7. Vayda #2
Wally settles between my thighs, replacing Kel. He grabs my knees and pushes my legs open. He aligns his thick tip right against my slick entrance and stops. His muscles lock up tight as he wrestles his own raging instincts.
"Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me inside you, Vayda."
"Yes." I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick shaft, guiding his tip right past my opening. "Fuck me, Wally. Put that knot inside me."
I pull his hips forward, burying his shaft inside me in one smooth thrust.
The stretch makes me gasp. He fills the empty ache. The friction of his thick length stretching my inner walls sends a massive shockwave of relief straight to my brain.
Wally groans, a deep, guttural sound vibrating in his chest. He pulls back and slams into me again. He sets a punishing, deliberate rhythm.
"You take my cock so good, sweetheart." Each thrust buries his length deep inside my core, hitting a sweet spot that makes my back arch off the mattress.
He leans over me, his broad chest slick with sweat.
His dark curls fall into his eyes as he tracks my reactions.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine.
Our tongues tangle. I rake my fingernails down his broad back, demanding more friction.
He shifts his grip on my knees, pushing my thighs wider to alter the angle.
He grinds his hips forward, rubbing the swollen base of his cock right against my clit.
The friction sends stars dancing across my vision.
A breathless moan escapes my throat. He maintains the grinding rhythm, drawing out the pleasure until my muscles tremble.
The pace turns frantic. He fucks me with the desperate, unhinged energy of an Alpha driven by instinct.
With every deep push, the swollen knot at the base of his cock nudges right against my opening, teasing the lock my body begs for.
The skin-to-skin contact creates loud, wet slaps that echo through the shed.
My inner walls clench around him. The tight grip snaps the last thread of his control.
Wally lets out a feral roar. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and drives his body forward with everything he has. He shoves past my entrance, burying the massive knot deep inside me, stretching my opening to the absolute limit. It locks him tight inside my core.
The intense pressure brings mind-numbing relief. The fever in my blood breaks. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him tight against me as he pumps his hot cum deep into me.
I ride the incredible high of Wally's knot.
He stays slumped over my chest, his solid weight pressing me down into the mattress.
The massive knot stretches my inner walls, keeping him locked inside me.
He buries his face in my neck, his lips pressing gentle, soothing kisses right over my scarred scent gland.
The intense fever of my Heat drops. The agonizing pain of the bond rejection fades into a dull background ache, silenced by his knot.
Opening my eyes reveals Kel and Simon kneeling on the floorboards beside the mattress. They stripped out of their clothes while Wally claimed me.
Kel's black hair is pulled back tight, a few strands escaping the manbun to cling to his face.
The intricate, dark cedar branch tattooed on the side of his neck leads down his collarbone, connecting to a sprawling pine forest scene across his broad chest. A towering evergreen sits on his bicep, fading into a network of deep, knotted roots down his forearm where a carved woodsman's axe rests.
Simon kneels on the other side, his medium-length copper hair catching the dim light. They stare down us. Their chests heave with harsh breaths. Both men grip their massive, dripping erections, stroking themselves to edge their raging instincts. The intense scent of their arousal fills the shed.
The initial relief of the knot takes the edge off the fever. My hands crave the heat of their skin. I look back and forth between the two men.
I look back and forth between the two men, clearing my dry throat. "Come here. Let me help."
They both shift forward, dropping their knees onto the edge of the mattress right beside my shoulders. The sight of them sends a fresh wave of need straight down to my core.
I reach my hands out, wrapping my right hand around Kel's thick shaft. A deep groan vibrates in his chest. His head falls back as I stroke my thumb right over the swollen tip. I use my left hand to grip Simon. He bites his bottom lip, his green eyes locked on my face.
Establishing a steady, slow rhythm for both of them sets the pace. They watch my hands work. Kel's hips snap forward with every downward stroke. Taking control of this dream gives me a massive rush.
Wally groans against my neck as the intense pressure inside my core eases.
His knot shrinks enough for him to pull out, leaving my body throbbing and desperate to be filled again.
He rolls off my chest and moves out of the way, sitting near the top of the mattress so Kel and Simon have the space they need.
With his weight gone, using my hands becomes easier. The Heat makes me greedy to be filled again after so long.
My hands stop moving. A tight grip holds both of them, my thumbs pressing right into their skin.
"I want both of you." I look back and forth between Kel and Simon. "At the same time."
"Fuck yes." Kel shifts his weight forward. His dark eyes lock on my body with unhinged lust.
"Wait." Simon shifts closer and puts a hand on Kel's bare shoulder, halting his advance. "We need lube to fuck her ass. Going in dry will just tear her up."
Kel freezes. A dark scowl crosses his face, but he backs off. Simon is right. Taking another cock dry is just asking to get torn apart.
Lifting my head off the mattress, I point a shaky finger toward the far corner of the dusty workshop. "There's an unopened bottle of lube in the tall metal cabinet by the sink."
Simon turns his head and looks at the rusted metal storage unit sitting in the shadows.
Dropping my head back down to the mattress leaves me staring up at the ceiling. A sad smile pulls at my lips. "Emmett was always hiding lube everywhere because we were like rabbits and he wanted to be prepared."
The mention of my dead Alpha makes Wally stiffen for a fraction of a second, but the tension melts out of his shoulders fast. I brace myself for a flash of jealousy, but they keep their focus steady on me.
Kel walks across the swept floorboards. He pulls the metal door open.
The hinges shriek in protest. He reaches up to the top shelf and pulls down a large, unopened bottle of silicone lube.
He walks back to the mattress, a victorious smirk on his handsome face.
He takes off the cap to remove the seal and puts the cap back on, clicking it open.
"Alright, beautiful." Kel stands beside the mattress in the dim light. "Let's get you what you asked for."
Wally shifts further back toward the top of the mattress, giving us the entire center space. He crosses his arms and props himself up against the wall, seeming content to watch.
Simon scoots back, his legs stretched out in front of him. He gives me a hungry look. "Come here. Straddle me."
I crawl over his legs and settle my knees on either side of his hips.
Facing him, I hover my slick folds right above his dripping cock.
His large hands reach up to grip my hips.
He guides me down, sinking his thick length inside my aching pussy with one smooth thrust until his knot nudges at my opening.
Throwing my head back releases a moan. It feels incredible to be filled again.
Kel moves in close behind me. He pours a generous amount of the cold lube into his palm, rubbing his hands together to warm the thick fluid.
He slather it over my tight back entrance, making sure the skin is coated.
He presses one slick finger inside me, moving in deliberate circles to coat my inner walls.
A groan escapes me while my fingernails dig into Simon's shoulders. The familiar stretch sends a thrill straight down my spine. I missed this so much.
"Pick up the pace." I shift my weight, leaning back into Kel's touch. "I'm not some tight virgin. Stop teasing."
Kel's chest vibrates with a rough growl. "Demanding, Omega."
I glance over my shoulder to meet his intense stare. "I know what I like."