Her Nest #2
"It's okay," I whisper, my gaze locked on hers. "I promise, it's okay." I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down, slow and deliberate. She lifts her hips in a small, trusting gesture, and the last barrier is gone.
"Cass?" Beck's quiet voice cuts through the haze of my focus. He's still kneeling at the foot of the nest, his blue eyes wide with confusion. "Are you...are we going to rut her? Right now?"
I turn back to look at Tansy as I answer him. "Yes."
"But...she's so upset," he says softly. "I don't understand. Isn’t it…” His voice is barely a whisper, “...wrong?”
"It's not about what we want, Beck," I explain gently. “Her body is in shock. It's caught in a feedback loop of fear, and it can't get out. Words won't break it. Touching won't break it. The only thing that can force a reset is a complete biological override.”
“We have to flood her system with our pheromones,” Warren says. “It's the only way to pull her out of the panic. It's the only way to make her settle."
I glance back at the beta. He’s looking down at his hands, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Okay," he mumbles, the word small and uncertain.
"Don’t worry, Beck," Grason says with a small, sweet smile. “We're going to take care of her. You’ll see.”
A soft whimper escapes Tansy's lips, making all of us go still.
It's the first sound she's made that isn't pure terror. Her fingers flex against Grason's arms, then she reaches out, searching blindly through the air between us. Her hand finds my thigh, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, a desperate, silent command.
I'm moving before I even think.
The pain in my knee is a forgotten spark as I shift, maneuvering carefully between her legs. I settle over her, bracing my hands on the mattress on either side of Grason's hips.
I can feel the frantic, hummingbird beat of her heart through the press of our bodies.
I can feel the fine, relentless tremor that still runs through her, a vibration that Grason is trying to absorb.
And I can feel the first, faint stirrings of her own body's response, a desperate, instinctual need for the very thing we're about to give her.
"Look at me, Tansy," I command, my voice soft but absolute. Her brown eyes, swimming with unshed tears, finally focus on mine. "Only at me."
My cock is a bar of steel against my stomach, a testament to the primal need roaring through me. I grip the base, my knuckles white, and guide the head to her entrance. She's soaked, her slick a desperate, welcoming heat. I push inside her, a slow, deliberate inch.
A shuddering gasp tears from her throat, her back arching against Grason's chest. It's not a sound of pain, but of pure, overwhelming relief. It's the sound of a key turning in a locked door.
"Let go, baby," Grason groans into her hair, his own hips rocking slightly against her ass. "We've got you."
I sink deeper, burying myself to the hilt. For a moment, we’re all still, barely breathing.
The air is thick with the scent of our pack, of slick and sweat and desperate need.
And I start to move, a slow, deep rhythm, each stroke a deliberate act of love, of healing.
Warren leans in, his mouth finding one of her nipples, his tongue a gentle, swirling tease.
Tansy's whimpers turn into soft, breathy moans.
Her body, once rigid with fear, is now pliant, yielding, moving with us.
Then, something shifts in our sweet girl.
Her hips lift to meet my next thrust, a silent demand for more. Her hands, which had been hanging loose, grip my forearm hard.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Cass... harder."
Her plea is a lit match to gasoline.
My control shatters. The slow, loving rhythm evaporates, replaced by a frantic, primal pounding. I'm no longer healing her. I'm claiming her, erasing every last trace of fear with the force of my own body.
“Harder, Cass,” Warren leans up, admiring her stunning body.
With every punishing thrust, her full tits bounce and jiggle, the soft flesh slapping against her chest in a hypnotic rhythm.
"Look at her," Grason growls as he looks down her body, his voice a dark, possessive rumble that vibrates through her back and into all of us. "Look at those perfect fucking tits bounce for her alphas. That's it, Cass. Make her feel it. Make her forget everything but our cocks."
His words light something inside me, and I’m suddenly overcome with a primal need to see my omega completely stuffed, to see every one of us buried inside her.
With a final, deep thrust, I pull out of her, leaving her empty and gasping. My gaze locks onto Gray’s cock, tapping up against Tansy’s ass.
I want to feel his cock slide into her alongside mine again.
But before I can move, Warren opens his mouth and leans down, sucking Grason down his throat. He bobs a few times, then sucks the tip.
Grason lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking, making Tansy’s soft body rock. Then, Warren's mouth is on me, his hot, wet tongue swirling around the slick-soaked head of my cock.
The sight is everything.
My head falls back for a second, and I take the opportunity to find Beck. He's still at the foot of the bed, his slim body tense, his eyes wide and dark as he watches us. Looking down his slight body, I see his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
He's a beautiful, untouched part of this picture.
"Beck," I command, my voice rough with lust. "Come here."
He scrambles to obey, crawling onto the center of the nest.
The moment he's close enough, I reach out, my hand wrapping around his throat. I squeeze gently, then pull him toward me. My mouth crashes into his in a frantic, possessive kiss.
I fuck into his mouth with my tongue as Warren's mouth works my cock.
The dual sensations are overwhelming—the wet heat of Warren's lips and tongue, the frantic, desperate pulse of Beck's heart under my thumb, the taste of the beta’s submission as I kiss the breath right out of him.
He melts against me, with a soft, willing tremble.
I break the kiss, my mouth leaving his with a wet smack, but I don't release his throat. His breath comes in ragged pants, his blue eyes glazed with lust and surrender.
“Reach down and help Warren," I command Beck, my voice a low growl. "Help him stuff our omega."
Beck nods eagerly, the motion a jerky wobble.
Warren pops off my dick with a final, lingering suck, and Beck moves.
The beta reaches between Tansy's spread legs, his hand reaching for Gray’s thick cock. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, stroking him twice before guiding the tip. Then, with a firm hand, he lines Grason's cock up and helps him push back into Tansy's slick, waiting pussy.
Tansy lets out a low, guttural moan, her hips instinctively meeting the intrusion, her body knowing exactly what it needs.
"Good boy," I cup Beck’s cheek, praising him. “Now me.”
Beck’s hand is instantly around my cock, nudging the head right against Grason's shaft.
I push, and the resistance is incredible. It’s a tight, slick pressure that yields as I force my way in beside him. We slide into Tansy together, a slow, agonizing stretch, until we're both buried to the hilt.
"Holy fuck, she's tight," Grason hisses, his voice a strained, guttural sound of pure disbelief. He's perfectly still, savoring the impossible grip of her body around us. “I can feel every fucking vein in your dick, Cass.”
I nod, unable to form words.
Warren leans over, his gaze fixed on where we're joined. "God, look at that," he breathes, his voice thick with awe. “I can’t believe she's taking it. Look how stuffed she is.”
His words are the final push over the edge, and I begin to thrust.
The effect on Tansy is instantaneous.
She goes wild. A raw, primal moan tears from her throat, her back arching violently off Grason's chest.
We set a slow rhythm at first, a seesaw of flesh and desire.
One of us pulls out as the other slams home, a relentless, alternating thrust that leaves Tansy no room to breathe.
Our poor omega is lost to her growing pleasure, squished and filled between us.
Her begging turns incoherent, a stream of "please" and "more" and "yes" punctuated by the filthy, wet sounds of our bodies claiming her, over and over again.
“You like that, omega?” Grason moans loudly. “Such a greedy girl. Do you like taking two of us at once?” He grunts when I thrust especially hard. “Warren,” he glances over at the alpha’s dick, “give her that cock. She needs one more.”
Without another word, Warren stands, gripping Gray’s shoulder for balance. Then he brings his thick crown to her lips.
Without hesitation, Tansy turns her head and takes him in, a desperate, hungry moan vibrating around his shaft. We're fucking her from both ends, a relentless, overwhelming tide of sensation while Beck sucks her pretty tits.
Slowly, Tansy’s entire body tenses, then goes rigid, a bowstring pulled taut for a single, silent second before it snaps.
A long, breathy moan pushes from her throat, muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her pussy clamps down around us like a vise, a rhythmic, pulsing grip that milks our cocks for all they're worth.
A hot flood of slick pours out of her stretched pussy, drenching both Gray and me. The scent is overwhelming, a sweet, musky explosion of pure omega in the throes of a devastating orgasm.
The sight and feel of it, the sound of her muffled screams, are too much. It pushes me right to the edge, my orgasm coiling tight in my spine, ready to explode.
But I'm not done with her yet.
Not even close.
I grit my teeth, fighting back the tide, even as my knot begins to swell at the base of my cock. It’s a thick, hard bulge that presses against Grason's shaft.
I don't stop.
I can't.
I need more. I need to feel her come and come and come, until she can’t even see straight.
With another snap of my hips, Tansy’s first orgasm bleeds directly into a second. Her body seizes up again, a sharp, high-pitched whine escaping her lips around Warren's cock. Her nails dig into my thigh, a sharp, stinging pain that only grounds me deeper in my mission.
I piston into her, my knot growing larger, fuller, locking us together more and more with every passing second.
"Again," I grunt, the word a command to her body. "Give me another one, Tansy. Now."
And she does.
Her third orgasm is a silent, violent thing. Her back arches, her mouth opens in a soundless scream, and her entire body trembles from the force of it. Her fingers tangle in Beck’s dark hair, holding the beta to her chest as she comes.
Grason stills behind her, his own cock still buried deep. I feel him tense as my swelling knot presses harder against him, a growing, undeniable pressure.
"Jesus, Cass," he whispers, his voice strained. "Pull back a little. I don't want you to snap my dick in half."
With a final, reluctant groan, I shift, and Gray slowly and carefully withdraws his cock from her overstuffed pussy. But the second he’s free, I push back into her soaked body, fucking her hard and fast.
Tansy is completely wrecked, lost to a sea of sensation, and I can feel my own release finally, finally, beginning to crest.
My knot is fully swollen now, a thick, locking bulb that ties us together.
I grind into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go.
The pressure is immense as my knot pops into place, a final, perfect lock that seals us together. My orgasm tears through me, an explosive release that steels my breath.
My cock jerks inside my omega, and I feel the hot, thick pulse of my cum as it floods her, spurt after spurt, painting her insides with my claim. The sensation is so intense, so absolute, that my vision whites out for a second.
Then Tansy goes completely limp beneath me, a soft, sated weight that sags against Grason and me, her body finally giving out to the overwhelming pleasure.