Chapter 41 Covered in Slick
Covered in Slick
Skyla
This can’t be my heat.
There was no warning. No slow buildup, no dull ache, no hint of what was coming. Just sudden, bone-deep agony that claws through my gut, like it’s trying to tear me apart from the inside out.
Dakota shifts off the bed, fumbling for his phone on the dresser. The movement feels too loud, too clumsy—each sound a jagged spike through my already frayed nerves.
He mutters something under his breath, probably to Knox, but I can’t focus. Every sense feels raw, turned up too high. The faint scrape of fabric, the shift of air, the uneven pattern of the pillows—wrong, wrong, wrong.
When Dakota moves to climb back into the nest, one of the pillows tilts out of place, and it hits me like a slap.
“Don’t!” The word rips out before I can stop it. My body moves on instinct. I shove Knox away hard, desperation driving me as I reach for the scattered bedding. “Don’t touch it!”
My nest is supposed to feel safe, perfect, balanced—but it’s not. The shape is wrong, the layers uneven. My hands shake as I tear into it, yanking blankets, fluffing pillows, rearranging until my vision blurs.
Somewhere behind me, Knox says my name—soft but edged with worry. I can’t stop. I can’t breathe until it’s fixed. Until it feels right.
Then Alex’s voice cuts through the sound of my frantic breathing, sharp and raw.
“What the hell is she doing?” But it’s not anger that makes him sound hard.
It’s need. A low, strained growl under his words that makes the air itself seem to vibrate.
My head jerks up, and for a split second, everything stills.
They’re all standing at the edge of the nest. Dakota’s the only one who looks like himself—soft eyes, mouth drawn tight with worry—but Knox and Alex…
Their scents hit me like an avalanche, thick and heady, rolling through the room like a freight train. Their pupils are blown wide, muscles tense, every breath pulled through clenched teeth. They look hungry. Feral. Their alpha urges right there beneath their skin, too close to the surface.
“Strip,” Knox orders Alex as he tugs his shirt over his head. My mouth waters as I watch them peel out of their clothes, showing me every yummy dip and curve of their bodies.
Broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and cocks heavy and leaking already.
The sight of all that coiled muscle and the thick weight of their scents tangling in the air, pulls a soft, desperate mewl from me.
I hum as I push the last pillow in place, patting it sweetly before I turn my full attention to my mates. Every nerve in my body aches for their big, strong bodies to press me down and make this pain stop.
But it’s not quite right.
Because one of my alphas isn’t here.
“Tadeo,” I whisper, his name slipping out like a plea. I clutch the nearest blanket, twisting the fabric between trembling fingers. I need him, too. His steadiness. His control. The way his scent smooths out all the rough edges inside me.
Without him, everything feels off-kilter—too sharp, too hot. It’s like my body’s begging for something it can’t survive without.
“It’s okay, Sky,” Dakota whispers, his voice soft but cautious as he crouches near the edge of my nest. His hands hover there—too close.
My whole body goes taut.
I let out a growl, sharp and wild, a warning before I can stop myself. The beta freezes, palms lifting in surrender, like he’s facing a wounded animal that might bite.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I just want to help. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Upset doesn’t even begin to fucking cover it.
My nerves are shredded; my body’s one long ache. Every inch of me hurts, and the pain twists with something hotter with each passing second.
And Tadeo’s at fucking work.
How dare he.
“Strip,” Knox whispers to Dakota. “Show her what she needs.”
Dakota’s gaze flickers to Knox, like he’s unsure.
Then he moves slowly, tugging his boxers down his legs.
The sound of fabric sliding against skin feels too loud in the room.
When he straightens, all I can see is his perfect beta cock pointing at me.
Swift hunger cuts through the pain. I lick my lips without meaning to, breath catching as the air thickens with his scent.
I want him—want all of them. The urge claws at me from the inside, equal parts fury and craving. I don’t want anyone touching my nest, but I want them in it. I want to be wrapped up, held down, surrounded until the shaking stops.
“Omega.” Knox takes half a step forward, letting his shins bump against the side of the bed. “Let us in, sweetheart. Let us tend to you. Your whole pack will be here soon.” His voice rolls through me, calm and steady, but I can’t make myself move.
I know he’s right—my body knows he’s right—but everything inside me rebels. It feels wrong. The nest isn’t ready. Tadeo isn’t here.
I shake my head hard, clutching a fistful of blankets like I can somehow keep myself from breaking open. “No,” I whisper, the word cracking apart on my tongue. My throat burns. “Not, not yet.”
My breath stutters, uneven and shallow. Every muscle trembles with effort as pain tightens in my chest and belly until it’s all I can do to stay upright. “I need—” I swallow hard, forcing the words out even as my voice splinters. “I need Tadeo too.” Hot tears prick my eyes. “I need my whole pack.”
Then it hits.
A cramp so sharp it knocks the air out of my lungs. My knees buckle and I collapse forward, catching myself on trembling hands. Fire races through my stomach, and slick pours everywhere. It pools beneath me, covering my thighs, ass, and soaking the nest.
It’s too much. Too fast. I can’t breathe.
My mouth opens to scream, but all that comes out is a strangled sound, half gasp, half sob. The room blurs around the edges, twisting and spinning until all I can feel is pain, followed by emptiness.
The sensation hits so suddenly it feels like a switch being flipped — one moment, my body is strung tight and shaking; the next, my pussy is wide open, aching for a big, thick alpha cock.
A tremor racks my body as I shift onto my knees, the sound of my own breathing loud and unsteady in my ears. Leaning forward, I press my cheek to the blankets with my ass in the air. Someone growls in approval behind me, but I don’t look. I’m too busy pushing my fingers between my slippery folds.
My pussy radiates so much heat as I pump in and out, rubbing slick circles around my swollen clit, then dip back in again. My nipples tighten and rub against the blanket beneath me.
My first orgasm builds slowly, painfully, like something stuck behind glass. When it hits, it’s shallow at best—a flash of heat, then nothing but emptiness clawing through me. It leaves me trembling, hollow, wrecked.
The release does nothing to help. It just makes things worse.
My muscles spasm, my skin burns, my pulse pounds everywhere all at once.
I can’t stop shaking.
A sob rips out of me, raw and broken. “I can’t—” The words crumble in my throat. “It won’t stop. Puh, please.” I curl tighter, begging anyone to just stop the pain. “Help.”
“Baby.” Knox’s voice is so close. “Tadeo’s almost here,” he murmurs, low and soft. “Let us in, omega. Let your mates give you what you need.”
I turn my face toward him, trying to focus through the fog of pain and heat. Knox’s dark green eyes locked onto mine—steady, calm, grounding.
I manage a small, jerky nod and whisper, “Okay.”
Dakota’s the first to move. He scrambles into the nest, his movements clumsy with panic, but his touch gentle.
His hands find my lower back, rubbing me, trying to soothe the tremors that rack through me.
His palms are cool against my burning skin, the contrast so sharp it makes me hiss through my teeth.
“It’s okay, Sky,” he murmurs, his voice shaking enough to betray how scared he is. “Just breathe for me, yeah?”
The mattress dips again. Knox and Alex climb in on either side, their weight sinking into the nest, surrounding me in heat and scent and steady, grounding presence. Knox’s hand slides down my back, a slow anchor, while Alex settles right in front of me, his thick cock right in my face.
“Open,” Alex says firmly, and I quickly obey.
I wrap my lips around him right as Knox pushes deep inside my aching cunt. I hollow my cheeks as Alex flexes, lifting his hips so he can fuck my face while Knox pounds into me from behind.
I’m lost in the feel of both of them, pinned down and stuffed from both ends. Knox’s balls slap against my clit, forcing my body forward, making me gag on Alex. The sound makes all three men moan.
Soooo good.
“Such a sweet cockslut,” Dakota whispers as he slips a hand under me, squeezing my breasts. “Do you love having both their fat cocks inside you?”
I look up at him the best I can with Alex still thrusting into my throat. I try to smile or nod, but all I can do is be used.
“Yeah.” Dakota gives me a wicked smile as his hand curls around the underside of my chin. “You love it, don’t you, beautiful?” He looks so proud, it makes my heart flutter, followed quickly by my pussy.
My whole body hums. The pressure inside my pussy grows as Knox’s knot starts to inflate. I need it. I need the painful stretch and pop, feeling him lodged deep inside me.
Soon, I tell myself. Once Tadeo gets here, I’ll take Knox’s knot and everything will be right with the world.
My eyes float closed as I zero in on the sensations spiraling around and through me. The smells, the sounds, the rough hands curling into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
My body sparks, and my pussy clenches down. The world pulses, the cock in my mouth slipping deeper between breaths.
And then I come.
It’s everything I need it to be.
Sweet, wonderful release.
My muscles tense, my walls flutter, and I cry out around Alex’s perfect cock.
But Knox doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps fucking me, turning my pleasure into oversensitized pain, which then quickly spirals into another blissful orgasm.
I'm floating, lost in a haze of bliss, when I feel the first sting of pain in my pussy.
Yes. Give me that knot.
Knox lets out a heavy grunt as his cock pulses and he comes inside me. Another vicious orgasm rips from me, and I come with a ragged cry that makes the cock fall out of my mouth. My walls clench down as Knox slows his pace, using my body to milk every last drop from his balls.
Yes.
The pressure inside me settles everything. There’s no pain. No tension or fear.
I can breathe.
“You okay, baby?” Dakota whispers in my ear as I press my flushed face to Alex’s thigh. His rock-hard cock juts inches from my face, but I’m too dizzy to suck it anymore.
“Yes,” I hum, then make a satisfied sound when Knox’s cock kicks once more inside me, spilling one more spurt of cum.
“Holy fuck,” Tadeo’s deep growl is like a balm to my skin—my whole pack is finally here. Everything slides so perfectly into place as I reach a hand out in the direction of his voice.
“Get over here, alpha,” Knox says as his hands smooth down my back. “She’ll need more once my knot goes down.”
I hear the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothes, then feel more weight settling on the bed.
“Come and take care of your omega.”
Everything is finally perfect.