Chapter 62
WREN
Why are my Alphas being gentle with me? They should all be filling me at once. At all times. Enough of this taking turns bullshit they’re insisting on.
What’s an Omega gotta do to be railed properly around here?
I’ve been waiting for them. I’ve been waiting for this moment. The other version of Wren is dumb. Her brain is stupid. Why has she been trying to prevent us from having a heat together? Obviously, she can’t be trusted to make decisions.
Nothing else matters when I can survive on my Alpha’s cum and being knotted. Why does she insist on fighting this? This is the best feeling ever.
“Fuck, I love how you take my knot, Bambi,” My Scottish Alpha praises me.
His big body blankets mine from behind as I pull back off my quiet Alpha. A long line of spit hangs off my lips and clings to his swollen tip. His dick tastes so good, but I want his cum inside me.
He hasn’t given me his cum yet.
That needs to be fixed immediately.
“Your snug little cunt feels so perfect wrapped around me. Such a good little Omega.”
Yes, I am.
I’m so good, I’ll take all their knots. All at the same time. I can fit two at once. Three even, just let them watch how good I can be.
“Fuck,” the big guy chokes. It shifts his knot trapped inside me, and I whimper loudly. That ache is still so strong I can’t think of anything but needing to be full.
He says something to the broody Alpha about making sure I wear a plug in my ass before the next time I have a heat.
They seem to think I need to work my way up to taking more than one of them at a time.
My Alphas don’t know anything. I know I can handle all of my scent matches at the same time. That’s what I need.
“Patience, baby. You’re doing so good for us.”
What I need is anal, too. His thumb felt good. His fat cock will feel better. Doesn’t he know that I need to feel the three of them everywhere? Do my Alphas not want that with me?
“Shhh. It’s okay.” Scottish Alpha runs a big hand up and down my spine, soothing my whines. “The sweetest Omega pussy. Swallowing all of me. I wish you could see how beautiful you look taking my knot.”
His strong thighs push against the backs of mine. That scent of my Alphas is everywhere, but not enough at the same time. I’m not properly marked yet.
“Oh, Jesus.” Those strong fingers of his massage the globes of my ass, toying with my hole. “Definitely getting you more toys, Bambi. Our sweet girl loves her asshole being stretched and filled, huh?”
Yes.
He understands what I need. I push back on his hand, proving that I can take his thumb deeper.
Fuck me. Breed me. Pin me down and prove I’m yours.
“Umphhhffff,” he groans, curses under his breath. I love hearing him like this.
My pussy spasms around him, and his knot deflates. I’m so full of cum, the heat of him and his dick staying locked inside me is a feeling I don’t want to lose.
I need more. Flashes of what I want dance in front of my hazy vision.
Thighs. Muscles. Sweat.
“Goddamn, baby. That’s it. Hell yes.” As his hips ease away, the drag of his soft cock strokes my sensitive inner walls. A flood of our joint release rushes from my body, making me cry out. I don’t want to lose any of it. I don’t want him to take it away from me. I don’t want this emptiness.
“No… no… Bambi, don’t get upset,” he croons and soothes me with that rumble in his voice and continual purring from his chest. “Fuck. Ace. She’s shaking. She needs you right now.”
I can’t help the feeling that consumes me. That agony returns in a rushing wave. Don’t they get it? My sense of smell is so heightened, I can sense that my Daddy Alpha isn’t in my nest, and my broody Alpha won’t give me his cum, and my big guy Alpha just took his cock away from me.
“Bambi, I’m right here. We’re all here.” His thick fingers seek out my entrance. “I didn’t take anything away from you. Here, you feel that? Do you like me pushing it back into your perfect little cunt?”
Ohhh…
Oh, yes.
Pleasure immediately floods my limbs. My Scottish Alpha swipes up the sticky flood covering my inner thighs and everything welling at my entrance. He pushes it back in as I rock against his hand.
I’m hot and prickly all over.
Every joint feels achy and heavy.
I can’t even lift my head.
“Fucking hell. I’m already halfway to being hard again.” That purring stutters as he chuckles and adds his mouth. The scratch of his beard is perfect. I want much more of that. He continues licking and sucking at the soft swell of my inner thighs and the crease below my ass.
But I’ve only had two of their knots so far. I’ve only had one of my Alphas at a time.
My whines grow louder. They’re obviously ignoring me.
No knot, and they’re not even making an attempt to bond, either?
No one is sinking their teeth into my skin, no one is giving me what I need, one of my Alphas has abandoned me already, and I want to scream.
I try to scramble away. All I want to do is curl up in a ball.
Emotions surge at me, tossing me around, like a plastic bag in a hurricane.
I’m shredded and torn apart, wanting to claw my way to safety.
Need fills me, insisting that I burrow my way beneath these blankets to hide, while at the same time feeling like my skin is burning, I’m so hot.
“Hey, hey…” Big, strong hands circle my ribs. I thrash. I hiss. I love that touch and, at the same time, hate it for being withheld for too long. “Peaches…”
I’m cocooned by all that wild oak and delicious, smoky scent of my quiet Alpha.
He tumbles me beneath him, flips me over so that I’m snared by his hazel eyes.
They almost glow when he cages me in, with hints of copper amid the green.
My racing pulse dulls to a slow roar when he blankets me with his weight.
God, that feels good.
Secure.
Calm.
Pinned.
A sob chokes out of me. I can’t stand feeling out of control like this. Nothing makes sense, yet I’m so hungry for them, it’s hard to breathe. Why won’t they bond me? What’s so wrong with me that they’re holding back?
My broody Alpha flattens me against the mattress using his weight, covering every inch of my body with his muscles, and all that skin-on-skin contact slowly unwinds some of that tightly spooled panic.
“Bambi, I know it’s hard right now.” My Scottish Alpha lies at my side, brushing damp hair out of my eyes. His touch feels too good. I like that he’s covered in the scent of me. “You have to understand, we’re not trying to upset you. We just want you to be taken care of.”
If they wanted that, they would give me everything I want.
That frantic sensation spins and whirls higher up my throat, climbing and climbing and climbing again.
“Peaches…” My quiet Alpha brushes his nose with mine. “Look here.” He takes my hand, placing it over his ribs, just below his heart. He flattens my palm against his strong, muscled torso, covering it with his own.
My whimpers continue to fall steadily between us. Wetness leaks from the corners of my eyes.
“Can you see that?” He encourages me to look at the tattoo just beneath my fingertips.
“Not just any bird.”
I blink at him through watery eyes.
“Do you know what that is? It’s a wren. For you. My Wren. You marked me years ago.”
My strong, silent Alpha has a tattoo there? For me?
“Really?” big guy Alpha asks, voice raspy. “You’ve had that ink there for as long as I’ve known you.” He swallows hard.
The hazel eyes drilling into me don’t waver from my own. He nods. “That’s the thing. I’ve known for a long time.”
“Well… fuck…” A heavy exhale comes from the Alpha lying at my side. “Are you doing okay right now?”
“Yeah, it’s a lot. But I’m good. It’ll be a lot better once we get to have a proper conversation about it, huh, peaches?” Leaning on one elbow, he brushes the dampness from the corners of my eyes and cheeks.
“We’re talking years, right?”
“Yep.”
“And… Murphy…”
“Doesn’t know shit.”
“Right.” My Scottish Alpha blows out a low whistle. “Of course you’d swoop in and one-up all of us.” He smirks and playfully shoves at my quiet Alpha’s shoulder.
I’m now floating, my body humming with both the subtle pain of waiting to be filled, while at the same time glowing with the knowledge that he’s been mine all this time.
“I think someone’s liking this new development.” Big guy Alpha tips his head to nuzzle in at my neck. “Your scent is fucking mouthwatering right now, Bambi.”
Of course I am.
How can they resist both fucking me at the same time when I smell this delicious?
I’m met with a growly, stern expression. My broody Alpha is trying to stay closed off, which is utterly pointless. His dick is rock hard, poking into my thigh.
I do my Omega duty to remind him of that, squirming against him. I’m nothing but helpful, giving him a reminder to put it inside me.
That makes him sit back on his heels, and I bat my eyelashes innocently.
“We don’t need to rush.” He points at me, so naturally, I lean in to nip at the tip of his finger.
“Pretty sure that’s the opposite of hate fucking.” Scottish Alpha props one arm behind his head and starts lazily caressing my tits. “Don’t quote me, but I’d say the definition of a hate fuck is fast and hard… and judging by that sly smile on our girl’s face, she thinks that way, too.”
My silent Alpha thinks I hate him? Maybe a tiny part of me does.
Apparently, he’s been keeping secrets. He did hold back, and he refused to give me his knot in the front seat of his truck, after all.
He wouldn’t knot me then; instead, he called for help, and I definitely haven’t forgiven him for that.
We find out we’re scent matches, and he doesn’t immediately stuff me full of his knot? Rude.
Daddy Alpha would have certainly given me everything I asked for.
My big guy Alpha would have done it. He likes giving me his knot whenever he can. I don’t even have to ask. He knows that is what I need. He’s a good boy.