47. Sunny
Sunny
My heart thunders in my ears in time with my pounding feet.
I thought I'd gotten a good head start, but a roar from too close behind me tells me that I'm not going to get as far as I'd hope.
Darkness makes everything around me hard to see, but with the light from the full moon and my knowledge of these woods, I make it through without getting turned around.
I swing behind a boulder that I used to play Queen of the Forest on top of as a child and crouch low.
My legs burn, and my breaths come in ragged gasps.
I cover my mouth to try to stifle the sounds, but I know I can't stay here for more than a moment.
They can scent my sweat and perfume, and definitely my dripping slick.
I've never been more turned on than I am at this moment.
Every nerve is on fire, and every brain cell is on high alert.
I am acutely aware of each inch of my body, from my slick core to my pebbled nipples grazing against my shirt.
I hear a twig snap and freeze. Slowly, I peer around the boulder.
A dark, hulking shape stands in the distance, faintly illuminated by the moonlight cutting through the trees.
I carefully pry a rock from the soil before me and lob it far to my left. As soon as I hear the alpha move toward the rock, I begin loping in the opposite direction. I'm trying to be quiet and careful until a voice behind me makes me nearly jump out of my skin.
"Where are you going, Little One?" Cole's rumbling voice asks.
If he can talk, he hasn't tipped into a rut yet.
I glance at him, smile with all my teeth, and then run.
And I really do try, but I don't hear pounding feet from Cole chasing me.
I don't hear any feet before something large and solid knocks into me from the right.
As we tumble to the ground, a big hand comes up to cover my head so that I don't bash it.
I look up expecting to see Cole but it’s Hunt.
Even in deep rut, Hunt is so careful with me.
Besides this subconscious protection, though, I see none of that caring when I look into his blown black pupils.
They're so wide I can't see his honey-colored eyes.
He growls in my face, his hard length pressing through his clothes and into my thigh.
He grinds up into me, and I can't help but perfume.
"Hunt, back up," Cole's bark echoes across the trees.
Hunt snarls at him, but backs off of me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I look directly at Cole. His pupils are wide, but not like the others. His alpha is tugging on him, but he's holding on for his pack as the head of the dominant alpha.
"You say stop, and I'll make sure they stop," he says firmly.
I narrow my eyes. "You're not going to join them?" I glance at the noticeable bulge snaking its way down the thigh of his pants.
Cole reaches down and squeezes his length through his jeans. "Not today, Little One. Someone needs to stay conscious. Need to make sure we're all safe." As the dominant alpha, he ensures the pack’s safety, including in the first ruts. It's his driving instinct in this situation.
"If you want to stop, say so," he repeats. His voice is a light bark.
"Yes, alpha," I agree with a slight wink.
"Brat," he mutters.
"But if I don't say stop, I don't want to stop." My eyes meet his, and I swear his go blacker. He swallows and nods.
"Looks like you won, Hunt," Cole says, too low and grave to be casual.
Hunt can only snarl in response. With a nod from our alpha, he stalks toward me.
I haul myself to my feet and spin on my heel intending to flee again.
I have no doubt Cole can follow us to do his alpha protector thing, but Luca is stepping out of the shadows nearby before I get two steps.
Then Jess across from him. They have me boxed in on three sides.
Hunt and Luca both press forward at the same time.
Trapping one arm on my left side against Hunt's body and the other trapped by Luca.
They both wrap their arms around me. One of Hunt's hands comes to cup the back of my head and yanks lightly against my hair.
Luca's left-hand plays circles into my stomach and around the hem of my pants.
Jess is the only one left, stalking forward like a man possessed.
Just when I think he's going to press into me like Hunt and Luca, he drops to his knees instead.
He doesn't even remove my pants as he immediately lunges forward and licks and bites at my center through my leggings.
I'm so slick at this point, I'm sure my pants are soaked with my arousal.
His tongue plays against my clit through the fabric, and it's both filthy and mind-numbingly hot.
I string my hands into his hair to pull him closer, and he obliges.
For a moment, I think I'll orgasm just from this.
But then he pulls back and grabs my leggings, pulling them down with bruising force.
I perfume. The fact that these men have lost control over me makes me feel both vulnerable and powerful. Knowing that with the snap of my fingers, Cole would call them all back, and they would be forced to obey.
I push on the broad walls of Hunt's and Luca's chests, but they may as well be stone. Hunt reaches down between my thighs, and a snarl rips from Jess. Angry with Hunt for trying to take his new possession—my pussy.
Cole's at our sides in a flash. Rut can be a dangerous thing. Not just for the omega, but for the alphas. If a strong, dominant alpha isn't present and in control, the alphas could devolve into fistfights. More than a few accidental homicides have happened that way.
He grasps the back of Jess's neck. The two alphas snarl at each other, but Jess eventually submits.
"Hunt will get her sweet, wet pussy. He won that." Cole meets my eyes. A question in them that I inherently understand. I nod. "But I'm sure our omega can take more than one…"
Jess's eyes flare.
"You wanna take that sweet ass?" Cole asks.
Jess only growls in response. He's too lost in his alpha to make words.
"Lay down, Hunt," Cole barks.
Hunt lies in the downy moss and dirt of the forest floor.
His clean scent mixes with the wild wood in a delectable way.
On his back, he unbuttons his pants and shucks them down, his cock bobbing free.
Then he grabs my calves, and I squeak as his rough hands jerk me to my knees on top of him.
Before I can even position myself, Jess is at my back, his chest pressed against me.
I expect him to immediately try to take my ass.
But instead, he grabs my hips and positions me above Hunt.
When I look back at him and into his eyes, they're darting between Hunt and me, clearly relishing the sight of both of us together.
Just like that day in the kitchen. He lifts me up slightly, and when he lowers me down, I'm impaled on thick, dark cock.
I moan and throw my head back on Jess's shoulder.
Jess's eyes never leave the place where Hunt's cock is working into me in hot, deliberate thrusts.
It's almost too much stimulation. My center coils tighter and tighter.
"You're taking that rutting cock so well," Cole praises, and the timber of his voice mixed with the cock pounding into me leaves me spiraling over the edge. But just because I found release doesn't mean we're done. I fall forward onto Hunt's chest as his cock fills me over and over, never-ending.