Chapter 31 #2
Rolling onto my side, I grab the half-eaten candy bar—chewy caramel and crunchy peanuts drenched in chocolate—and take a bite that borders on aggressive.
My own chest purrs, and I eye the wrinkled wrappers of the fallen candy bars that came before this one.
So much sugar, but my hands tremor, as if I’ve been underfed.
I take the next bite, eyes growing heavy as I chew.
I’ve been going nonstop for days. Between work, coming home and nesting, and today? It’s been intense. I finally realized I needed to ask for time off. While I hate being away from work during such an exciting time, I’ll only be a distraction.
A yawn cracks my jaw. Plus, I’m really sleepy. I don’t fight the dreams. This might be my last restful sleep for a few days. So, candy in hand, I fall asleep.
A whine fills the air. Soft at first, as my body heats, skin too hot to touch, and then it grows louder. Filled with desperation and pain. I’m so empty. Clutching my middle, I curl in on myself, panting. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
Something bangs. Four distinct scents I’d recognize even from the grave flood through the room.
“Please,” I beg, reaching for them with my eyes pinched shut. “Please.”
The bed shifts. Voices float around me, but I can’t make out the words over the blood roaring through my ears. I’m burning up.
A firm hand falls on my cheek, and a thumb brushes over my skin, marking me with a warm, sweet caramel scent. “Wilder,” I whine. “Please.”
More hands touch my body. One slips up my leg, palm dragging over my skin. Everywhere they touch hurts a little less. Every caress gives me relief.
“More,” I rasp, lifting my hips as those fingers on my thighs slide over slick and flesh, inching toward where I need sweet release most. “More,” I say, practically sobbing.
Lips meet mine, the taste sweet as honey, and two mouths land on my breasts, while the other settles between my legs. One finger. Two. Pressure on my clit. A third.
“More, more, more,” I whine around the kiss, arching into their touch and thrusting my hips up.
Hot and probing, a tongue flattens and sweeps up my slit before curling around those nerves. It’s good but not nearly enough. I want, no need, a knot. I’m a mess of slick and sweat, hot and horny. Breaking the kiss, I pant, whining as those digits pump in and out.
“Please,” I beg all of them.
A deep rumble sounds, and the fingers slide out of me, quickly replaced by a cock, and finally, fucking finally, I can peel my eyes open.
Sawyer and Liam are on my breasts. Hayes is between my legs, pupils fully dilated, his chest rumbling in a deep, low warning growl.
Palms splayed on my thighs, he pushes them open, spreading me so every inch of bare skin is on display.
I swear his eyes are nearly black. My breath catches in my throat. He’ll give me what I need.
“Liv, he’s going into a rut,” Wilder murmurs. “Tell us now if you want him to—”
“Knot,” I cry out, tilting my hips. “Hayes, please.”
Something inside of him, the careful control he’s wrapped around himself, snaps and he bares his teeth as he drives into me so hard, air is shocked out of my lungs. His hips snap back and pump forward so hard our skin slaps.
“Yessssssssss,” I moan. “Harder.”
“Mine,” Hayes snarls, beating up my needy pussy with each vicious thrust of his hips. It’s everything I wanted and more.
Wilder’s hand cupping my face draws my focus to him. “We’ve got you, baby.”
I lift up, craning for his lips. Hayes is moving so fast, I can barely breathe without making noises, but Wilder greedily claims my moan. It’s everything. My pack easing this pain. Giving me what I need. Selflessly. Reverently.
“My omega,” Hayes growls, the pace frantic and rough, as if he’s worried he’ll lose me.
I move my hips to meet his, forcing him deeper, to hit a little harder, but it’s not enough. “KNOT ME NOW!” I snarl.
Hayes’s responding purr is deep and pleased, a rich reverberation in his chest. Hayes drives into me a little rougher, breaths heavier. My body bounces each time our hips meet.
Wilder reaches over Sawyer and Liam, who are teasing and sucking my nipples, and swirls two fingers over my clit, making me buck into the caress.
Hayes’s eyes darken as my walls ripple around him, and even though I didn’t think it was possible, he pounds into me rougher and harder than before.
He buries himself deep with a rumbling purr as the base of his cock starts to swell, stretching me beyond what feels possible, but my body molds around the knot, as if it was always meant to be this way.
“Mine,” he says, his voice a rich baritone, chased by the rumbling of his purr.
He rocks into me as we lock together, panting, desperately trying to find more depth.
His length throbs inside me, and I whine, rocking on the knot, determined to make him come.
To have my alpha fill me. I flex my walls, and a moan rips out of him.
Hayes whines and twitches as he comes, cum spraying over every inch of my insides.
That warm liquid coating my walls makes me feel as if I’ve ascended to heaven.
Finally.
I collapse onto the bed, and Wilder leans down, kissing me gently, those fingers still moving in tight circles over my nerves.
Liam bites down on my breasts. The pain wars with pleasure, the sensations colliding inside of me until there’s nothing left.
My vision dims. Toes curling. Walls clenching, flexing around Hayes’s knot.
Sawyer sucks on my nipple right as Wilder pinches my clit. And. I. Shatter.
A million pleasure-filled pieces exploding through the air. Moans claw up my throat, ripping out of me in near screams as I climax with each one of my pack carrying me through it. Caring for me. Their omega in heat.
Simply pure perfection.