Chapter 40 Sedona
CHAPTER FORTY
Sedona
I wake up to the scent of pine, leather, and musk. It’s a wall of Alpha pheromones, thick enough to taste.
I open my eyes. The room is dim. The curtains are drawn tight, blocking out the most of the light.
I’m naked. A thin sheet is draped over my hips, sticking to the sweat on my skin. My body feels like it has been wrung out.
My muscles ache. My core feels hollow, yet full at the same time.
I shift, and the sheet slides down. I look around.
They’re all there.
Seth is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back against the headboard. He’s reading a book, his glasses perched on his nose.
He looks calm, but his leg is bouncing.
Tex is on the floor, leaning against the wall. He’s sharpening a knife with a whetstone, and the scraping sound is rhythmic. Soothing.
Billy’s in the chair by the window. He’s staring at me, his blue-gray eyes intense. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
I swallow. My throat is parched.
“What time is it?” I croak.
Seth looks up from his book. “Four in the afternoon.”
“Tuesday?”
“No. Wednesday.”
I groan, pressing a hand to my forehead. My skin feels cool and clammy; the fever has broken for now.
“I feel like I’m dying,” I whisper.
Tex stops sharpening the knife and looks at me. “You were running a fever. It spiked at one-oh-four last night. We’ve been doing what Maggie said—cold patches, ice baths, hydration.”
“We couldn’t get it down for a while,” Seth adds, setting his book aside. “We were worried.”
Billy stands and walks to the side of the bed, scanning my face. “I know you’re hurting. I know you’re horny, and that you can barely think right now.”
My breath hitches. He’s right. The fire is banked, but the embers are still glowing, and the emptiness in my belly is already starting to ache again.
“But you need to tell us what you need,” Billy says. “We can’t guess. We’re not mind readers, and we’re not going to do anything you don’t want.”
I look at him, then at Seth, then at Tex. They’re waiting, patient and hard. I can smell their arousal filling the room, mixing with the scent of my own slick, but they’re holding back for me.
“I need...” I start, trailing off as shame flushes through me and heat rises in my cheeks.
“Tell us,” Tex says. He moves closer, kneels by the bed, and takes my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles.
“I need you,” I whisper. “All of you. It hurts when you’re not... when you’re not inside.”
The fire starts in my belly—not a slow burn this time, but an explosion. One second, I’m lying there, coherent and talking, and the next, a cramp hits me, doubling me over.
I clutch the sheet, gasping. It hurts. God, it hurts. The emptiness is a physical ache, a hollowing-out of my insides that makes me want to scream.
“Hey,” Billy says, instantly there with a hand on my forehead. “Look at me.”
I try, but my eyes won’t focus; the room is a blur of shapes and shadows.
“Sedona,” Seth says from my other side. His voice is calm, but I can hear the strain. “Tell us.”
“I need...” I pant, rolling onto my back as my legs fall open. It’s instinct—presentation. My body is begging. “Please. I can’t... I need it to stop.”
Tex moves to the end of the bed and grips my ankles, looking at Billy. “Now?” he asks.
Billy nods. “Now.”
The air in the room shifts. The hesitation and careful nursing evaporate, replaced by the scent of Alpha rut. It coats my tongue and makes my mouth water.
Billy strips without wasting time, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his jeans in one motion. His cock stands proud, jutting out from a nest of dark hair, the head swollen and leaking.
He climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. The hair on his legs scratches against my sensitive skin, making me shiver.
“Look at me,” he commands again.
I force my eyes to meet his.
“I’m going to take the edge off,” he says. “Then we’re going to take care of you. All of us.”
He lines himself up and doesn’t wait, thrusting in deep.
I scream. He’s big, filling me completely and stretching the walls of my pussy until they burn. But the pain is a relief; it scratches the itch that has been driving me insane.
He starts to move, not starting slow but pounding into me. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep until the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So tight. So wet.”
I am wet. I can feel the slick gushing out of me, coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets. It’s obscene, messy, and perfect.
My hips rise to meet him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles to pull him deeper.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More. Harder.”
He leans down and captures my mouth in a bruising kiss, biting my lip. He tastes like coffee. I feel the bed dip beside me—Seth.
He’s naked too, kneeling by my head. His cock is different from Billy’s: slightly thinner, but long. It bobs near my cheek.
I turn my head, and I don’t need to be asked. I open my mouth and lick the tip; the pre-cum is salty on my tongue.
Seth shudders, threads his fingers through my hair, and guides himself into my mouth. “Suck,” he whispers.
I do, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can while using my hand to stroke the base. We move in a rhythm; Billy fucks my pussy while Seth fucks my mouth.
I’m full. I’m finally full. But it’s not enough. The fire is still burning.
I feel hands on my breasts—rougher. Tex’s. He leans over my chest, takes a nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
I moan around Seth’s cock as Tex’s hand slides down my stomach to find my clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.
I come. It hits me like a freight train. My body bows off the mattress, my walls clench around Billy, and my vision whites out.
I scream, but it’s muffled by Seth. Billy doesn’t stop; he fucks me through the orgasm, chasing his own release.
“I’m going to knot,” he growls. “Take it.”
I close my eyes and scream, but he slaps my cheek—not hard, just enough to bring me back.
“Look at me, Omega.”
“I can’t... it’s too much...”
“You’ll take it,” he growls, rubbing at the tears sliding down my cheeks before leaning in to kiss me. The base of his cock swells, stretching me wider. “I want to knot you, love.”
“Do it!” I beg.
He cups my cheek and kisses me again.
“That would be selfish. I want them to feel how good it feels to have you milking their cocks.” He pulls out, leaving just his tip inside me, his balls massaging me as he rocks. “Fuck! You feel so good, Sedona.”
I want to respond, but it’s cut off by the growl he lets out before throwing his head back. Then Billy comes, spilling his seed deep inside my womb.
I feel the pulse of it, the heat of it. It goes on and on before he finally collapses on top of me. He is heavy, but I don’t even care.
He came inside me. That was so fucking hot.
“You okay?” he pants.
Seth slides his leaking cock back between my lips, and Tex is still rubbing my clit. The fire doesn’t go out; it just shifts.
“More,” I gasp, pulling off Seth’s cock. “I need more.”
Billy pulls out with a wet pop, and his cum and my slick gush out of me. I feel empty again.
“Turn over,” Seth says.
I scramble to obey, getting on my hands and knees. The mattress is damp beneath my palms.
Seth moves behind me, grips my hips, and lines himself up. He slides in, and I moan. The angle is different; he hits a spot that makes my toes curl.
“You feel so good,” Seth says. He starts to move, slower than Billy, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in and grinding his hips against my ass.
Tex appears in front of me, naked now too. His cock is thick, the head a dark purple. He cups my chin. “Open,” he says.
I open my mouth, and he slides in. I’m sandwiched between them—Seth in my pussy, Tex in my mouth—while Billy watches from the side, stroking himself back to hardness.
They move, Seth setting the pace from behind. His thrusts push me forward onto Tex’s cock. I’m a vessel, a receptacle, nothing but sensation.
My arms give out, and my face falls into the mattress. Tex adjusts, kneeling beside me and feeding me his cock from the side. Seth leans forward, draping his chest over my back to whisper in my ear.
“You’re doing so good,” he says. “Taking us so well.”
His hand snakes around my hip to find my clit again, and I come once more. This time, I see stars and gasp for air.
Seth groans, thrusts deep, and knots me. The lock is tight, and he holds still, pulsing inside me. Tex pulls out of my mouth and pumps his own shaft.
“Where?” he asks, his voice strained.
“On her,” Billy says. “Mark her.”
Tex aims at my back and roars. Ropes of white cum stripe my skin, warm and filthy. Seth follows me down, careful not to crush me.
We’re tied. But the fire is still there, and Billy is hard again.
Time loses meaning. The sun goes down, and the moon comes up. The room is a haze of sweat and sex, and they take turns.
Billy takes me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he bounces me on his cock and bites my shoulder until I bleed.
Tex takes me on the floor, bending me over the edge of the bed, spanking my ass until it is red and calling me his “good girl.”
Seth takes me in the bathtub, surrounded by lukewarm water. He holds me in his lap, lifting me up and down, kissing my neck—gentle even when he is rough.
I come. And come. And come.
My body is a live wire. Every touch sends sparks through my nervous system.
I lose count of how many times I orgasm. I lose count of how many times they knot me.
I’m filled with cum. It leaks out of me constantly. It coats my thighs. It stains the sheets.
I’m thirsty. Someone holds a glass of water to my lips. I drink.
I’m hungry. Someone feeds me a piece of toast. I chew mechanically. But all I can think about is the next thrust, the next bite, the next knot.
At some point, I black out. It isn’t from pain, but from pleasure. My brain short-circuits, unable to process the intensity anymore.
I wake up to darkness, sandwiched between two bodies. I feel a hand on my hip, a leg thrown over mine. Someone is inside me—not moving, just there. I shift my hips, and a groan sounds from behind me.
It’s Billy. He’s half-hard, nestled in my slick folds.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs against my hair. “We’ve got you.”
But the fire licks at my spine.
“No,” I whisper, pushing my hips back until I feel him slide inside. “More.”
He growls, his arm tightening around my waist. “Insatiable,” he mutters, starting to move.
I feel movement on the other side of me—Tex. He’s watching us in the dark, his hand sliding down my stomach to cup my mound.
“Ready for round... whatever?” he asks.
I nod. I’m always ready.
The days blur. There is no morning, no night; there is only the bed, the bodies, and the heat.
I’m washed with cool cloths and dried with towels. I’m fucked until I’m raw. I scream until I have no voice. I’m never alone.
There’s always a hand on me. A mouth. A cock.
I become addicted to the feeling of them inside me. When Billy pulls out, I panic; the emptiness is a physical pain.
“Shh,” Seth soothes, sliding into his place. “I’m here.”
When Seth finishes, Tex is there—ready and waiting. They work as a unit, passing me around like a precious doll.
They talk to each other over my head, coordinating and sharing. They don’t ask for permission; they just take. And I give. I give everything.
I am drowning in them. I am suffocating in their scent. I am buried under their weight, and I never want to come up for air.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know this is temporary. I know the heat will break eventually. But I can’t imagine a world where I don’t have this, where I don’t have them.
I don’t want to imagine it.
I close my eyes and let the wave crash over me.
“Please,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” Billy says.
“Ours,” Tex growls.
“Forever,” Seth whispers.
And I believe them.
The blackness takes me again, but I’m not afraid. I am exactly where I belong.