7. Hazel
Chapter 7
Hazel
I let Phillip shower me and wash every part of my body. It felt so nice to have someone taking care of me. Every touch was so attentive, so considerate.
By the time he had thoroughly washed every inch of me, and I had returned the favor, exhaustion had started creeping into my bones.
I was going to need to sleep for a month after this heat. Every muscle in my body felt sore and overworked.
“Come on,” Phillip said, reaching forward and turning off the shower. “Let’s get you dry and fed.”
“I’m not hungry. Why don’t you fuck me?” I asked, pouting up at him.
“It’s been over a day since you’ve last eaten. Roman’s heating up some food for you. If you’re a good girl and eat everything he gives you, I’m sure he’ll happily knot you. Good omegas who eat get knots.” He gently pulled me out of the shower and wrapped me up in a large fluffy towel.
“What do bad omegas get?” I asked, cocking my head to one side.
“Punishment.” Phillip grinned.
“I think that would be fun.”
He pursed his lips. “Judging by the way you gushed over my knot as I fucked you roughly into the mattress, I think you’d enjoy it.”
My entire body heated at his words, and a rush of slick escaped me, filling the room with its potent scent. As Phillip grinned at me, a blush crawled up my neck to my cheeks, my body giving away every little emotion. All my thoughts and feelings were practically broadcast to the alphas.
Part of me hated it, because I wanted to play it close to the vest, but part of me liked how easily they could understand what I was thinking.
“You’re going to have to stop talking like that, or I am going to need another shower.” I frowned at him.
Phillip merely gave me a contented smile. “I’ll happily help you in the shower anytime.”
I may have to take him up on that.
The nest was a lot cleaner once I returned to the bedroom. They had removed the most slick-stained of the sheets and had left the rest of the nest just how I had made it.
“They didn’t disturb it too much, did they?” Phillip asked, practically reading my mind as I looked at the nest.
“No.” I shook my head. “They did just the right amount,” I declared, crawling into the nest with a happy hum. My abdomen was already starting to feel tight with that familiar need. It had never completely gone away, but it had ebbed somewhat while I was in the shower. Exhaustion tugged at me, but my body demanded that I continue to fuck.
The towel Phillip had insisted I put on was already soaked with slick.
“No lying down, you’ve got to eat first.”
“But, alpha,” I whined, gyrating my hips, looking for friction to ease the throbbing.
Phillip shook his head. “Nope. Come.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position.
“Is someone being stubborn?” Cormac asked as he entered the room.
“Cormac!” I cried, happy to see the alpha. “You’ll knot me, won’t you?” I asked, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.
Cormac went to open his mouth, but Phillip cut him off. “She needs to eat first.”
He closed his mouth and shrugged. “The boss has spoken. Roman will have your food in a minute. Once you eat something, then I’ll knot you, okay?”
I glared at Phillip. “Traitor,” I hissed. Crawling across the nest, I made my way to Cormac, sure that, if I jumped him, he wouldn’t say no. Judging by the bulge in his gray sweatpants, he was hard and ready to go.
All I could think about were those piercings. How would they feel while he knotted me?
Good. My money was on them feeling damn good.
I didn’t make it two strides before Phillip’s strong arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from his pack mate. “Not today, princess.”
I growled at him, scratching at the arm that was unmoving around my waist. Cormac pouted but didn’t go to move.
“Soon, sweetness,” he insisted, laughing as I pouted at him.
“Grub time!” Roman declared, striding into the room with a steaming bowl of food. His hair stuck up at all angles, and he looked exhausted, but he had a grin plastered on his face.
“What did you make?” Phillip asked.
“Pasta. She needs carbs, and I added chicken for protein,” Roman stated as he took a seat on the nest, his legs open. “Does that meet your standards?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“It’ll do.” Phillip nodded.
“Knot first?” I asked Roman excitedly. Maybe this alpha would listen to me and ease the pain. I crawled over to him, expecting him to discard the food and fuck me into the mattress until I was a babbling mess who was leaking cum.
Unfortunately, just like the other alphas, he had decided I needed to eat first. With skilled precision, he grabbed me and situated me between his legs. I tried to grind my ass against his cock, but he held me firmly in place and tutted.
“Food, then knot,” he instructed, bringing the bowl in front of us.
It smelled delectable. Pasta drenched in red sauce and cheese with bits of chicken. No matter how good it smelled, though, that didn’t stop my mind from focusing on one thing.
Just how empty I felt.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Roman took a forkful of pasta and held it up to my lips.
It was delicious. But it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Good girl. You’re making your alpha so happy right now,” Roman cooed in my ear.
Huh. Maybe pleasing him wasn’t the worst thing.
Thankfully, my body’s instincts kicked in after a moment, and it remembered that I was, indeed, ravenous. It took only a few minutes for the pasta to disappear.
Roman kissed the top of my head before leaning to the side, passing the bowl to Phillip, who whisked it somewhere out of sight.
“Now, can I please fucking knot her?” Cormac asked excitedly.
I looked pleadingly at Roman, who smiled down at me. “Have at it,” he declared. “But you better warm her up first.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Cormac grinned, crawling into the nest, making a beeline for between my legs. “I’ve been wanting to taste her again.”
“Oh, you don’t—” I started to say, but was cut off when Cormac grabbed my thighs, prying them open and exposing me to him. He didn’t hesitate and dove in, headfirst, lapping at my folds like he had before.
His tongue was sinfully talented. When he’d gotten on his knees in front of me while Roman was knotted in my pussy, I had nearly died from the pleasure. There had been something so filthy and erotic about his tongue flicking over my clit while his pack mate was locked in me.
Just the memory of it had my legs trembling in anticipation.
Roman’s hands snaked under my legs, prying them open even further for his pack mate. Cormac put his free hands to use. As his tongue lapped over the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers slid into my entrance and found that sweet spot inside of me that made me see stars. He wasn’t gentle with his attentions. He rubbed the spot vigorously, and my body convulsed at the waves of pleasure cascading through my body.
It wasn’t long before I was crying out in release, thrashing in Roman’s arms as he kept me firmly in place.
“One more, sweetness,” Cormac muttered against my clit.
“I can’t. No, why?” I babbled.
“You’ve seen his cock.” Roman chuckled in my ear. “He needs to make sure your pussy is nice and drenched for you to take it.”
“I can take it now,” I insisted.
“Better safe than sorry,” Roman said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. His hands drifted to my chest, sliding under the towel I was wearing, finding my nipples and twisting them.
I thought they had wrung every ounce of pleasure they could out of me, but it only took a few moments for that familiar tingling to start. Everything tightened as my body prepared to go over the edge. The pair of them worked in tandem, like they were somehow talking to each other psychically. Their paces matched perfectly, sending me headfirst into another mind-shattering orgasm.
The pair of them eased their movements as I came down from the high, languid in Roman’s arms.
“I think she’s ready,” Cormac said, looking up at Roman and me with a shit-eating grin. His face was glistening with my juices, hair sticking up where I had buried my hand in it.
“Yes!” I cried. I was ready. I was more than ready. I’d been ready ages ago.
I needed to feel that pierced cock more than I needed my next breath.
“How do you want to do this, sweetness?” he asked as his fingers glided through my folds.
“I don’t care how, just knot me,” I insisted. The forcefulness of the words was somewhat lessened by my panting.
“You want to go on top? Or I could knot you from behind? Every time one of these guys fucks you from behind, you’ve practically exploded.”
That was true. There was something about presenting my pussy that was oddly primal.
“Maybe on top will be too much? Then again, she can control it,” Roman mused.
“Why should I get her to move in the first place when I can just play with her right here?” Cormac asked with a smirk.
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Was he going to fuck me while I was in Roman’s arms?
His hands reached under my ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he pulled me toward him. My back still rested against Roman’s chest as Cormac pulled down his sweatpants, the pierced cock springing free. I licked my lips at the sight of it, recalling how nice it tasted as Roman knotted me.
He lined himself up and inched in ever so slowly. It felt like an eternity before he was even past my entrance. I wanted to wriggle and thrust my hips toward his cock to make him enter me faster. I wanted to be full. I wanted to feel every bit of those piercings scraping against me. Unfortunately, between the two alphas, I was held firmly in place.
Roman’s hand’s tightened on me as he tutted. “You’re not going anywhere, little omega. You’re going to be a good girl and take all of Cormac’s cock when he gives it to you, aren’t you?”
“You’re not exactly giving me a choice, are you?” I grumbled, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
Roman’s hand that was still cupping my breast twisted the nipple harshly, making me jump in their iron grips as the pain caused slick to practically pour from me as my body cried out to be knotted.
“Behave,” Roman chided.
I was going to pout, but all thoughts left my brain as Cormac nudged forward, and I finally felt the cool metal enter me.
Holy fucking shit.
The piercings were cold and far more unforgiving than a cock or any dildo I had played with before. They were firmly gliding against me, and every inch made me gasp with pleasure. I couldn’t even scream with the intensity of it.
“You’re strangling my cock, sweetness,” he said, his voice strained.
“I guess you’re just going to have to fuck her nice and hard,” Roman said. “That tends to loosen her up for a while, and then, right before she comes, she locks down on you in the most delightful way.”
Hearing him talk about me in that way made my head spin.
The guys didn’t say anything else, and Cormac increased his pace until he was fully seated, his hips flush against mine.
“This is going to be fun,” Cormac said, his hands still gripping my ass, guiding my pussy over his cock.
I couldn’t say anything. All sentient thought had been stolen by the feeling of those piercings. Catching my breath was an impossible feat. How the hell was I going to survive an orgasm?
How the fuck was I going to survive his knot?
He took a moment for me to adjust before slowly sliding back out. My eyes rolled back into my skull as I shuddered at the sensory overload. It didn’t help that Roman was continuing to play with my nipples, gently twisting and flicking them.
It was too much. This was too much. Feeling so many hands on me, hands that played my body like a fine-tuned instrument, made me vibrate from the intensity.
So what if I didn’t survive? Death by mind-blowing orgasm would be an amazing way to go.
With each thrust, Cormac increased his pace.
“You really are perfect, aren’t you?” Roman muttered in my ear as his hands explored, one remaining on my breast as the other inched down, toward my clit. “You’re taking every inch of him perfectly. It’s like you were built just for us, perfect pretty omega with a perfect pussy.”
“I plan to fuck you in every position imaginable before your heat is over, omega,” Cormac added, his voice thick with need as he tried to restrain himself. Even lost in the fog of the heat, I wanted to feel him go feral.
Phillip had felt absolutely mind-blowing as he’d brutally fucked me, so Cormac would probably put me into a sexually induced coma, thanks to his metallic modifications.
“ Please ,” I begged.
He slowed his pace to careful, measured thrusts. It was maddening, but every nerve ending in my body was on fire. My heart pounded in my ears, and I knew that, when I came, it would be earth shattering.
Instead of the frantic, quick orgasms I had experienced up until then in my heat, this one was different. The slow build was more deadly, in a way.
Cormac’s body shook, and his pace became disjointed. His cock started to throb, and I knew he was about to finish.
The pulsing of his length against my walls was exactly what I needed to tip me over the edge. White filled my vision as I thrashed violently in Roman’s arms. The alpha behind me was cooing something in my ear, but I was beyond understanding.
I wouldn’t say I was used to the sensation of feeling full, but thanks to Roman and Phillip, I had some experience with it now, but it paled in comparison to Cormac.
His knot was just so unforgiving. Hard and cool. I could feel my walls desperately trying to drain him of his cum as they rippled around it. My orgasm was never ending. Right as the waves started to ebb, his cock would throb or pulse in me, setting me off all over again.
It was unrelenting and overpowering.
When the waves finally did ease, my eyes closed and my head lolled back as I slipped into a sweet, satiated oblivion.