Chapter 62 #2
“Christ, I wish I knew what was going through your head right now… that look on your face is wicked, Bambi.” My Scottish Alpha licks his lips, then shakes his head while grinning at me.
I arch into his hold on my breast, encouraging him to cup and pinch my nipples in the way he knows makes me feel so good.
Of course, he does so immediately. He is a very good boy and is very clever with his hands.
Another wave of cramps takes hold of my body from out of nowhere. I try to tuck my knees up against my chest to roll into a ball.
“Fuck… peaches… it’s gonna be better soon,” my quiet Alpha grunts.
“I’ll make it better.” He hooks my knees over his forearms, spreading my legs wide so that he can wedge himself into position.
I’m vaguely aware I can’t contain the cries leaving my throat as the crashing onslaught of pain grips my empty core.
And then it eases. On a steady, firm press forward, I’m finally filled with a fat cock and surrounded by my Alpha’s thick scent. He takes away that hurt the exact moment his length drags against my inner walls.
He buries himself to the hilt but doesn’t give me time to adjust. The room fills with the wet, sticky sound of our bodies joining. Someone shoves something underneath my hips to lift me to the perfect height, and my Alpha fucks me fiercely.
I float away on bliss. Fuck me like I’m just a toy to be used. I don’t care. My eyes roll back in my head.
Except, it’s not quite enough yet.
I need his knot.
My whining intensifies, morphing into outright moans as that rapidly swelling bulge slams against my slippery pussy lips, over and over. The thud of his knot demands entrance, leaving me more and more worked up. A dizzying, rushing wave of pleasure barrels toward me.
That storm I felt flung around by earlier has now built into a tempest of epic proportions.
I love how desperate his grunts are, how forcefully his thrusts claim me, and that primal need is exactly what I’ve been craving.
I’m teetering on the edge, my pussy clenching around his dick in anticipation as he drives home; that initial stretch of his knot is too good.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I sob incoherently with how greedy I am for more.
Another shunt of his hips, and it pops halfway inside.
He draws back, and on that third drive forward, my pussy sucks him deep and envelops him completely as I shudder my way through an orgasm that curls my toes and sends quivers through my limbs.
Broody Alpha lets out a deep, gritty noise, a masculine grunt as his knot inflates. Pulse after pulse of cum rockets into me. Relief seeps into my veins, rich and syrupy like honeyed bliss. Thank fuck. Finally.
We’re locked together, sweaty and gasping for air, as he unloads, pouring into my channel. His release is searing hot, painting my insides, adding to the cum already there from the rest of my pack.
Something delicious and soothing settles into place, spreading through my limbs, extending everywhere at once. Like every single one of my cells just inhaled their scents and bottled them away, to be stored and deeply embedded for eternity.
Nothing can get better than this.
My eyes are too heavy to open. His rumbling purr lulls me into a place where all I feel and scent is him and them.
With a contented sigh, I let that vibration from his chest fill me and take care of me.
They’re taking care of me.
Why do I not have a knot inside me? Why are they not taking care of me right this second? Why are they trying to move me from my nest?
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be good and let us wash you. How does that sound?”
Terrible.
Awful.
Yuck.
There’s nothing wrong with how I am. Do they not see how perfect their Omega is being for them? I smell like all of their scents combined. If they force me to bathe, then they’ll go and ruin everything.
“Is this day three?” My big guy Alpha blinks and rubs sleep out of his eyes. He’s been asleep on his back, holding me lying on top of his chest, with his cock inside me. I’m still unimpressed that I’ve been forced to roll off him. I was very comfortable. His dick was very comfortable.
I see no reason for this uncalled-for disruption.
“It is. Don’t forget, tomorrow is match day.
” Daddy Alpha nods in his direction, then looks at me like he’s the boss of me.
“Help Ace change the bedding. Our girl is going to come and keep me company in the bath, so I don’t get lonely.
” He picks me up, and I whine with a loud protest directly in his ear.
Yes, I will follow him to the stupid bath, but I’m going to point out just how dumb his idea is.
My bottom lip pokes out as I glance back in horror at the sight of my nest being cleaned. New sheets are being tucked in. Sheets and blankets that won’t smell perfectly like my Alphas?
Two thumbs down. Zero stars. Do not recommend.
Daddy Alpha sets me down, with my ass on the bathroom vanity.
He takes a moment to carefully check my limbs.
I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but his thumb brushes slow strokes over all the little purple marks around my hips and thighs.
As he rubs a small circle, tracing one of them, his brows pinch together.
He looks worried, but he should know better.
The only thing he needs to worry about is giving me his cock and cum.
“I didn’t think about what you’d want done with your hair, my birdie girl.” He winces while moving across to run the bath water. “After this heat, we’re gonna need to talk about what we can do for you. I think it’s too late for a brush, and I don’t want to be too rough.”
My grumble goes unheeded. He keeps talking about not being rough, like that would be the worst thing in the world. Maybe I want him to pull my hair and spank me? Does he not think his Omega would like that?
I continue to protest every step of the way as he insists on getting me cleaned up …although the warm bath water feels acceptable. I’ll tolerate this, as long as my Alpha lets me sit in his lap and ride his cock.
“Well, that’s one way to do aftercare.” The big guy strolls in, perfectly naked. “Only the best for our Omega.” He gives Daddy Alpha a playful wink, and his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek as he watches me rock back and forth.
“Shower’s all yours, Connor.”
“Ahh… Bambi… look at what you do to your Alpha. Daddy’s a little feral when he wants some alone time with you.” As he points out that detail, my lips curve into a satisfied grin.
“You like driving him crazy, huh?” he calls out, while turning on the shower spray and stepping into the steam.
Biting my lip, I look into the honey-colored eyes of my Daddy Alpha.
With a shake of his head, he chuckles quietly so that only I can hear. “The heat version of you is trouble indeed.”
My eyes flicker to where my other Alpha is showering, then back to him. With a contented sigh, I bury my head in the crook of his neck and let him continue running water over my spine. That gentle stroking sensation is calming. I don’t feel as frenzied anymore, even if I’m still aching and needy.
“We all get to take care of you? Don’t we?” he says softly.
They do. They knot and knot and share me around. But what they don’t seem to understand is that it’s not enough. They’re so focused on taking turns and being careful that none of my Alphas have given me everything at the same time.