Chapter 29 Sophie #2
His muscles strain beneath my palms, every inch of him coiled tight, barely holding back from flipping me over and taking control.
But not this time.
A smile tugs at my lips as I move faster, rocking against him with purpose. “Stay still,” I whisper, voice thick with heat, my body pulsing around him, daring him to break first.
Brodie lets out a deep growl, clenching his teeth, his fingers flexing against my waist. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Omega,” he says. I can see his control slipping, his Alpha warring to give me this and to take over, to dominate me and fill me with his knot.
I don’t slow down. I lean forward, bracing myself against his chest, my breasts brushing against him as I roll my hips in tight, desperate circles. The friction is exquisite, making pleasure coil in my core, winding me so tight I think I might snap.
Behind me, Tyler kneels, his scent wild and electric as he strokes a hand down my spine. “Fuck, Soph. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so I meet his gaze. I can see him stroking his length as he stares into me. Admiration and longing so raw on his face it’s mesmerizing.
My lips part, a whimper caught in my throat. “Let me,” I breathe, as Tyler’s thumb drags along my bottom lip, and then his hand strokes over my jaw.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice husky.
I do.
Tyler groans, his grip tightening ever so slightly before he guides himself between my lips, filling my mouth in a slow, steady push. The taste of salt and musk of his pre-cum ignites something raw inside me.
My body clenches around Brodie as I take Tyler deeper, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deep, and slowly letting his length slip out. The sensory overload is stoking the already burning heat inside me.
Brodie curses beneath me, his restraint snapping as his grip on my hips tightens. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” he growls, and then he thrusts up into me, driving deeper, harder, no longer able to let me set the pace.
My cry is muffled around Tyler, but their low, satisfied groans tell me they hear it. Feel it. My Omega loves that I’m pleasing them.
Then I feel Ethan behind me, solid and steady, his presence a fire burning me alive. His scent makes me so full of need that I don’t think this will ever be enough. His hard length presses against the curve of my ass, a silent promise of everything he’s going to give me.
One strong arm snakes around my waist, holding me to his body as Brodie drives into me, while the other drifts lower, teasing along the line of my stomach before finding the wetness between my thighs.
I shudder, my breath catching as his fingers part me, slow and deliberate. His touch is torturous—soft, teasing strokes that make my hips jerk against Brodie, my body caught on pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Brodie’s thrusts slow, dragging out each movement to an agonizing, torturous rhythm that has me clawing at his shoulders. His length is so hot and hard it feels like steel, stretching me in a way that has me gasping, desperate for more.
Each deliberate slide in and out has me teetering on the edge, the thick pressure of his knot threatening to lock us together, to claim me completely.
“Easy, Omega,” Ethan murmurs into my ear, his voice rough, strained. “We’re taking our time with you.”
But I don’t want time. I want to shatter. I want to fall apart completely.
I try to push down against his hand to chase the friction, but Ethan clicks his tongue, his grip tightening around my waist, holding me still. He circles my clit with slow, lazy strokes, his pace maddening, controlled, meant to drive me insane.
“You feel that?” he whispers, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “How good you feel? How perfect you are?”
A whimper escapes me, my thighs trembling as pleasure licks up my spine—hot, consuming, unstoppable. My body clenches around Brodie as he resumes his brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through me.
My mouth hollows around Tyler, but he pulls back, fisting himself with fevered strokes, his eyes locked onto me with unrestrained hunger. Behind me, Ethan hums in satisfaction, the deep, resonant sound settling low in my belly, igniting something primal and insatiable.
“That’s it,” he growls, his fingers pressing just a little firmer, sending white-hot pleasure streaking through my limbs. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it.”
I’m shaking, unraveling, their hands, their mouths, their bodies turning me inside out, breaking me apart piece by piece. And I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
I want to drown in them.
Brodie’s thrusts become rough, his control slipping with every pulse, every clench of my body around him. His breath is ragged as his knot begins to swell, stretching me even further. “Sophie,” he grits out, his head falling back against the pillows. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I can feel him fighting the urge to knot, his muscles rigid beneath me.
He gives in to his pleasure, filling me with his release but keeping himself from locking inside me.
The tease makes my need reach new heights.
I need—God, I need—it burns through my aching pussy.
Slick and Brodie’s cum slide out of me, trailing down my thigh.
Tyler moans softly as my mouth slips off his heated flesh.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck, sending white-hot sensation straight to my clit.
I feel the pleasure, but frustration burns beneath it. My heat demands a knot, craves it, has to have it. I glance over my shoulder at Ethan, knowing my gaze is hot, desperate.
“Ethan,” I whimper, urgency vibrating through my voice.
“Come here, baby,” he says softly, helping me rise off Brodie.
He presses me forward, and I instantly know what he wants. I arch my lower back, presenting my aching pussy to him, silently begging for him to take me.
“Please, Ethan,” I gasp, moving restlessly. “Please, knot me. I need it.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky as he traces the curve of my ass with his fingertips. “Sure you want this?”
I’m lost to the sight of him fisting his massive length, the head slick with need. I whine, my whole body pulsing.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” I beg, feeling like I’ll die if he doesn’t knot me. My slick coats my thighs in anticipation. I don’t know how he’s holding back right now.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” he growls.
I have just enough time to smile, satisfaction curling through me at the desperation in his voice, before he slams his thick cock home inside me.
The stretch is intense. I’d forgotten how big he is. He’s so deep I see stars, keening as I press back into him, taking every inch.
Pleasure crashes through me, violent and unrelenting.
My body seizes, my thighs trembling as Ethan growls above me, his hips jerking.
I can’t tell if I’m feeling pleasure or pain—maybe both.
My womb cramps, preparing for his knot. Some part of me knows it will hurt, but I don’t care. It’s all I want.
“Oh my God, Sophie—oh my God,” Ethan grinds out, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me, over and over, hard and unrelenting. He takes control, moving me to his own frantic rhythm.
“Ethan,” I gasp as he reaches around and rubs a hand over my clit. “Ethan, please.”
“Relax for me, Sophie,” he orders, his fingers slipping lower to work my bundle of nerves as his thrusts slow. He’s driving deeper, deeper, and I can feel his cock swelling, ready to knot me.
“Knot me,” I beg, practically keening with desire.
With a roar, Ethan slams into me one last time, his knot swelling inside me, locking us together.
As he seats himself fully, my walls tighten, sealing around him.
He bites my shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood.
The sharp pain sends me spiraling over the edge, and I scream, my head tilting back, my body shaking as rolling waves of pleasure consume me, leaving me gasping over and over.
“Good girl,” Ethan praises, his body arching into me, as if he’s trying to push even deeper.
“God, that’s hot,” Tyler says, his voice thick with arousal.
“You smell incredible,” Brodie murmurs, his words practically a sigh.
“Come for me again, Sophie,” Ethan rasps, rocking into me, stretching me around his knot, teasing my oversensitive clit.
I’m lost in the heat haze, aware only of Ethan’s fingers rubbing tight circles against my swollen bud, his knot pulsing in sync with my pleasure.
Brodie nips at my neck, and Tyler pinches my nipple, sending a fresh shockwave through my body.
I shatter. With two more keening moans, my orgasm rips through me so violently that my legs give out. Tyler and Brodie catch me, holding me steady as I scream, my slick leaking over Ethan’s knot, locking us together in pleasure.
“Fuck!” he shouts, slamming into me, lost to his own rut. His release floods me, hot and thick, sealed inside by his knot.
Tyler tenses above me, his grip on my shoulder tightens, his praise a rough whisper. “That’s it, Soph. So fucking good for us.”
The world tilts, my body trembling with the aftershocks, pleasure still licking up my spine as Ethan pulls me down against his chest, his arms locking around me in an unrelenting hold. His breath is ragged against my hair, his scent thick and possessive, wrapping around me like a claim.
He tumbles us onto the bedding of the nest, his knot still locked within me, my legs lying along his, our bodies sticky with repletion.
“Mine,” he rasps, his voice raw with satisfaction, his knot holding me in place, branding me with his presence.
But even as my body melts into his, a deep, insatiable hunger coils in my core. My Omega isn’t satisfied—not yet.
I shift, restless against him, my skin burning, my pulse thrumming with need. The heat still lingers, simmering just beneath the surface, and I know—this is far from over.
I need more, but I feel sleep pulling at me, momentarily sated.
I drift off knowing my Alphas aren’t done with me yet.