn’t mean alphas as in the ones waiting for me in my nest. No, he means him and Lore. Leather and raspberries fill my senses as Storm fucks and walks, and I close my eyes for a moment to pretend it’s my lost alpha.
Storm kisses me to keep me in my fantasy, his pierced tongue fucking my mouth as his cock does. It is almost enough to make me believe it’s two different people, and when he rocks me over his knot, I come with a scream.
Is this healthy? No. But, nothing about my relationship with these alphas now or before Lore died can be considered “healthy.”
“That’s my good girl,” Storm growls. “Come on my cock.”
“No, I want your knot,” I whine, opening my eyes.
The fantasy he’s been wielding shatters, but the world as I know it is also falling away, helping it hurt less.
“You’re not ready for it yet,” he grunts. “I’ll hurt you.”
Shaking my head as he steps into my nest, I glance behind me. I’ve never stepped inside here. I knew it existed, I knew I wouldn’t be fucking on the ground, and I knew I wanted my nest desperately.
That’s where the extent of my knowledge ends.
Somehow, Wilder managed to thread some twinkle lights up from the exposed rafters and made the mattress up in soothing blue and cream sheets. The shade of blue reminds me of Lore’s eyes, and I wonder if that was done on purpose or not.
Either way, I recognize the effort he’s put in with such short notice. Some omegas need a ton of things for their nest, but I’ve never been normal. I have my alphas, the scents are almost right despite Lore’s absence, and a bed.
It’s perfect.
I can see a fridge in the corner where I bet he stashed snacks and water. However, I’m not concerned with that. All I want are their knots. They can figure out how to get water into me later.
I wonder if I could survive solely by eating their cum.
“You deserve so much more than this,” Wilder murmurs, watching as I see what he’s been up to with Ransom.
“Then give it to me later,” I say, raising a shoulder in reply.
I don’t want to fight…
“I want your knot,” I growl, turning back to Storm and yanking on his dark hair. “I want it to hurt. Fuck me with it. Now.”
“Then mark me up while you scream,” he says, tossing his shirt and pants onto the mattress.
Dropping to his knees on the bed, he lays me out, his gaze tender as my shirt bunches around my waist. Pulling out of me as I whine, he slams back in to make me scream just as quickly. I hope this house is well insulated, or the neighbors are going to get an earful.
“Fuck, that was pretty,” he purrs, his hips pistoning as he shoves his knot in further as my nails claw down his arms.
Storm has handfuls of my ass as he fucks me, my back partially on the mattress.
“Scream around my cock?” Ransom asks, his hand fisting himself as he kneels at my side. “I want to feel the vibrations as you swallow me down.”
This is what I need. I don’t want to be fucked gently, or all I’ll do is sob. I need the sting of pain, the bite of my one percenter alphas who are only soft for me. Nothing else will do.
“Make me,” I say, opening my mouth wide.
Ransom glances at Wilder as if worried he’ll hurt me, and Wilder snorts.