Chapter 21 Fritz #2
But Hastings’ control snapped back into place. Just as his thighs tensed, his knot pulsing harder at the base, he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her off.
A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock for a moment before breaking. She whined, chasing him with her mouth, eyes glassy with frustration and need.
“Not yet,” he said, voice strained, almost clinical again despite the flush on his cheeks and the slick shine on his length from her mouth. “I need to be inside you.”
She panted, lips swollen and red. “I need you inside me. I need your knot. Please, Alpha.”
He groaned, hand threading deeper into her hair, but he still didn’t move to take her.
Why was he still holding back that final surrender?
That was it. I’d had enough of his restraint.
“Hastings,” I said sharply. “Look at her. She’s begging you. She chose us—all of us. Stop treating her like a damn experiment and give her what she needs.”
His eyes snapped to mine, something fierce flashing there.
Then he looked down at her parted mouth still glistening from him, listened to her breath that was now coming in short pants, and then he inhaled the scent of the slick that dripped from her. And he broke.
He lifted her chin and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, and when he pulled back, his control was gone.
“Turn over,” he said, voice gravel.
She obeyed instantly, getting on her hands and knees, presenting her pussy for him. Etienne and I shifted to give them space, but we didn’t go far.
Hastings ran his hands down her back, gripping her hips. He didn’t ease in as i expected him to. He thrust with one deep stroke.
Presley cried out, her fingers clawing the blankets as he set a brutal pace. His hips snapped against her flesh, the slap of skin loud in the room.
Etienne moved to her front, kneeling so she could take him in her mouth. She did eagerly, lips wrapping around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. He groaned, hand gentle in her hair, guiding her.
I watched for a moment, stroking myself, then slid underneath her on my back. Her breasts hung heavy, nipples brushing my chest. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she moaned around Etienne’s cock.
Hastings’ rhythm faltered. “Fuck—she’s tightening—”
His knot started to swell, catching on every thrust. She pulled off Etienne to beg, voice wrecked. “Knot me! Please… need it!”
“Relax Omega. You’re too tight. Let me in,” he growled, grinding deep, over and over.
I reached down and circled her clit.
“Oh my Alphas!”
I smiled when Hastings knot entered her.
“Yes!” she screamed as his hips jerked as he got deeper inside her.
“Omega!” Hastings roared, hips jerking as he came, filling her.
Etienne stroked her hair, murmuring praise, while I kissed her shoulder, tasting salt and slick and us.
But her heat wasn’t close to sated.
As soon as Hastings’ knot deflated enough, she was moving again, turning to Etienne with desperate eyes.
“More,” she whispered.
Etienne laid her on her back, sliding into her slowly, reverently. He made love to her like she was fragile and priceless, with long, deep strokes, his eyes locked on hers, whispering how perfect she was, how much he adored her.
She clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, tears of overwhelm slipping down her temples.
I wanted her mouth. I knelt by her head, feeding her my cock inch by inch. She took me eagerly, tongue swirling, slick and saliva mixing as she sucked. Hastings watched, still catching his breath, then leaned in to kiss her neck, teeth grazing.
When Etienne’s knot swelled, he ground deep, coming with a broken groan.
She followed, with my cock muffling her cries.
We rotated like that for hours as she went deeper and harder into her heat. Her body wanted more and more and we tried to keep up with her omega needs. But she was insatiable.
She was sucking Hastings cock when her hand slipped between her thighs again. “More,” she begged.
Hastings groaned. His face was still shiny from licking her clean of Etienne’s earlier release.
I sat with my back against the headboard, and lowered her until she was seated on my cock. When she was settled Hastings pushed his dick back in her mouth. She rode me reverse, Hastings in her mouth, Etienne’s fingers on her clit. It was perfect. We were joined as one.
Her moans filled the room as Etienne crawled between our open thighs, took her legs and placed them over his shoulders.
He lowered his head until I felt the warmth of his breath on my knot.
“Argh!” Presley cried out as Etienne sucked her clit in his mouth until she was coming and sobbing from overstimulation. Her slick allowed my knot to slip inside her easier this time.
I held her against me as she cried through her climax, but it still wasn’t enough.
We knotted her over and over.
Slick coated everything. From our faces, our chests, the nest itself. The room smelled like sex and this pack. It smelled like home.
Hours blurred. Her pleas turned hoarse, but she never stopped reaching for us. We gave her everything. We had to. We were gentle. We were rough. We were everything she wanted.
We even forgot why she arrived at our home. This heat was supposed to be for one thing only–a baby–but it turned into much more.
Our pack scent coated every molecule in the air. She was ours. There was no mistaking that now.
Finally, as dawn crept through the curtains days later, her body started to cool. The frantic edge dulled, leaving her soft and sated in the wreckage of the nest.
We curled around her. Etienne at her front, Hastings at her back, me tangled with her legs.
She sighed, nuzzling into Etienne’s chest, fingers laced with mine, Hastings’ arm heavy over her waist.
“Don’t leave me,” she murmured, half-asleep.
“Never, Liebling,” I whispered against her skin, my eyes closing, exhausted.
Hastings pressed a kiss to her shoulder, voice rough as he inhaled her skin. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Etienne simply held her tighter, like she was the most precious thing in his world.
And she was.