Skyla’s Nest
Skyla’s Nest
Skyla
Knox moves, his legs straddling Alex’s as he settles right behind me. My thighs shake with excitement as Knox’s blunt tip presses against my stretched opening. Alex is already rock hard inside me, but all the cum and slick makes it easy for Knox to slip in next to him.
Alex and I both hum as Knox pushes and pulls, trying to feed his girth into me. The pressure is insane, making my back arch. While I did this with Tadeo and Dakota, two alpha cocks are very different from an alpha and a beta.
“Hold still, baby.” Knox curls one hand around my hip and presses between my shoulder blades with the other. “Just like that.”
A whine jerks from my throat when he forces his way into my pussy. I’m so full, I’m scared I can’t take it.
“Relax, Sky,” Knox’s voice dips into a throaty purr, making some of the tension in my abs ease. Then Alex starts purring too, and every muscle in my body turns to jelly. My bones suddenly feel loose and my pussy wide open.
Knox takes advantage and thrusts hard and fast right into me. Alex curses loudly as I gasp from the intrusion.
Both alphas are immediately relentless.
Knox pumps in and out of me, his cock sliding against Alex as they both thrust, one and then the other.
I can’t speak, I can’t moan, or whimper, or pant.
I just take it—the intense pleasure and pressure of their cocks sliding over one another as they fuck my pussy.
Hands squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples, while another grips a handful of my hair, tugging hard.
But I can’t tell who they belong to. And I don’t care.
I’m lost in a sea of quickly building pleasure.
Someone’s cock twitches inside me—maybe Knox’s—and he grunts loudly, fucking me faster. Everything tightens, the pressure inside me growing so hard and fast I fear I might pass out.
Then wild pleasure rips through me.
I’m floating, falling, drowning in wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life.
My walls flutter then clamp down, squeezing both alphas at the same time. Alex hisses as I’m yanked upright by my hair.
The world blurs.
Then sharp, tearing pain blooms at the juncture of my neck. It’s so white-hot and sudden. The sound that escapes me isn’t a scream so much as a strangled breath, shock freezing me in place.
My body jerks, muscles locking as the burn spreads through my shoulder and chest, followed by a painful pop inside my pussy. Alex lets out a violent growl as he jerks under me. For a heartbeat, I can’t breathe, can’t think. I can only feel the raw, electric ache burning me from the inside out.
Then my mind catches up.
Did Knox bite me?
The realization hits like a blow. I blink hard, trying to clear the haze from my vision as sound rushes back in. Alex’s pained grunts, the pounding of my pulse, the fangs still buried in my neck.
Everything inside me feels wrong. My instincts are a chaotic snarl—fear, confusion, anger tangling together. I can feel the heat of Knox’s breath against my skin, the press of his body behind me, as he slowly pulls his fangs out, then licks.
I twist in his hold, forcing space between us as I look up at Knox's face. I expect guilt from the alpha—or maybe confusion—I get neither.
Knox isn’t apologizing. He isn’t horrified. He’s staring at my neck with the softest expression. He looks…proud.
The sight hits harder than the pain in my shoulder as shock grips me.
“You—” My voice cracks and shakes. “You bit me on purpose. Didn’t you?”
He doesn’t answer. He just takes a slow breath, finally meeting my eyes. He looks completely unapologetic.
Rage burns through my fear, sharp and hot. “How could you?” I whisper, my pulse hammering so hard it hurts. “You can’t— You shouldn’t—” I can’t get the words to leave my mouth. “You can’t mark an omega outside of their heat!” I finally scream, unable to stop myself. “It can kill me!”
“Skyla.” Knox lets out a slow breath. “I had to. You needed—”
Heat burns through me so fast I don’t even think. I twist, trying to hit him—anywhere I can reach—but the awkward movement makes Knox’s knot pull and jerk inside me, sharp enough to make me gasp. Knox hisses and Alex lets out a pained growl beneath me, gripping my hips hard.
“She’s going to rip my cock off!” he yells, his face scrunched up with pain.
“Skyla—stop!” Knox grips my arms, holding me in place. It isn’t gentle, but it isn’t cruel either. Just desperate.
“Let go of me!” I cry, but his hands don’t move. They curl around me tighter, keeping my arms pinned to my sides.
Then voices thunder down the hall. The door bursts open.
Tadeo barrels in first. He’s in his boxers, fists curled, ready to tear apart whatever threat he thought he’d find. His eyes sweep the room, landing on Knox, Alex, then me.
Behind him, Dakota hesitates in the doorway, his hair tousled, skin flushed. His gaze drifts from my face, straight down to my neck. His expression shifts, not in shock or disbelief… but something like grim understanding. Like he expected this.
My stomach drops.
“Did you know he was going to do this?” My voice cracks as I twist, trying to face the beta. Pain flares in my pussy, white-hot, but it’s nothing compared to the sick twist in my gut.
“Skyla, please,” Alex begs as he grips my thighs, trying to keep me still.
“Did you know?” I repeat when Dakota doesn’t answer. “Did you know he was going to mark me?”
The beta’s throat works as he swallows. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to.
And that’s when it hits me—this wasn’t passion, it wasn't instinct spiraling out of control. This was deliberate. Planned.
My pulse pounds in my ears. I can feel the mark throb against my skin, hot and wrong, a brand I never agreed to. My gaze darts from one alpha to the next, searching for something—remorse, an explanation, anything.
But all I find is silence.
“I’m sorry,” Knox murmurs, his breath warm against the fresh bite. It throbs beneath his lips—a brand I never asked for, another scar that won’t heal right. “I had to,” he says, loosening his hold until it becomes something almost gentle, like a hug. “I didn’t want to—”
“You had to?” My voice comes out sharp, trembling with disbelief. I can feel the pause in Knox’s body, but it’s so damn hard to see his face from this angle. I fucking hate that his knot is locked inside me right now.
Enraged, I finally look down at Alex. His face is bright red, the cords of his neck straining with pain. I know his cock is trapped between my pelvic bone and Knox’s knot, but I’m so angry and numb, I can’t feel anything other than the fury pounding at the base of my skull.
If I were a kind person, I’d feel bad for him, but I’m convinced he knew what Knox had planned. Just like Dakota…and probably Tadeo too.
How could they risk hurting me like this?
I trusted them.
“The doctor said you were at risk,” Knox says when I don’t answer.
His voice is calm, maddeningly calm. “That the bond from your old pack had to be replaced before it collapsed completely. Dr. Mara said it’s dangerous for an omega’s body and mind to be cut off so abruptly.
But I didn’t choose to do this lightly.” He holds me closer, but I stay rigid, refusing to melt into him.
“She also told me the risks—Bond Rejection Syndrome, Post-Mating Aggression Syndrome, and even bond instability.”
I frown, then stare up at him over my shoulder, not understanding half the words he’s saying.
“I couldn’t risk you suffering because of your lost bond with your old pack,” he goes on, tone steady and deliberate, like he’s presenting a damn report instead of explaining why he decided to risk my life without giving me any say...and all for something that won’t work anyway.
“Sky.” Knox sighs, lifting a hand to touch my cheek. “The doctor said—”
“Stop.” The word rips out of me before I can hold it back. “The doctors don’t know shit,” I snap, jerking away from his touch. My head twists, breaking his hand’s contact with my cheek. “They don’t know what I’ve been through—or what I can handle.”
The room goes still.
Tadeo’s jaw tightens. Dakota doesn’t even breathe. Knox’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Then, all at once, the pressure inside me shifts, a release that makes my muscles seize before they finally ease as Knox’s knot goes down. Alex exhales, long and shaky, his whole upper body sagging against the mattress.
I immediately scramble—kicking out, twisting, shoving until I’m free.
I tear myself off Alex’s lap and out of Knox’s arms, forcing both of their cocks to slip from my body.
There’s a sudden cold rush of air hitting where their warmth used to be, followed by a gush of fluid between my legs.
My knees catch on the blankets, but I don’t stop until I’ve backed into the far corner of my nest. My hands fumble for the nearest blanket, and I pull it tight around me—hiding every inch of skin from them.
“Get out of my nest,” I snarl, low and raw.
Knox freezes in place, still straddling Alex’s legs.
Alex just stares at me, wide-eyed, like he doesn’t know whether to come closer or bolt. But neither of them moves.
“I said get out!” The words rip out of me louder this time, sharp enough to sting the air.
Knox starts to speak, but I cut him off with a shuddering breath.
“You don’t deserve to be in my nest.” I glare at Alex.
“Either of you.” I jerk my chin toward the door.
My body’s trembling, but my voice doesn’t shake. Not this time. “Go!”
And to my absolute shock, Knox obeys. The pack alpha moves slowly, shoulders tight, head dipped like he can’t bear to look at me. Alex lingers a second longer. His mouth opens—ready to say something, anything—but I meet his eyes and whisper, “Please.”
It’s not a plea. It’s a warning.