Chapter 11 #2
Beau answers before I can. “I’ve got her.” His voice is a growl wrapped in control, the kind of restraint that sounds like it’s costing him.
Simon’s eyes haven’t left her. He looks like a man reading a complicated chart only he understands, his expression narrowing with each pass of her scent through the air.
“This isn’t working. I’ve never seen a suppressant fail this hard… but—” He cuts himself off, his gaze flicking to me like he’s deciding if he wants to say the next words.
“But what?” I push, my voice sharper than I intend.
His eyes dart between us. “Knotting could help.”
Her breath stutters hard enough that her chest stalls for a second. “What does that mean? I mean, I have never… it has never… fuck!”
The innocence in her voice does something dangerous to me. “You’ve never what? Been knotted before?” I ask, already knowing the answer in the way her pupils widen, swallowing the color of her eyes.
She shakes her head once. “Never. I’ve only ever been with Betas.”
Possessiveness hits me like a sucker punch, fast and hot.
My voice drops as I lean in until my nose nearly brushes hers.
“Betas can’t do what we can. Alphas have this swelling at the base of the cock.
It locks us in place when we come. It’s mostly used in breeding, to ensure that once we arrive, the seed remains inside the Omega. Inside you.”
She swallows, eyes darting from me to Beau to Simon and back again. “Would it hurt?”
Simon’s palm glides down her arm, a steady counterpoint to the fever in the air. “Never,” he says, voice warm, firm. “We would never hurt you.”
And then he kisses her—not rushed or frantic, but thorough and claiming, until she’s making that same wrecked sound against his mouth. Her scent tightens in the air, curling sharper, denser, like every Alpha instinct in me is being wound on a spool about to snap.
Beau lifts his head from between her thighs just long enough to glance at me. “Levi should be the one to do it,” he says, with no hesitation. “I’m too wound up and would come as soon as I entered her.”
“Same!” Simon curses.
Heat roars through me, climbing up my spine until I feel it in my teeth. There’s no way I’m arguing with them about this. My need is so potent that I can feel it clawing under my skin.
I curse under my breath as I strip my shirt off, the cotton dragging over sweat-damp skin.
Her eyes follow the motion like she can’t help it, pupils huge, lips parting.
I can smell the spike in her want from here, the way her body’s begging without a word.
My hands drop slowly to my belt, giving her every chance to stop me.
She doesn’t. She bites her lip and nods.
“This okay?” I ask, locking my gaze on hers so there’s no mistaking the question.
Her nod is sharper this time, more desperate.
Her “yes” is barely out before I’m shoving my jeans down over my hips, the zipper loud in the thick air.
My cock springs free, heavy and flushed, the veins standing out in stiff, twisting ropes along the shaft.
I wrap a hand around myself, slow strokes from base to tip, working my length under her wide-eyed stare.
Her lips part, tongue wetting them, and I can feel the way her scent changes—hotter, sweeter—just from watching me touch myself.
“Eyes on me,” I murmur, and she does, tracking every motion of my hand. My thumb drags over the slick at my crown, smearing it down my length. The muscles in my forearm flex with the movement, and her hips shift restlessly on the bed.
Beside her, Beau peels his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before undoing his fly. He’s thick and flushed when he frees himself, and he catches her wrist, guiding her hand to wrap around him.
“Just like that,” he says, voice gravel-deep, watching her small fingers barely close around his girth. He hisses when she squeezes, her gaze darting between us like she’s drunk on the sight of both of us hard for her.
Simon’s still at her side, stroking her thigh with one hand while his other cups her breast, thumb sweeping lazily over a tight, flushed nipple.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against her ear. “Just let us take care of you.”
My pulse hammers as I climb onto the bed, bracing a knee beside her hip. She’s still touching Beau, still gasping when his hips flex into her palm, but her attention drags back to me as I settle between her legs.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” I ask, stroking myself once more before lining up.
She nods again, but I don’t move until I hear it. “Say it.”
“Please, Levi,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “I need you.”
That’s it—the last restraint gone.
I push in slowly, the slick heat of her wrapping around me inch by inch until my vision blurs. She’s tight, wetter than I can process, and the clench of her heat-swollen body is almost too much.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I grit out, leaning over her so my chest brushes hers.
Beau’s still got her hand on him, his cock dragging through her slick fingers as I bottom out. Simon leans down to kiss her again, swallowing the moan she makes when my hips settle flush against hers.
I’m deep inside her, my knot still soft at the base, and all I can think is that I’m not stopping until she’s wrung out and sated.
I keep myself buried to the hilt, just holding there, letting her feel every inch of me, letting myself feel the way she’s fluttering around my cock like she’s trying to pull me even deeper. Her chest rises against mine in quick, shallow breaths, the fever coming off her in waves.
Beau’s hand covers hers, helping her stroke him, his voice rough in her ear. “Feel how hard you’ve got me, sweetheart? That’s what you do to us.”
Simon’s mouth trails along her jaw, down her neck, tasting her skin. His free hand cups her breast again, rolling her nipple between skilled fingers, and she arches into it, her hips shifting restlessly beneath me.
That tiny movement makes me groan—because fuck, even the smallest grind around me feels like heaven.
“Levi,” she pants, her eyes glazed, mouth trembling like she can’t decide between a moan and a plea. “Move. Please.”
I do. A slow withdrawal until just the tip of me is inside her, then a deep, heavy thrust that drives my hips against hers. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the air, mixing with the low grunts and curses from all three of us.
Her head tips back, exposing the smooth line of her throat, and I have to fight the urge to bite down and claim her right there.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” I growl, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced beside her head. “Made for me, weren’t you?”
She whimpers, squeezing Beau tighter in her hand, her other arm reaching blindly for Simon. He catches her wrist, guiding it to the front of his jeans, and the moment she feels him hard beneath the denim, she lets out a soft, broken sound that makes all three of us tense.
Beau shifts down, his mouth finding the inside of her knee, kissing his way upward until he’s right where I’m pushing into her. His tongue drags over her clit, the sensation making her buck against both of us.
The combination is lethal—my cock deep inside her, Beau’s mouth working her, Simon’s fingers teasing her nipples until she’s panting like she can’t get enough air.
“You’re gonna come,” I tell her, my voice low, dirty. “You’re gonna soak my cock while Beau’s tongue is on you, and you’re gonna let us keep going until you can’t move.”
Her answer is a strangled moan that tightens every muscle in my body. I thrust harder, deeper, the pace picking up as Beau sucks on her clit, and Simon leans down to claim her mouth in a hard, filthy kiss.
She’s clinging to all of us now—her nails in my shoulders, her fingers squeezing Beau, her body writhing under Simon’s steady grip.
The first climax rips through her, her inner muscles clamping down around me so hard it makes my vision white out. I groan, pushing deep and holding there, grinding against her as she trembles and gasps into Simon’s mouth.
But it’s not over—not even close. I can feel my knot beginning to swell, the instinct clawing up my spine.
I adjust my hips, one hand cupping her jaw so she’s looking right at me. “I’m gonna knot you, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up and lock us together until your body stops screaming at you. You understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please, Levi…”
That’s all I need. I brace both hands on the bed and start thrusting again—deep, powerful strokes that drive me into her repeatedly until my knot is swelling thick at the base.
Her body grips me greedily, slick and scorching hot, and she’s moaning my name now, high and broken, with every push inside her.
Beau leans in from the side, brushing his lips against hers while he guides her hand back to his cock, letting her stroke him in time with my thrusts. Simon’s at her other side, his fingers tugging at her nipple while his free hand cups the side of her neck.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Taking all of us, needing all of us.”
She gasps, arching hard under the three of us, her heat scent peaking so sharply it’s dizzying. My knot presses against her entrance with each thrust, stretching her just a little more until, with one deep push, it pops inside.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, the sudden fullness making her shake. “Oh—oh my god—”
“That’s it,” I growl, holding her flush to me as my knot swells, locking us together. “You’re mine now. Can’t go anywhere until I’m done filling you.”
The first pulse of release rips through me, and I swear loud and long as I spill inside her, the heat of it making her moan like she’s coming again. She’s grinding against me even as she clenches, writhing between Simon’s and Beau’s touches, her body milking me for every drop.
I keep her close, murmuring filth in her ear as she shudders through the aftershocks. “That’s it, take it all. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
Even knotted and spent, she’s still warm, still pliant, still smelling like the only thing I’ll ever want. And I know—none of us is walking away from this untouched.