7. Bethany
Chapter seven
Bethany
There is something strange going on with them, but I’m too sore and tired to care. I didn’t sleep well, my body was wracked with hot flushes and chills all night, and my joints ache. I remember reading about these as possible pre-heat symptoms. But the actual reality of it is miserable.
All I can smell is passion fruit, and I feel slightly nauseous. With a groan, I shuffle into the kitchen and slump down onto one of the kitchen chairs. I think it’s the groan that draws their attention. I open my eyes, ready to tell them I’ll go back to bed, but Saint is kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with a concerned look on his face.
How did he move so fast? But he is so pretty, and he makes my heart flutter.
“You don’t look so good, Bethany.”
“I feel awful,” I whisper.
He stands up smoothly and picks me up. I’m carried back through the house to my bedroom, but at the door, I make a wordless protest. There are so many things wrong with that room, but the most important part is it has no smells.
Saint reverses direction and opens a door down the hall. All at once, I’m surrounded by their scents. It’s soaked into everything in this room. He gently lays me down in a soft bed, and then pulls the curtains shut so I’m lying in the dark.
I close my eyes while he returns and tucks the blanket around me. It’s such a tender gesture, and it smoothes the jagged pieces of me I have been neglecting since I ran away.
He lies beside me and strokes my hair, running his fingers along my scalp in tiny circles that make me want to purr. The gesture is soothing, but the ache grows in my lower abdomen like a heavy weight or a ball of molten steel. I pant and writhe, soaking their sheets in sweat.
Hunter comes into the room, bringing a wave of coffee air with him, and kneels on the bed. I know without looking that it’s him. He’s stubborn, but he coaxes me into sitting up and sipping the broth he’s made.
But it isn’t until Crow comes and lies on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his scent surrounding me, that it eases back, giving me a few peaceful minutes to fall into an uneasy sleep.
Every time I wake up, they are there, feeding me water and soup, wiping me down with compresses. Giving me painkillers and making sure I’m being cared for. And slowly, I feel them become a part of me. An extension of me.
At some point, I’m aware that I call for them, and they answer me immediately. My pack. I need them to touch me, to hold me. I need more than this, more than…
I need knots.
I sit up on a gasp as the erotic fantasies playing in my head slip away and look around the room as if to make sure the dream really was just a dream. The alphas are all in bed on either side of me, but they’re completely out of it. They look so beautiful in the dark, huge masculine shapes, their chests rising and falling with each breath they take.
I scurry out of the bed, slipping out of the room, a silent thief in the night. There is no logic to my madness, just this drive, this urgency that pushes me uneasily into frantic motion. I wander until I find the perfect room, and then I start my project.
I go back to the bedroom and steal clothes, blankets, and a lamp. They don’t hear a thing. On my second pass, I go to my bedroom, my mind fixed on the fluffy blankets I remember seeing. I snatch it up, along with five pillows, and return my stolen loot to my chosen space.
On and on through the long, dark night, I repeat my steps and silently build my nest.
At last, as the sun rises, it’s done. I look around. Every inch of the floor is covered in so many layers of fabric that it’s actually comfortable to lie on. I even found some thin mattresses and laid them down underneath. The room is a perfect circle, with only one entrance and a massive line of eight stained glass windows that sit higher than my head. As I watch, the room comes alive with reds, blues, greens, and yellows. The light dances, and I step into it, vividly remembering my dad holding my hand while he brought me into an old building that had long since been abandoned. I’d watched in complete awe as the light hit the windows and transformed the room. It made me think that anything is possible.
Love is like these lights. You can’t touch it, but it’s there, changing your perspective and touching the shadows inside of you. That’s why this room is my nest. It’s my gift to my alphas to show them how beautiful these moments can be.
There is no doubt in my mind that they will end up mine. I just need to show them how much I love them.
Around the room, I’ve placed three lamps, stashed food and drink. It’s perfect. There’s even a bathroom two rooms down the hall.
I peel the blankets back and lay down. The scents are strong, but it’s cold, and I want the pack here. I’m too tired to move, though, so with a yawn that makes my jaw crack, I burrow deeper under the blankets until I’m completely covered.
I inhale their smells and then scoop up a whole heap of material and drag it to my nose and inhale over and over. In the back of mind, a small voice of logic is begging for me to stop, but I can’t.
I let out a very unlike me giggle. The image of my pack comes into my mind. Saint with that beautiful hair and those dangerous eyes. I slide my hand down and grip my aching breast. Hunter flashes his dimples in my direction and peels off his top, leaving all that massive expanse of bronzed flesh. I moan and slide my hands down to where I’m really aching.
I’m so wet. When I push a finger into myself, it goes in with no hesitation at all. I pump it in and out, and then drag the heel of my hand up and crush my clit as I remember Crow eating me out.
I whine and spread my legs further apart. When did I lose my pants and underwear? I rub and touch myself until my hips are rising and falling, chasing a climax that isn’t coming. I ache so badly.
With a growl, I flip the blankets off me and pull my slicksoaked fingers out and up to my mouth. I’m sucking on them when I become aware of the very dangerous atmosphere.
I look up and find the alphas leaning against the wall.
“You want to let us in, love?” Crow purrs at me, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows, reflecting the red light from my pretty windows.
I get on my hands and knees and realise absently that I’m naked and the sun has shifted. How much time have I lost? The sheets under me are soaked. Good. Then these alphas will know this place is mine.
I stand up and retreat to the wall as they slink in. I watch them inspecting every inch of my nest in dark approval and fascination. It sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.
“Omega,” Hunter purrs as he focuses on me and starts to stalk around the room, closing in on me. It gives me a thrill, seeing the possessive need on his face and in his eyes.
I stay still as he approaches, but when he leans over me, once again, only in a pair of jeans, I can’t help but lean into him and lick that delicious bicep. His eyes close, and he spits out a harsh curse that makes me smile.
All at once, he’s got a hand behind my back and has dragged me up against him. I gasp and catch his shoulders to keep my balance, but now, when I look down, I can see the head of his cock pushing out the top of his jeans. My nipples scrape on his molten skin, and my knees get weak.
“Bethany-”
I lean forward and lick a stripe across his collarbone. He tastes delicious, my favourite caffeine hit. I moan and run my hands down his body, frantically trying to touch and feel everything that I can. To mark him as mine. To claim him as mine.
By the time I get to his lower stomach, his cock is weeping a clear fluid that tempts me like nothing else. I’ve forgotten about everything else but my obsessive exploration of his body. I don’t hesitate or warn him, just swipe my tongue across the tip, stealing that bead of liquid. It’s mine anyway.
He curses, his knuckles turning white as he fights to stay still. I grab his jeans and undo them, freeing inch after inch of this giant dick in his pants. My jaw drops. I don't know if it's going to fit, but I’m going to try my best.
“Wait-”
I shake my head. “Mine.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. At all. It’s hoarse and deep, full of need and a satisfaction that I don’t think I’ve ever felt.
“Yes, yours, but let’s do this-”
He doesn’t get any more words out. I drop to my knees, grip his cock with both hands, marveling at how I can barely get my fingers around him, and then take him into my mouth. He’s like velvet-covered steel and tastes like my favourite flavour. I use my tongue to stroke and then suck gently. Exploring while he spits out moans and curses.
His fingers slide into my hair, and I smile as his attempts to pull me off reverse so that he’s holding me on his cock. Unwilling to let me go. I just want to hear that I’m making him happy, that this pleases him.
“Just like that, use your tongue and hands. Yes, exactly like that. Fuck.”
I follow his instructions, and then, once I’m feeling confident, I start taking him further into my mouth while I grip his balls softly, cupping them and rolling them gently.
I clench my thighs together and ignore the building ache between my legs. That throb that rises and ebbs.
“Open your mouth and relax. If you need to stop, tap my leg.”
I do as he says. The first plunge of his cock into my mouth is incredible. The second even more so. There’s something so possessive and dirty about the way he’s holding my head still and fucking my mouth.
I gag a couple of times, but that seems to make him even hotter. He drives into me over and over. Losing the last shreds of his composure. He is undone, and I did that.
“Fucking hell, you’re pure temptation. Gorgeous, smart, and a dirty omega to boot. I’m going to come in your mouth. You’re going to swallow. Do you understand? If you can’t, give it to Crow.”
My eyes widen as I try to work out what he means, but he just slams into me faster and harder than before, his abs flex, and his expression tightens, and then he grips my head harder than before, dragging his cock out until just the tip is sitting on my tongue.
He grunts, a sexy sound that has me peering up at him, trying to see his face.
Cum fills my mouth. I swallow, but it keeps coming. Hunter makes a sound of pure satisfaction, then he staggers back, catching himself on the wall. Crow grips my hair, pulling my head back and slamming his lips on mine, kissing me, licking my mouth out and stealing the mouthful of Hunter’s cum.
I twist, lunging at him, wrapping my arms around him, as he drags me up against his body. Our dirty kiss turning even more frantic, falling into a heated frenzy. He’s naked, and we’re on our knees. I can feel the hard length of him pressed against my stomach. He lays back, dragging me down on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips, and now the heated length of his cock is pressed against my aching pussy.
“You looked so good on your knees, Omega,” Crow purrs. “Hunter’s got a real oral fixation. He loves it.”
I grind myself against him. “And you?”
“I like to fuck. All the time, sleeping, waking, I want to be buried in someone.”
I moan because I can do all of that. I could be happy with a life with that.
“You have the most perfect breasts. I didn’t get to admire them properly last time.” I watch him through slitted eyes as he slides his hand up my side and cups my breast. His hands are so rough against my skin, the contrast is so arousing.
“Look at you, drenching me. Oh, Omega, this is a gift.” He shifts me, and in one move, impales me while sucking my nipple into his mouth.
It’s agony and pleasure, but mostly agony. I feel like I’m being split apart.
I scream, and he lets go and stops.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What did I do?” Crow shouts, panicked. He sits up, holding me against him, but even that movement sends shooting pain through me. Even in my pain, I hear him groan, and a throb of arousal silences the raw pain for a moment, just a moment, but the pain returns.
Saint presses up against my back. “Foolish, Omega. What were you thinking?”
I love the way he tells me off. The way it’s said in an I’ll-look-after-you-if-you-won’t tone.
“Saint,” I whimper.
Hunter drops down beside us. “Was this your first time, Bethany?”
I nod, tears clinging to my lashes as I try to deal with the pain.
“First time?” Crow yelps. “Why didn’t you say so?”
I shake my head, but Saint is there kissing my shoulder. “It doesn’t matter now. We’re going to make it feel good.”
He reaches in between us and finds my clit and strokes, sending jolts of pleasure dancing along my nerves.
“You need to relax. You need to feel how good he feels and use him. That knot is going to be heaven, and you want the knot, so think of how good it feels. What do you want? What’s going to help?”
I shake my head, unable to find words.
“Crow, move slowly.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Move and play with her breasts, tease her. We need to get her back to sizzling,” Saint says confidently.
Crow moves in slow thrusts. It hurts, and I want him to stop moving, but my protest is drowned out as Hunter claims my mouth. Within minutes, I can barely think, I’ve got hands all over me, so many that I can’t even work out whose are whose, and slowly, the pain disappears, and a fire replaces it.
It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and sweating as I ride Crow. Somehow, there are two fingers in my ass and is fucking me in sync with our movements, and it feels incredible. My nipples are hard and tender, and Hunter is still kissing me. But all I can do is cry out and moan.
“All right, Crow. Go for it,” Hunter whispers and backs away.
Crow grips my hips and looks up at me. “Are you ready for this, love? It’s going to feel so damn good.”
I nod my head, thinking that, at this moment, right now, he is so beautiful.
He thrusts up into me. It’s an aggressive thrust, and he goes even deeper than he has yet. His next thrust has me aware of something thick around the base of his penis pushing against me. Rubbing against all those sensitive nerve endings.
The third thrust pops it inside me, stretching me in ways I’ve never imagined being stretched before. I throw my head back and scream as my whole body short-circuits. All the nerves in my body ignite, running pleasure such as I’ve never felt through me. I’m helpless in his arms. All I can do is hold on.
Crow roars, arching his hips so hard up into me that he lifts us off the ground. The last thing I see before I fall into white oblivion is the tendon’s on Crow’s neck as he writhes, grits his teeth, and pumps his release into me.
So, that’s what knotting is.