12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Isadora
S ven swallowed the lump in his throat. For a moment, I thought he was going to laugh at me. It wouldn’t be crazy for someone like him to just laugh at this ridiculous request, but after a long pause, his hand moved to his pajamas, and while his eyes were lasered on mine, Sven took his cock out.
I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding inside my chest when I allowed myself to look down. I didn’t want to stare, but I wanted to look at him. I had to look.
Sven was big, of course he was. He was the tallest of the three, and while he wasn’t built like a brick house like Anders, he was packing serious heat under his fancy doctor outfit. He fisted his cock, eyes on me as he tugged up and down until the vein on his neck strained.
“Hold her.”
It wasn’t directed to me but to Per over my shoulder. I wanted to argue I didn’t need to be held back. I wasn’t an animal after all. But Per’s strong hands pulled my back to his chest, and I let myself rest in his warmth.
Legs parted, eyes on Sven, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Not now and definitely not once this was done. The heat was clouding my head. I couldn’t think beyond my need for them.
Heat uncurled from the pit of my stomach through my body in tidal waves, taking my sanity hostage. I wanted to scream and devour them three, and only then could I be satisfied.
Sven moved closer. His strong body hovered over mine, and before I could ask what happened next, his tip traced the seam of my body, spreading my arousal everywhere. I shook within myself, emotions that I couldn’t express in Swiss exploded inside me, and I just started cursing in Portuguese.
“Minha nossa senhora…”
Surprise flashed in Sven’s eyes, as if for a second he forgot who I was and where I came from. I bit down my lip, waiting to see if he was going to change his mind and leave me wanting, but he didn’t. He pushed into me.
“Oh god,” I groaned, throwing my head back into Per’s chest.
Sven grunted over, “You’re so tight.”
It wasn’t a complaint. I could tell as he stretched me that he was on the edge of a climax, and he was barely in. It burned at first, as if my skin was ready to rip, and I tensed, but Sven started moving slowly, and pleasure rolled over me at every thrust.
Per’s raggedy breath was in my ear, his stiff cock carving on my back while his friend entered me, pumping inside with his own grunts and groans over my head.
They were over me, on me, and in me. What a way to lose my virginity.
My legs hooked around Sven, the burning long gone, giving space to never-ending desire. With every pump of his cock, Sven undid me, destroyed me. The Isadora I used to be didn’t exist anymore, and I was being built again as an omega.
Per’s palm traced my cheek, and I looked up at him, wishing I could reach behind my back and take his cock in my hand. It was the most perverted thought yet bloomed like a flower from my chest.
“Are you ready?” Sven asked.
I looked back at him, and before I could make sense of what he was asking, something much larger than his cock started trying to push in, stretching me more than was humanly possible.
What the hell?
“What’s that?” I panicked.
He stopped, confusion stamped on his face. “My knot.”
The word came out rasped, but I wasn’t mistaken. That was exactly what he said. I blinked at him. “Your what?”
Sven pulled out at once with a shameful squelching sound. I wanted to whine and ask him to stay in, but not if he was trying to stuff something huge that didn’t seem to fit. He was already big, for god’s sake.
Per’s hold on me eased, and I sat up, my eyes on Sven right when he looked down at his cock and saw the blood. His eyes snapped to me.
“Are you a virgin?”
I shrugged and tipped my chin up as if I didn’t care that I just lost my virginity to my dad’s friend. “And?”
“And?” Sven scoffed, but he couldn’t say anything to justify why he was looking at me that way.
I wasn’t saving myself for someone special if that was what he was getting at.
Between grieving Mom and Dad getting sick, I didn’t have time to care about anyone else.
I liked the idea of having someone, sure.
I kissed enough people to know I liked to kiss them, but I didn’t want to start a relationship when I had so much baggage.
“What were you trying to put inside me?” I changed the subject quickly. “What kind of kink do you have?”
But this heat was powerful because even as I said those words, I felt myself get hot and my nipples pebbled under the thin fabric of my pajamas. It felt foreign and wild when he pressed inside me, but I wanted to do it. I wanted to take whatever he had for me.
“My knot!” he said again with rage this time. “Don’t you fucking know?”
He looked down at his cock, and I followed his gaze, my eyes doubling in size when I noticed right at the base his own skin stretched in a bulbous protuberance.
What in the science fiction hell is this?
“Karl never talked to you about an alpha’s anatomy?” Per asked.
I blinked several times and broke eye contact with Sven’s monster dick and knot. “No, I never sat down with Dad and asked if his friends had weird dicks or not.”
Per smiled, seeming undisturbed by my reaction. I could barely form appropriate words to express my thoughts because the heat was once again grabbing me by the throat, and all I wanted was to accept the knot and not ask many questions.
“No one has a weird dick,” Sven grunted, and I arched an eyebrow, as if I didn't believe his words.
“Alphas have a knot at the base. That’s what you crave during your heat,” Per explained, his eyes on me while he ignored the tent under his pajamas.
“Let me see yours,” I asked, licking my lips.
I turned from Sven, sitting on my knees between Per’s stretched legs. It wasn’t just curiosity of course. I wanted that dick since it was carving on my back, clearly asking for attention.
Per’s eyes darted from mine to my lips and back again, but he didn’t move a muscle to remove his pajamas.
Instead, he sat up and reached me with a gentle touch, his warm palm curving to my cheek, and everything in me rebelled against it.
I hated the way he looked at me and the softness of his eyes.
I hated that he was obviously caring, and I was too broken and jaded to receive anything like that.
I jerked from his touch, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. The next moment, I was off the bed, looking everywhere but at the two of them. I couldn’t face Sven with my blood on his dick or Per, who looked like he was about to be nice to me instead of showing me his cock or forcing me to suck it.
Jesus. The thought shook me from head to toe, and I ran away from there. I wished I had walked, that I had done something less pathetic, but I ran downstairs, naked from my waist down, when my pajamas barely covered my pussy, and I only stopped when I arrived at the dark kitchen.
The marble felt good under my palms as I leaned over with my head cast down. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Was it Per’s nice smile that triggered me? Was it the idea of a knot? Was it all the above?
I couldn’t say, but my heart was racing, my head was swimming, and I wanted to cry.
“Feeling better?” A voice cut through my meltdown, and I looked up to find Anders watching me from the door.