21. Chapter Twenty-One #2
The release doesn’t peak and ebb away. It goes on and on, rolling through me in long, pulsing waves, dragging sounds from my throat that blur into moans and sobs.
My limbs move without my permission as my cunt clenches around him, and Knox keeps thrusting me through it, praising me in a voice I feel more than hear.
By the time the intensity eases, I’m boneless beneath him.
When I open my eyes again, green eyes stare down at me.
Huh.
My thoughts move slowly.
I could have sworn Knox was inside me.
Viper’s mouth curves above mine, and his voice is so low my body clenches before my mind catches up.
"Pretty girl, you feel so good. You want this knot? You want my big, fat knot in this pretty little pussy?"
His knot catches at my entrance, stretching me wider.
"Yes, please, Alpha," I whine. "Knot me."
I should care that my mind has missed the change between one Alpha and the next and that I keep losing time and can’t remember Knox pulling out or Viper driving into me.
I don’t.
I’m drunk on heat and pheromones, and every Pack member in this nest belongs to me. If one of them is inside me and giving my body what it needs, then the world is right.
Viper pushes his knot into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my body takes the stretch. It goes slowly, inch by inch, while he murmurs to me in that low, focused voice, telling me how beautiful I am, how well I’m taking him, how much he loves feeling me clench around him.
The pressure builds until I think I can’t take another breath.
Then his knot locks inside me, right against my O-spot, and heavy, consuming pleasure rushes through me.
I lose time again.
When I come back, I’m breathing hard, my lungs working in fast, shallow pulls. My hands flex above my head, and I realize they’re trapped there in someone’s grip.
When did that happen?
The hand around my wrists tightens, just a little, drawing my attention upward.
Pale eyes look down at me. A boyish face hovers above mine, pulled into an expression I can’t read. Maybe a snarl. Maybe a grin.
My mind can’t hold the details.
He is one of mine. That is all I need to know.
"Alpha," I slur, lifting my hips toward the cock driving into me. "Please give me more. Knot me, please."
"As you wish, Sparkles." His voice is bright with dark amusement. "Do you know how many knots you’ve taken so far? I don’t think you do. All come-drunk and knot-dazed, aren’t ya?"
I hum and nod because agreeing seems important. I’ll agree to anything if it gets me the knot my body craves.
He laughs, and it makes me shudder. Dark delight and adoration roughen his laugh, and I can hear how completely ruined he is.
He moves with deep, merciless strokes, his hips slapping against mine while his hands keep me where he wants me. His mouth brushes mine when as says, "Say my name, and I’ll give you my knot."
I whimper, forcing my eyes to focus. That’s unfair. I’m in heat. I’m feverish, slick-drenched, and losing time while my Pack passes me from one knot to the next. My mind isn't working. He could show a little mercy.
His grin widens.
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me who’s fucking you right now."
That glint in his eyes gives him away.
"Screw you, Blaze," I breathe, trying to sound defiant while my body rocks into every thrust. "I want Blaise to knot me instead."
He throws his head back and barks with laughter.
I don’t join him.
"If you’re going to keep running your mouth instead of fucking me properly…"
I buck my hips and slide my fingers to my clit because if he’s going to tease me, I’m perfectly willing to help myself.
I don’t finish the threat.
His hips drive forward once, twice, and then he grinds down with devastating precision. His cock rubs exactly where I need it, and my mouth falls open around a broken sound.
I can’t breathe right.
I can’t think.
I can’t remember why I was annoyed.
"You were saying, Sparkles?" he asks, smug and breathless above me.
I don’t care that he’s being impossible. I arch into him, chasing every bit of friction he gives me. The need builds fast, turning my moans rough and frantic as his knot begins to swell at my entrance.
"There it is," he murmurs. "That’s what you wanted."
"Yes, please," I gasp. "Please, Blaze."
The name leaves me as the knot starts to breach me, and his control breaks with it.
I lose track of time again.
I don’t know whether he knots me there, whether I come when he fills me, or whether someone kisses my forehead while I shake through it. I know there is heat and praise, hands stroking my hair, a mouth at my gland, and a voice telling me I’m safe.
Then I’m on my belly.
My cheek is pressed into a damp pillow, my mouth open against the fabric, and the thin, desperate whining sound in the room is coming from me.
A body covers mine. A cock moves inside me with fast, urgent strokes, and whoever has me is close to finishing. I feel it in the tension of his body, in the hand tangled in my hair, in the rough grunts he gives with every thrust.
He holds me down and makes me take him.
I try to listen and sort scent from sound, weight from rhythm, Alpha from Alpha, but I can't name him. I shiver and clench and climb toward a release I didn’t realize was building.
My voice is nearly gone. My moans come out rough and thin against the pillow.
I’m an Omega being fucked by her mate.
His name doesn’t matter right now.
I love all of them.
They all make me feel good.
My Pack has me.
I go limp beneath him as his knot swells and presses against my entrance. He works it into me with careful force, one hand gripping my hip while the other strokes down my side. My body resists for a breath, then yields, opening around him as incoherent sounds spill from my lips.
Multiple voices rise around me.
"Good girl."
"You’re beautiful."
"Doing so well for us."
The praise wraps around me while he gives one final push. His knot slides fully inside, and the air leaves my lungs as his cock pulses deep, filling me in heavy bursts.
"Take it, Omega," my Alpha says through clenched teeth. "Take my seed. Take all of it."
I come again.
The release that pulls me under is long and overwhelming, and I can’t tell where one wave ends and the next begins. My body clenches around the swollen knot, milking him while my thighs tremble and my fingers twist in the bedding.
Black spots gather at the edges of my vision.
When I come back, I’m on my back.
There is another cock inside me.
Another knot is locked deep.
Another Alpha fills me while my body ripples around him, desperate for every pulse of come. I want it all. I want to be full, claimed, held down, and cherished until the fever stops clawing at me.
I’m still coming.
It keeps going past pleasure, past thought, past anything I know how to name. Tears slide down my cheeks and into the damp pillow beneath my head. My mouth opens on a sound that never fully escapes.
I’m never satisfied.
I’m overstimulated.
I’m safe.
That truth reaches me through the heat with perfect clarity. However far gone I become, whatever time I lose, I’m safe in the hands of my Pack.
A thumb wipes beneath my eye. Someone kisses my temple. Someone else murmurs that I’m doing beautifully, that they have me, that I can rest soon.
The words stay with me as I drift.
I let myself sleep with their scent, their praise, and the heavy comfort of my Pack around me.