14
hannah
They tuck me under Ellis, and he slips his cock into me.
There’s no condom, and I think to myself that I’ll just be that girl and get a Plan B, and wow, that’s fucked up.
But then I don’t think much at all, because of how it smells in here.
Ellis’s scent changes with the alphas, and their scents rise and twine with his.
It still smells like a summer rainstorm, but there are accents of spices filling the air, notes of vanilla and cinnamon.
A chocolate undercurrent and a hint of something deep and dark like bourbon.
The air smells decadent, and I am trapped here, stretched and jammed full of Ellis’s insistent driving cock as I am wrapped up in a stream of sweet surrender.
Time stretches and compresses in a way that I can’t quite make sense of.
I don’t know how long the alphas take charge of Ellis and fuck him with a relentlessness that still seems tinged with tenderness and care.
They are sweet with him, always calling him their pretty boy, always caressing him, stroking their enormous alpha hands over his skin, purring to him, urging his orgasms, filling him again and again with their releases.
Everyone comes a lot.
Except, um, me.
No one seems to be thinking about me in that way, but then, uh, I’m not thinking of me either. I’m floating around in a room that smells like some kind of rain-soaked bakery, and the air is so warm and the alphas are sweating and their sweat smells like baked goods, and it’s…
I’m not complaining.
I have nothing to complain about. I’m buried down here at the bottom of this, looking up at them and feeling incredibly good.
After what could have been several hours or maybe just twenty minutes, Ellis’s cock softens and slips out of me and he begins to yawn around one of the alpha’s cocks.
That alpha slips out of his mouth and helps him up so that the other alpha, who is knotted into Ellis, can gather him up, and they can arrange themselves in a corner of the nest against a pile of pillows.
Ellis is huge, and these alphas are huge, too, but not necessarily taller than him.
Broader though, burlier, and emanating this sheer masculine vibe that’s overwhelming.
Still, it’s odd to see Ellis sleeping on the other man’s chest, cradled there, though there’s that elfiness to him, a gracefulness.
He looks sated and pleased and so, so comfortable.
The alpha with his cock still stuck in Ellis reverently strokes sweaty dark curls away from Ellis’s brow, looking down on him with a look of such sweet affection that it makes my heart ache.
“Did he call you Hannah?” That’s the other alpha, the one who’s been in Ellis’s mouth.
I’m naked and sitting up in this nest, and I remember to be self-conscious. I wrap my arms around my knees, feeling myself blush as I turn to him. “Uh, yeah.”
“I’m Gatlin,” he says. He’s dark and olive-skinned, with a tidy trimmed beard. His chest is massive and hairy, and his cock is still hard and there’s still a big, big knot.
I yelp out a laugh. “Um, nice to meet you?”
The other alpha laughs, too, from the corner. He’s blond, very handsome, with blond hair on his forearms and chest. His eyes are bright blue. He grins at me, and I feel at ease, somehow. I grin back. He says, “I’m Kane. This is definitely one of the more awkward ways to meet someone.”
“Yes,” says Gatlin. “How are you, nice to meet you, it seems we have an appreciation for Ellis’s cock in common, want to fuck?”
I let out a laugh that is really more like a bray. I feel a little lightheaded. It’s the scents in here, maybe?
“Does she?” says Kane.
I look at him, confused.
“Want to fuck,” says Kane. “Gatlin looks ready to go there. I’m obviously occupied, but the kind of rut we’re in, it’s a doozy. You’re looking at his cock like you might like to take it for a spin.”
I put my hand over my mouth. Oh, my God, I…
I must look really mortified, because Gatlin says, “Stop it, leave the poor beta girl alone, Kane.”
Kane shrugs. “Just trying to keep the party going here.”
Gatlin shakes his head. “We don’t know anything about Ellis’s boundaries with his girlfriend. He may not want anyone else to touch her. We need to respect that before we start moving on in his territory.”
“Well, she’s here,” says Kane. “She can tell us about his boundaries. What do you two think about sharing?”
Wow, everything that’s just happened, including walking in on Ellis with Calliope, and now this… “We have not ever talked about that,” I say. “I’m not really his girlfriend. I’m just a girl he’s fucking to make someone jealous.”
Gatlin raises his eyebrows.
Kane lets out a long, low laugh. “Oh, fuck, if it was anyone but Ellis, I’d think that was insane, but I believe that.” He bends down and kisses the top of Ellis’s head. “You’re a little hellion, aren’t you, pretty boy?”
Ellis snuggles into Kane in his sleep, sighing.
“Um? Is it… the heat… it’s not broken, right?” I don’t know a lot about heat, but I think it usually takes a while to break, four or five hours at least, sometimes days.
“He’s through the initial burst,” says Gatlin. “A lot of times, that’s the most intense, but not always. He’ll wake up and it’ll be my turn to get stuck in him.” He sounds pleased at the prospect.
“If you’re not his girlfriend, you don’t have to stay,” says Kane. “I know we told you to before, but maybe we weren’t thinking real clearly. It’s hard to think around Ellis, actually. If you feel coerced or uncomfortable or—”
“No,” I say.
“Well, you think about that,” says Gatlin. “If you feel differently later, that’s valid.”
“Don’t talk her into pressing charges against us, Gatlin, for fuck’s sake,” mutters Kane.
“It’s nothing like that,” I assure them both. I rub my forehead. I think about leaving. I think about not leaving. I think about getting up on all fours and crawling over to Gatlin and putting my mouth on his cock, and I wonder if he also tastes like baked goods? I let out a wild giggle.
Gatlin scoots towards me. “Hey, this might be entirely the wrong thing, but you seem like you need a little grounding. Can I touch you?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah,” I say. “Actually, yeah.”
His hand finds my shoulder. His hand is enormous and warm and the smell of him is vanilla and bourbon and it invades my nostrils and twirls down into the center of me and makes me feel loose and good and incredibly safe. I moan, unable to stop myself, and lean into him.
He rubs my shoulder, tentative.
I shut my eyes and turn my head towards his scent, sighing.
Gatlin’s large hand slides down my bare back.
I sigh again, turning into that delicious scent and my cheek makes contact with his chest. I open my eyes.
He’s looking down at me with questions in his eyes.
“I’m feeling very grounded right now,” I inform him, and my voice is heavy. My whole body is throbbing. I realize I’ve been turned on for a long, long time now, what with all the fucking with Ellis before they showed up and all the fucking afterwards, and I haven’t had any release.
He chuckles, low and deep in his throat. “I think you’re a little scent-struck, beta. You might not be thinking clearly.”
I groan. “I just want…” I slide my cheek over his dark chest hair, and the scent of him is overpowering. My pussy quivers.
“I think she wants to take your cock for a spin, Gatlin,” comes the rumble of Kane’s voice from the corner. “I think I want to watch her do that.”
“Mmm,” I say. “Maybe I do.” Am I scent-struck, whatever that means? Does it matter? “I do not belong to Ellis in any actual way. I am allowed to do whatever I want. It’s my body.”
“It is absolutely your body,” agrees Gatlin. “And I’m in a rut and you smell like my omega, and I don’t know if I have it in me to talk you out of whatever you want to do, but I want to go on record that I think I should.”
“No,” counters Kane. “You should not.”
I push up on my knees and I’m eye-level with Gatlin. “Should we kiss first?” I murmur.
Gatlin’s lips brush mine, barely a kiss. He hovers there, waiting, and I come in to join our lips again, and then I feel the wetness of his tongue.
I bring a leg up to straddle him. “You can’t… your knot…”
“Won’t do that,” Gatlin assures me. “You slide down on me and take as much or as little as you want, all right?” His voice is deep and reassuring and very sexy, and I feel lightheaded and incredibly needy.
There’s a bit of worry that this is all absolutely crazy, that I should not be doing this, that I don’t even know his last name, and then it’s all wiped out as I reach down and tuck the head of his cock into me.
Oh, wow, that is, wow, how is that even fitting in me, and why does it feel like that, and the scent is insane, and did I just reach down and touch his cock? When am I ever this forward? Is being scent-struck like being on drugs or something?
I’m slippery as all hell, mostly because Ellis came in me ten thousand times, so I take Gatlin easily and it’s a wondrous feeling of goodness and fullness, and then I settle right there on his knot, and I let out a relieved whine, because it’s right on my clit.
Gatlin pants a little. “Don’t you have a tight little slippery pussy, beta?”
“Mmm, how tight?” says Kane. “You have to understand, Hannah, it’s been a while for either of us with a woman.”
I barely register this because I’m bouncing on him and rubbing my clit against his knot, and jolts of fizzy sweet goodness are splintering through my body. I throw back my head and start to moan.
Gatlin bends down and tastes my nipples. His hands grip my hips. “She’s very soft, Kane.”
“She looks soft,” says Kane. “Squeeze her breasts a little, would you, Gatlin? Can you give me a little show here?”
“You’ll just fuck the omega awake if I get you too worked up,” says Gatlin, sucking hard on one of my nipples.
I let out a strangled noise. I am going to come, and it’s going to be such a relief. Fuck, I have never wanted to come quite so goddamned bad in my whole fucking life, and I like alpha cock and knots are great.