Chapter 32
Beck
Lo’s heat hasn’t let up for days now.
And I fucking love it.
She whines if she’s not touched. Squirms when she’s left alone too long. The whole house smells of her slick and sugar peach scent, thick and dizzying, and it’s in my skin, in my lungs, all over me.
She tries to act stubborn, tries to fight it, but the second I get my hands on her, she melts. Every damn time.
Right now, she’s curled on the bed in nothing but my shirt, legs spread lazy, slick shining between her thighs.
Her nest is a disaster—blankets, hoodies, and pillows dragged into a messy pile, crusted with our fluids.
But she looks like the center of the universe in it, flushed and wrecked, eyes heavy and wanting.
“Beck…” she whimpers, reaching for me without even thinking.
Fuck, that sound. It goes straight to my cock and has me hard and aching before I’ve even crossed the room.
I kneel between her thighs, drag my hands up her soft skin, spread her open. Her scent hits me hard, sharp and sweet, and my instinct snarls awake all over again. I bury my face in her pussy, licking her open, tasting her heat, and her whole body jerks as if she’s been shocked.
She’s soaked. Always soaked. Days of this, and she’s still dripping, begging, and clenching on nothing.
“Alpha…” she cries, hips rocking against my face.
Yeah. That’s right. She knows who she’s calling for.
I hold her down and eat her until she’s sobbing, slick spilling down my chin, her hands fisting in my hair. She’ll die if I stop. My cock aches, swollen and heavy, my knot already straining at the base. I should slow down, give her a breath. But I can’t. I don’t want to.
I want her needy.
I want her messy.
I want her crying for me.
When I finally haul myself up, her thighs are shaking and her pussy is clenching on nothing, desperate.
“Beck, please,” she begs, tears shining in her lashes. “Need you… need it…”
My chest rumbles. Possessive, animalistic. She doesn’t have to beg me.
I push inside her in one hard thrust, and she screams, head falling back, body arching as I fill her to the brim. Her slick gushes around me, coating my cock, pulling me deeper until my knot is grinding against her entrance.
I lose it then. Rut takes over as my eyes fog and my instincts cloud my better judgment.
Fucking hell, how does she always do that to me?
I fuck her hard, brutal, my hand on her throat, her legs thrown over my shoulders, pinning her beneath me.
Her voice is wrecked, chanting my name, her nails clawing down my chest, her walls milking my cock.
She was made for me. Insatiable, perfect.
And I can’t get enough.
My knot swells, forcing its way in, stretching her wide, locking us tight. She sobs, claws at me, comes undone all over me while I pump her full, and it’s still not enough. It’ll never be enough.
She’s mine. Ours.
But right now, all mine.
And if her heat keeps dragging on for days more?
Good.
I’ll keep her like this as long as I fucking can.
By the time she’s gone boneless under me, slick still dripping down her thighs, I’m panting like I just ran into a burning house. Knot’s locked tight, pulsing inside her, her pussy fluttering around me as she whimpers through the aftershocks.
I kiss her hair, dragging my nose through her curls until she’s drenched in cedar smoke again. I nuzzle my cheek against her, scent-marking her so that her instincts know exactly who’s in command of her body.
She needs it. Craves it. I feel it in every pulse of her walks that milk my dick for more. If I don’t keep her covered in me, she gets restless, snappy.
My Omega.
Needy for me.
It’s more than I can stand.
She murmurs something soft against my chest, words slurred with exhaustion. I hush her, my hand stroking her side while I shift us into the mess of blankets she’s turned into a nest. I slowly roll until she’s on top of me, until my hand can slide down her back with ease.
Then I reach for a water bottle Hayes makes sure to keep on the bedside table.
“Drink.” I press the water bottle to her lips when my knot finally starts to ease.
She whines, tries to turn her face away, but I growl and she obeys, swallowing slow gulps while glaring at me like I’ve wronged her.
She’s cute.
The second she’s done, she’s reaching for me again, fingers digging into my shoulders. She can’t stand a breath of space between us. And hell if I don’t love it.
“Not yet, beautiful.” I hold her closer. “You’ll burn yourself out.”
She whimpers, hips rolling. Her body doesn’t care about reason, only instinct. The scent of her slick spikes again, syrupy and rich, and my cock twitches, already thickening.
Fuck. I can’t even pretend I don’t want it. I always want it.
But I force myself to pull back, to breathe, to remember we’re not the only ones in this. Ford and Hayes are hovering close, their scents sharp in the air.
I can feel them here, even if I don’t look.
Hayes is pacing with that knot toy in his hand, waiting for a chance to prove that, even as a Beta, he can give our little Omega what she needs.
Ford is perched on the edge of the bed, fists clenching and unclenching.
He’s hanging by a thread. The air’s brimming with their heat, their want, their scents all tangled with hers until it’s dizzying. But we have to take shifts.
It burns us out as well, otherwise.
We’re supposed to be giving her a break, though. Letting her breathe. Cleaning her up. Making sure she eats. Or, at the very least, keeps this protein water in her so that she doesn’t dehydrate. She’s shaking from the last round, thighs slick, hair a wild halo on my chest.
My hands still smell of her. I still taste of her on my tongue, and I keep telling myself to stay the hell put.
Then she moves.
Just a twitch at first, a sigh. But then her hand slides down my belly and between her thighs. She cries out when she finds how soaked she still is, fingers dragging through it like she can’t help herself.
I swear the air detonates.
Hayes growls low and dark, the sound vibrating in my chest as a goddamn earthquake. Ford makes this strangled noise, fists clenched on his knees so tight his knuckles go white. My cock jerks so hard it hurts.
And Lo? Sweet little Lo just spreads her legs wider and circles her clit with shaky fingers, hips twitching for more. She moans. Soft. Breathless. The filthiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, and I’m moving before I know it, flipping her back over and trapping her wrist against the mattress.
Her clit is ours to play with.
Her only job is to lay there and take what we give her.
Her fingers are slick and glistening, and I bend down, shoving them in my mouth and groaning as I taste her. Her heat. Her need.
Christ, she’s driving me insane.
“You trying to kill me, sugar?”
Her eyes flutter open, dazed and wild. And then she smiles. A slow, wrecked, wicked little smile that’ll haunt me till I’m dead. “Need you…”
That’s it. Restraint’s dead and buried.
I rip her shirt clean in half, fabric fraying. Hayes is there in an instant, shoving my shoulder so he can take her mouth, kissing her like he’s starving. She gasps into him, clinging to his shoulders while I slide my hands down and grip the curve of her ass, lifting her.
Ford’s already moving, dragging the blankets off, grabbing lube and a condom. He mutters curses under his breath.
Hayes breaks the kiss with a snarl, shoving his cock against her lips.
“Open for me, Lo.”
She does, obedient and eager, and the sight nearly ends me right there. Hayes groans deep when she takes him to the back of her throat, holding his ass tight. She wants him rougher.
I drop her to all fours, spread those slick thighs wide, and slam into her in one hard, punishing thrust. She screams around Hayes’s cock, the sound vibrating through the room.
Ford’s right there at her side, shoving two fingers in her ass before I can even blink.
She jerks like a live wire, sobbing through the stretch, and fuck if I don’t almost lose it.
“You want all of us, don’t you, baby?” I growl against her ear, pounding into her so hard the bed frame rattles.
She nods frantically, mouth stuffed full of Hayes, spit dripping down her chin. Her nails rake the sheets as Ford works his fingers deep, curling them while his other hand rubs ruthless circles on her clit.
“Good girl,” Ford murmurs, wrecked. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your name. Forget all our names.”
“Never,” she chokes out around Hayes’s cock.
Ford chuckles darkly. “I never back down from a challenge, pretty girl.”
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back so I can see her face. Eyes rolling, cheeks flushed, tears sliding down while Hayes fucks her throat. She’s perfect. Ruined.
Ours.
I’ll never get tired of reminding myself that she’s finally fully ours. Wearing all of our marks. Allowing all of us deep.
I shove myself in, forcing her body to give way as I grind my hips against her thighs, watching her jiggle like a movie made just for me. I feel the flutter start around my cock just as Ford crooks his fingers in her asshole.
She explodes. Screams so loud Hayes has to hold her steady on his cock while his hips jerk and she milks me like a damn maid.
Like her body is starving for it. Heat slick gushes down my thighs, and I lose it, rutting through it, leaning over her, and biting down against the mark I left on her neck on that pathetic couch back at her place.
Re-marking her, just in case she forgets who she belongs to.
Just in case she forgets how much I adore her.
Hayes pulls free and shoves her flat on her back, cock shiny with spit. Ford’s already rolling on a condom, and before she can catch her breath, Hayes is shoving that knotting toy down the base of his spit-slicked cock.
“Oh, this I gotta see,” Ford mutters as he perches on the edge of the bed, his cock filling the condom.