Chapter 59 #2
They join us and I’m in a circle of my alphas. Liam and Beckett trade my lips back and forth, like they both want to share a delicious morsel. All the while Pierce is gently stroking me.
It’s so tender, so loving and so different from all my past heats, my throat gets thick.
“Someone fuck me, or I’m going to cry,” I croak out.
“I’ve got you,” Beckett murmurs against my ear, hands sliding up my stomach to cup my breasts. “We’ve got you.”
The last threads of restraint snap. I wrap my arms around Beckett’s neck and pull him down to the little pile of pillows. I turn in his arms, claiming his mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and need. His skin also hot to the touch, and I want to taste every inch of him.
I fumble for my bra strap, I can’t quite reach it.
“I got it,” Liam snaps the hooks open, pulling it down my arms and taking my nipple into his mouth.
Hands are on my hips, pulling my panties down. I feel Pierce lift me to slide them off and position me over Beckett. He reaches up and pulls me to him, his tongue filling my mouth as his cock slides into me. We moan together like it’s too much for the both of us.
I sink down on him further. The stretch is mind-bending. Beckett is thick, filling me in a way that makes my breath catch and my thighs shake. I pause halfway, panting, overwhelmed by sensation.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Pierce murmurs, suddenly at my other side. His hand slides between us, finding my clit, circling it. “You can take him. Look how beautifully you’re stretching around him.”
His words send a fresh wave of slick coating Beckett, easing the way as I sink lower, taking more of him inside me. Beckett groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. Liam catches my chin, and turns me to him. He sucks my tongue into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Pierce continues, voice rough with arousal. “You take him.”
“You feel so fucking good,” Beckett groans. He arches up, so I grind against his knot.
I can only whimper and moan in response. Pierce’s fingers work faster between my legs, his other hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to send sparks down my spine. Liam’s mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, teeth grazing the skin.
“I can feel how much he’s stretching you,” Pierce says against my ear, voice dropped to a filthy whisper. “His knot is huge. You’re going to take him, aren’t you, Sunshine?”
“Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for anymore.
Pierce’s fingers move faster, while Liam’s kiss gets rougher. Beckett’s hips thrust up to meet mine, driving deeper with each movement. The combination of sensations—being filled, surrounded, touched everywhere at once—pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, my entire body is washed away by it. I cry out, back arching, as Beckett’s knot pushes into me. He jerks under me, and curses as he comes too.
“Fuck,” Pierce murmurs, fingers still moving gently, “Keep coming for us. Show us how good it feels.”
And I do, unable to stop the aftershocks of pleasure that follow each pulse of Beckett’s knot inside me.
I collapse against his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggle to catch our breath.
Liam’s hand strokes down my spine. Pierce presses a kiss to my temple, then Beckett’s, a gesture so tender it makes my heart ache.
I sigh and breathe deep. I know it’s just the start of heat, but this is my favorite part. This brief moment when we’re locked together. I feel… loved.
“Sorry, so sorry, I’m just going to scootch in right here.”
My eyes fly open as Bella crawls through the tangled mess of my alphas. She flops on her tummy and rests the chin in the cup of her hand. She’s wearing a Scorpions jersey and a determined expression that suggests she’s not remotely fazed by the scene she’s interrupting.
“Bella! I told you I’d tell you every little details after!”
“I know, Babe,” she says, “but things have escalated, and we need to move you all out. Like, now.”
“Can’t you see we’re a little busy?” Pierce growls.
“I have eyes, honey,” Bella says, patting his arm condescendingly and turning to me. “You look gorgeous all knotted up, but we have a little situation.” Her voice shifts, becoming more businesslike. “Don’t freak out. The arena is still packed, there are thousands of alphas out there.”
My stomach drops. I hadn’t even considered that.
“And because the Scorpions won, congrats by the way Beckett, it’s going to be hours before the arena clears.”
I turn to look over my shoulder at Liam. Even this tiny movement sends a shock of pleasure through me.
“We have a little window of opportunity where we can get you out of here and home to your nest. Or you’re spending the night in the arena.”
I look down at Beckett. His eyes are as wide as mine.
“What exactly are you suggesting?” Liam seems to be the only one with brain cells left.
“My cousins are EMTs. They’re right outside the door. We can get you into their ambulance that’s in the loading bay. But we have to do it right now.”
“Bella!” I hiss in a whisper. “I’m a little, you know,” I drop my voice lower, “knotted right now.”
“How is it?” Her eyes sparkle with delight.
“Fucking fantastic but we’re kind of… stuck.”
“Yeah, well, we have maybe 10 minutes. The arena was just put on temporary lockdown for a bomb threat we may or may not have called in. So, we have to go right now.”
“You called in a bomb threat?” Beckett looks horrified.
“I said we may or may not have. It was the only way to keep everyone in place and clear a path.”
“But they’re knotted.” Liam’s face scrunched up in concern and confusion.
“Which, yes, I’ll own,” Bella puts a hand to her chest, “trashes your afterglow, but it’s the perfect time before heat spikes again. Either you leave now, or you’re trapped in this box for the night. We can’t wait it out.”
Pierce and Liam exchange a look over my head. Beckett’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “Let’s go.”
I sit up a little and both Beckett and I groan.
“Pierce,” I ball my fist into his shirt, “this is going to be an adventure.”
“Beckett’s tough. He can take it.”
“What does that mean?” Beckett looks between Pierce and I, as we try not to laugh.
Bella practically skips to the door to admit two men in EMT uniforms. Their faces are professionally neutral as they wheel in a gurney, though I detect a hint of amusement in their eyes. My face burns hotter.
“Brandon, Miguel, meet the patients,” Bella says, gesturing to us with a flourish. “Patients, meet your transportation. They’re both betas, so don’t get your alpha panties in a bunch.”
“Brace yourself, Beckett.” Pierce can no longer contain his giggles.
“Stop it! This is serious!”
“What do you mean?” Beckett asks again.
Bella drapes a fuzzy blanket over my shoulders.
It has the Scorpions’ logo on it. I shiver and moan as it slides against my skin.
Beneath me, I feel Beckett shudder too. His jaw is clamped shut, trying not to show it.
I clutch the blanket to my chest. This is going to be embarrassing enough. We don’t need to flash the whole world.
“Told you.” Pierce is openly chuckling now.
“What. Do. You. Mean?” Beckett says each word like a complete sentence.
“Okay,” Brandon, the EMT, crouches next to us. “Ash, your job is to hold on tight. Beckett, bend your knees, put your feet flat on the floor. On the count of three, push with your lower body. We’ll hoist you up to standing, and then you’ll go right on the gurney. Got it?”
Pierce is on one side. He mirrors Brandon and hooks an arm under Beckett’s.
I bury my face in the blanket as Brandon counts us off. They manage to get Beckett upright, but just barely, gravity pulls him right back down, but they manage to get the gurney under him.
All the big sudden movements have Beckett’s knot doing awful, terrible, wonderful, magical things to me. I’m coming and screaming through a mouthful of blanket I shoved in my mouth. Beckett thrashing as he comes too. The string of curses coming out of him blisters my ears.
“I did tell you to brace yourself.” Pierce says, sounding far away.
“Fuck you, Pierce.” Beckett manages to get out around breathy moans.
“Absolutely, I look forward to it, but let’s get home first.”
The gurney lurches into motion, and I cling to Beckett, every movement sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure-pain through me where we’re joined.
“I love you,” he whispers, only for me to hear.