Chapter 42 - Bridget
I had been right. This heat was different.
It was simultaneously the most unpleasant and the most pleasurable experience of my life.
The next time I woke, the cramping had returned stronger than ever. And I felt like I might turn to ash at any moment.
“We need to get her in the bath. Now,” a voice said. Nathan. I moaned and moved blindly towards the sound. My eyes couldn’t seem to open.
His arms around me, his citrusy scent. His skin was so deliciously cool. When he stood, with me cradled in his arms, I felt weightless. I nuzzled into his throat and burrowed into where his scent was strongest.
The shock of cool water. I opened my eyes.
Nathan was there. He looked concerned, but he managed a quick smile. “There you are,” he said.
My brain felt fuzzy and slow. “I’m hot,” I managed to say. My tongue was thick in my mouth.
“This will help,” he said, stirring the water in the bath with his hand. “Drink some water, too.”
I took a few sips from the bottle he offered me before a stronger cramp hit. I gritted my teeth, and Nathan brushed his hand along my jaw. “This is not fun,” I said.
Nathan studied me for a moment. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
He was already shirtless and quickly shucked off his underwear. The sight of his hard cock, even longer than Andrew’s, made my mouth dry again. I let him step into the tub behind me, then settled against his chest with a sigh. His cock tucked against my bottom, hard and insistent.
He used his hands to drip cool water onto my hair. The drops trickling down my scalp made me shiver.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked softly in my ear. “It will help with the pain.”
I nodded. Words were beyond me. My eyes had drifted shut again.
Under the water, Nathan’s hand ghosted from my knee to my thigh, then to where I was aching and sore. An echo of the feeling of Andrew’s knot inside me sent a bolt of pleasure to my clit, just as Nathan’s fingers brushed against it with whisper softness.
“Harder,” I said. I didn’t want anything soft from him. He inhaled sharply. I felt his cock flex against me.
“Of course, princess,” he said, and stroked me properly, circling my clit with firm pressure. It was so good that I forgot to be annoyed at the nickname.
Relief flooded my limbs, and the cramping faded. I bucked against his hand. “Yes,” I said.
“Is this what you need?” he asked in a low voice.
I responded with an embarrassingly loud moan.
“I think you need something else,” he said, and teased a finger against my slit. I gasped for breath.
He was right. I needed him to knot me immediately.
“Do you want me to fuck you, princess?”
My breath was coming faster. “Oh god. Yes.”
“Come for me first,” he growled. He pulled me tighter against his chest and used one hand to pinch my nipple while he rubbed my clit faster, flicking across it in sharp strokes until I came apart at the seams.
My cries rang through the small bathroom, echoing across the tiles. Nathan growled again and pinched my nipple harder.
“Please,” I gasped as soon as I caught my breath. I felt empty. “I need you.”
“Not in here.” He stepped out of the tub, sloshing water onto the floor, and lifted me out like I weighed nothing. He didn’t bother with a towel, just carried me back into the main part of the nest.
Andrew and Gabriel were waiting for us, propped against the headboard with a sheet pulled to their waists. Andrew sat behind Gabriel, both of their eyes glazed and hot with desire.
There was movement under the sheet. Andrew was stroking Gabriel’s cock with deliberate slowness, teasing him. As I watched, Gabriel exhaled a rapid stream of Italian and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck. My legs clenched reflexively around Nathan’s waist.
Nathan saw my reaction. “Do you want to watch them, princess?” he asked in my ear, as if it were a secret between us. I bit my lip and nodded.
He deposited me onto the bed, on my stomach. “Hands and knees.”
I complied, and it gave me the perfect view of Gabriel’s sweet torture, even if it felt incredibly vulnerable.
“Listening to you come made him hard,” Andrew said with a lazy smile. He flicked the sheet down and exposed where his hand loosely circled Gabriel’s cock. “I think watching you is going to make him cum all over my hand.”
“Oh, god,” I whimpered.
“I will die, amore,” Gabriel said breathlessly. Andrew brushed over the tip of his cock and he arched his back with a groan, his eyes never leaving mine.
Nathan’s hand slid from my hip, up my waist and over my ribs, to the base of my neck. He gathered my damp hair there in one of his fists and tugged gently. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. I’d never felt this vulnerable. His weight pressed against my back briefly.
“They’re going to watch me knot you,” Nathan growled in my ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I met Andrew’s eyes. Wild excitement, like the feeling of a freefall, made my stomach flip even as my skin heated again. My pussy clenched on nothing, desperate to be filled.
Nathan leaned back and started with his finger. He slid it slowly inside, and I whined in relief as he added a second, twisting them inside my entrance where his knot would lock. He pulled my hair, a tug that sent a flash of pleasure through me without actually hurting.
Andrew kept his light grip on Gabriel, never giving him enough friction. When I started to pant, his other hand went to Gabriel’s balls, tugging gently until Gabriel arched in his arms again.
“Are you ready?” Nathan asked, his voice slightly unsteady. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Please,” I begged.
He pulled his fingers out. I couldn’t resist turning to look at where he stood behind me. He used the slick from his hand to coat his cock. His knot was already swelling, and my pussy fluttered at the sight.
“Watch them, princess,” Nathan said, tugging my hair until I had to face forward again.
Gabriel had kicked the sheet fully down.
Andrew was only touching his balls now, his other hand gripping his thigh to pull his legs further apart.
Gabriel’s arms were around Andrew’s neck, as if to keep himself from gripping his own cock.
I saw a bead of pre-cum trickle down his shaft.
“Carissima, you are so beautiful,” he said, gasping, as Andrew’s fingers delved further back.
Nathan slid into me quickly, one smooth thrust that stole my breath, and we cried out together at the sensation. He pulled all the way out, then pushed back in, long strokes that pushed my knees across the mattress. “Touch your clit,” he ordered.
I was so swollen and sensitive that even a light touch sent a shudder through my legs. “Please, Nathan,” I said. I was so close to the edge already.
Andrew took Gabriel’s cock in his hand again. Gabriel groaned as he finally gave him the pressure he wanted. Nathan picked up his pace, too, sending a jolt through me each time he pushed forward.
A haze was descending over my vision. My inner Omega was taking over. I needed a knot, now.
“Alpha, please,” I whined. I stroked my clit faster, matching Andrew’s speed on Gabriel’s cock, but the arm supporting me felt like it might give out any second.
Gabriel was losing control. His hips bucked and his back arched and he came, finally, his cum spurting from Andrew’s fist. My body pulsed in response.
“Oh, fuck,” Nathan said and slammed his knot home.
I was sent out of my body, into another plane of existence where there was only pleasure, but this time it wasn’t enough. Even as I came, screaming, around Nathan’s knot, even as I felt his cock jerking inside me, it wasn’t enough.
“Bite,” I yelled, my throat hoarse. My arms were shaking with the effort of holding myself up. “Bite, Alpha.”
Nathan’s mouth at my throat, his lips over the pulse of my blood. A scrape of teeth against my skin. But he didn’t bite. Instead, his fingers found my clit and stroked, wrenching another wave of release from me.
“Bite, Alpha,” I sobbed. Didn’t he understand? “Please. Please bite, Alpha.”
One heartbeat, and then pain.
Nathan’s teeth sank into the skin of my neck, and it hurt, but only for the space of another heartbeat. Then I was shuddering as another orgasm gripped me. My arms finally gave out, but Nathan held me, lapping at the mark he’d made on my neck.
At first, all I felt was the relief of an overwhelming desire being sated. I sobbed again, and Nathan was holding me, whispering comfort in my ear.
But then, inside my chest, something unfurled, strange and almost uncomfortable. I felt a moment of fear as my soul adjusted to the addition. It felt solid, an immovable force of will, and it was so clearly Nathan that my fear immediately turned to joy.
Joy reflected back at me, a mirror of my own but different enough to identify as Nathan’s. He was as blissfully happy as I was, as struck with wonder.
He eased us onto the bed. We were still locked together. The scientist in me clamored for an explanation, even as I tested the new boundaries of our bond. It felt like a tether. There were no words. Just impressions.
And god, did he love me. The depth of it, like a vast ocean, waited to fill me to the brim.
I wanted to stay awake and explore more of this new, uncharted territory, but my body was spent. “Love you,” I mumbled before slipping away.
The time passed in hazy images: Gabriel bathing me again when my skin felt like fire, Andrew coaxing me to drink water and eat something, and Nathan, always Nathan, there even when I couldn’t see him, sending reassurance that they would care for me.
“Will it always be like this?” I croaked during what Gabriel said was the second day.
He perched on the edge of the tub as I sat in waist-deep cool water, a cold pack on the back of my neck.
Andrew and Nathan were sleeping. I was achy rather than crampy, and more lucid than I had been in a while, but it felt like a reprieve rather than an end.
Tears stung my eyes. “I can’t do this every three months,” I said. My weariness was bone deep.