Chapter 28 Vae
Vae
PRESENT
I wake up in the middle of the night, my body so hot, heavy, and full that I know without a doubt my heat is here.
The bed is wet where I’ve been lying, and I’ve somehow rolled onto Deacon’s hand and am rocking.
Every movement sends this shuddery need that sends quivers through me that’s almost painful.
His fingers twitch, and I bury my face in the pillow. Three more indulgent seconds before I tear myself out of the bed and walk on trembling legs to my nest. It’s set up beautifully.
Mal and Deacon did most of it. Raynor’s room has been stripped of the black sheets, and it’s now hung with teals, greens, and purple materials. The mirror-shade chandelier dances, reflecting the blue light from the lamp.
The saleslady at Nesting Hoard had spoken extensively about nests, and I’d listened, amazed to be learning all this. She’d said that light made a difference. Some omegas prefer yellows, oranges, reds, or violets. She has a little booth and got me to go in. I’d come out stunned.
She also said that while an omega’s instinct is to collect all of one material, having various samples of different materials in different colours will help us feel balanced.
The other thing we have is a water feature.
I’d stopped beside it, unable to walk away. I move to it now, listening intently to the sound. If I could, I’d fill this room with plants to go with the water feature. I like the enclosed feel, like I’ve stepped into another world.
I’m naked, but my skin feels overly sensitive.
I sit on the massive bed and lay down, burying my face in Raynor’s scent. I let out a whine and reach up, snagging a pillow. Where are my alphas? I drag it down between my legs and rock against it.
It feels good, but everything feels good right now.
It’s not enough, but the deep, instinctual satisfaction I get from leaving my scented slick all over his pillow makes me so happy.
I move around, touching everything, cupping myself and pulling at my nipples. I arch my back and let out a moan.
The door opens, but I stay in that spot, my back arched, one hand tugging my engorged nipple.
The electric pleasure jolts deep into my chest and straight down to my pussy.
I’d never really thought of my breasts being that sensitive, but, right now, I feel like I might be able to make myself come just from twisting and tugging them.
Who needs alphas?
Just that thought reminds me of their knots, and suddenly, I’m burning on the inside out.
“Alpha,” I moan. “Please, Alpha, I need a knot. I’ll do anything.”
Raynor walks in and drops his jeans, kicking out of them as he climbs up on the bed. I notice two other dark shapes as they slink in, but I’m focused on the alpha rearing up in front of me.
His muscles are defined, and I reach up, unable to help myself, sliding my hand over his hot flesh. His eyes blaze as I squirm under him. He waits, not moving, even when I sit up and drag my tongue across his chest.
Vanilla explodes on my mouth, and I moan, sucking harder. When I pull back, I see the bruise I’ve left and lunge back, dragging my teeth over the spot. Bonds, I want to…
Raynor flattens me to the pillow with one hand to my sternum. The power move has me whining again.
“This blue light is just making you look freaky sexy,” Raynor purrs. He slides down the bed, and as soon as he’s happy I’m not going to move, he lets go and quickly positions himself between my legs.
I spread them wider with no shame. His hot breath on me has me arching my back again. My hands grab the pillow I’m resting my head on, and I squeeze until my knuckles are white.
“You are so damn pretty, Omega.”
He kisses my inner thigh, right on the soft and sensitive part. My body reacts instantly, sending a line of almost painful pleasure that makes my lower stomach clench.
I let out a gasping cry, unable to help myself. Raynor laughs. The evil chuckle is all male, all alpha. I am weak.
“Make lots of noise, Omega. I want to hear what you want, what you like. I want you to grab my hair and drag my mouth where you need it.”
I pant out a growling warning. “Stop talking and do it!”
Mal laughs and leans over me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me, deeper and more completely. I lose myself in the taste of him, his tongue duels with mine, kissing me in ways I've never been kissed.
But then Raynor finally touches his tongue to me. I let out a squeal and clamp my thighs before I widen them even more.
“Mal!” Raynor growls.
Mal pulls away from me but not completely. His hand, that huge, calloused, hockey player's hand slides down over the curve of my breast and squeezes.
I watch Raynor as he buries his face between my legs. This time, I’m prepared for when he licks me. Except I’m not.
“Oh, God, you taste so good,” he exhales harshly, and one hand burrows under my thigh and grabs my hip, while the other pushes my other thigh further out. I’m pinned, held helpless in a hold I can’t move from.
He laps and laps and every stroke sends me crazy, sends me wild. I cry out, moan, groan, plead.
I squeeze my own breasts as I thrust my hips in time with his tongue. The heat is burning me up, and I’m getting wetter, and he’s licking me like he’s never going to stop.
“I need to come,” I cry out, sweat dripping off my temple.
“Finally,” Raynor snarls and sucks on my clit, hard.
I detonate, my body arching off the bed, screaming. My whole body goes tight, so tight my thighs clamp around his head, but he doesn’t seem to care; if anything, he sucks harder.
My soul is leaving my body. I don’t know if I’m okay or not.
But then it eases, and I lay back as aftershocks hit me, over and over. Raynor climbs up my body and slams his cock into my wet pussy. There’s no resistance; I’m too aroused.
But we were made for each other, and haven’t I always known that?
He fucks me hard, and the haze that I was in fades, the heat burning it away, leaving me clawing at him.
“Alpha, please!” I whisper-shout in a shrill voice. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need? Tell me what’s going to make you feel good? Because I could do this all day long.”
“Knots!” I whimper. “I need your knot.”
He lifts up off me, braced above me, his eyes flicking down to my breasts as they slam up and down with our bodies’ movements. I slide my arms around his neck, curling my fingers in his silky soft hair and pull him back down to me.
“Please give me my first knot.”
His eyes get crazy dark and intense. The alpha that people seldom see stares back at me, dangerous, feral, and mine.
He lifts up and slams into me, forcing his way into me, the knot pushing against me. I moan, biting his shoulder.
He gasps. “Yes, right there!”
“NO BONDS!” Deacon barks.
I growl into Raynor’s skin, but then Raynor’s knot pushes inside, spreading me wide, filling me completely, swelling inside me.
My eyes stretch wide as I curl my fingers into his skin, pulling him closer. The pleasure has no name, no description. I can only lie there, helpless as the tide of it crashes over me, throwing us around.
Raynor groans, still moving but in small, harsh thrusts. He murmurs unintelligible words into my neck as his body shakes and shudders.
I cling to him, clenching around his knot, even as my eyes slide to Malcolm and then Deacon, who sits watching us.
Mal pulls his knot out of me and returns with a wet cloth. He cleans me up and goes and gets rid of it.
I cry because I ache so much. It won’t stop. I’m tired. Raynor fucked me for hours, but he couldn’t anymore, and then Mal took over. We haven’t slept; my muscles ache. But I need more.
I let out a whine and turn my head away when Mal holds a bottle of water to my mouth.
“Drink.”
“No.”
“Drink,” he barks with a command I’ve never heard him use. “Just a little.”
I look at him with betrayal seeping out of my pores.
“You can give me that look, but the fact is, I don’t care if we suffer, but I will not let you hurt yourself.”
I drink the water.
He slides a hand down my spine. “Good girl.”
My eyes snap open as another blaze of liquid arousal turns my insides to molten agony. I drink the water, forgetting to stop, I can’t take my eyes off him.
As soon as he takes the bottle away, I reach for him, but he laughs and moves out of the way of my grasping hand.
“You need something more.”
More than him?
I feel the dark pull of Deacon from the other side of the bed. My ire rises quick as lightning.
“You ready now?” I snap angrily.
“Crawl to me.”
My temper soars, but he just smiles. I get up, but my legs are weak. I’m wobbly, more so than I would have imagined. But I crawl to him, not to give him the satisfaction, but so I can show him my intense displeasure.
As soon as I get close, his coffee scent hits me, and my anger drains away. The savage clenching of my body demanding knots is relentless, but Deacon suddenly springs.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he hisses harshly as he yanks on my hair.
I’ve heard the way the omegas scream, I know whatever he does to them, it feels good. Still, there is a healthy part of me that hesitates, wondering if I can.
“You won’t hurt me,” I rasp out confidently.
“Wrong. I will hurt you,” Deacon purrs and moves behind me. “But you’ll love it.”
He spreads my thighs almost impossibly wide and puts a hand on my neck, pushing me down so I’m lying with my ass in the air and the heat of him between my legs.
“Are you ready, omega mine?”
I tremble at his voice, at the threat and promise.
“Yes.”
He slams into me, all the way up to the hilt.
I cry out, but he grips my hips and holds me with aching brutality as he slams in and pulls all the way out before returning, pounding a grunting cry out of me.
I thought Mal and Raynor were out of control, but they were holding back.
This is feral, this is wild, it’s unhinged.
I love it.
“You’re tighter than I imagined. So hot and achingly tight.”
He keeps hitting a spot inside me that’s making it impossible to think. I come on his cock, screaming so loud I surprise even myself, but he doesn’t stop; he fucks me through it, and when I’m limp and gasping, he grips my nape and squeezes.
“Good omega.”
I shudder, tightening around him. I want to squirm and protest and give him anything he wants. Except I need that knot. The ache is building, and it’s not stopping.
I sob for breath, but he suddenly grabs me around the throat and pulls me up against him, my back plastered to his chest. His hand squeezes as he moves in short, violent thrusts.
“Beg me.”
I snarl, but I know I’m going to give in. I clench around him, and he squeezes my throat.
“Do it again,” he whispers in my ear, while his other hand strokes around over my belly, pausing.
I look down, watching his hand.
“We’ll fix that later,” Deacon bites my earlobe.
I cry out, but that triggers it. “Please knot me. Please. Deacon.”
“No!” he snaps. “Who am I?”
I pause, my mind going completely blank. “I…uh, Alpha?”
“Yes,” he drags his hand up, tilting my back back, while his fingers delve between my legs, flicking over my sensitive clit.
“I’m never going to let you go, omega mine. This is it. Prepare yourself, because you’re going to be mine forever.” His harsh breath tickles my cheek, but then he pulls my head back further, and his mouth covers mine, filling my mouth with all of what is him.
He pinches my clit and squeezes my nipple hard. I scream into his mouth, but he surges up, almost lifting me up, his cock impaling me, my gravity forcing myself down onto his knot, slowly stretching to take the widening flesh.
I lose my mind, the pleasure and the pain has me almost blacking out. I hold on to his arms, leaning back against him.
Deacon kisses my face, tiny butterfly kisses that I don’t register until the world stops shaking.
“Deacon? Alpha?”
“Yes?”
I burst into tears.
Deacon bundles me up, shifting us into the soft blankets while Raynor and Mal squeeze in. His knot is still inside me, satisfying the aching hunger that is starting to abate.
And I’m safe.
I don’t need to be the rescuer; I don’t need to be responsible; they’ll take care of me.
I lay there and let the feelings crash through me. I feel so out of control, but my anchors are here.
As long as we’re together, we’ll be okay.