Chapter 10
Ten
Arkan
I wake to the smell of slick and desperate need, and I know immediately what’s happening.
Our omega’s first heat since being claimed.
Fuck me.
Hilda is whimpering beside me, her body burning up, already soaked with sweat and arousal. She’s grinding against Callum in her sleep, seeking friction, seeking relief.
“Fuck,” Callum groans, waking. “Is she…”
“Heat,” I confirm, already hard. “Her first real heat with us.”
Baylin stirs on her other side, inhaling deeply. His eyes snap open, blown wide with lust.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Ours,” I correct, though my wolf is screaming the same thing.
Hilda’s eyes flutter open. They’re glazed, unfocused, pupils blown. Then clarity hits and she recoils.
“No.” Her voice is hoarse. “No, I don’t…I can’t…”
“Shh, we’ve got you.” Callum reaches for her and she scrambles back.
“Don’t touch me!” She’s panting, pressing herself against the headboard. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to need you like this.”
But even as she says it, her thighs are clenching together. Slick is pouring down her legs. Her scent is screaming for us.
“Your body disagrees, omega,” I observe, moving closer.
She tries to slap my hand away but she’s weak, shaking. “I hate this. I hate that I can’t…that I need…”
“Need us,” Baylin finishes, grabbing her ankle.
She kicks at him. “Let me go!”
“No.” Callum positions himself in front of her. “You’re in heat. You need your alphas. We’re going to take care of you whether you fight us or not.”
“I don’t want to be taken care of!” She’s sobbing now, fighting even as her body betrays her. “I don’t want to be this…this desperate, needy thing who…”
Callum grabs her wrists, pins them above her head. “Too bad. You’re ours. And we take care of what’s ours.”
He slides his cock through her folds and she keens…half protest, half desperate need.
“Please don’t,” she whimpers even as her hips roll toward him. “I can’t…”
“You can.” He pushes inside in one brutal thrust and she screams. “You will.”
I watch her face as Callum starts fucking her. She’s crying, fighting against his hold on her wrists, but her body is arching to meet every thrust.
“I hate you,” she sobs.
“Liar,” I say, moving behind her. “You hate that you fucking love this.”
“More,” she gasps, contradicting herself. “I need more…all of you…fuck…”
“Greedy omega,” I growl, positioning myself at her ass.
“I don’t want…” She cuts off with a sob as I start pushing in. “Oh God, it’s too much…”
“It’s exactly enough.” I work myself inside her slowly, feeling Callum through the thin wall between us. She feels like fucking heaven.
When I’m fully seated, both of us inside her, she’s sobbing.
“I can’t…I’m so full…please…”
“Please what?” Baylin moves to her head, his cock already in hand. “Please stop? Please more?”
“I don’t know!” She’s thrashing between us, fighting and yielding all at once. “I don’t know what I want!”
“Yes you do.” Baylin grabs her hair, forces her to look at him. “Open your mouth, omega. Take your alpha.”
“No…”
He pushes in anyway and her protests dissolve into muffled moans.
We fuck her together…brutal, relentless, giving her no mercy. She’s completely filled by her pack, helpless, and she’s fighting it even as she comes apart.
Hilda comes within minutes, clenching around us, but the heat doesn’t let her rest. It just builds again immediately.
“That’s it,” Callum pants. “Come for us. Your body knows what it needs even if you won’t admit it.”
Hours blur together. We take turns…one of us inside her while the others recover.
“Stop…Oh, don’t stop…I hate this…more…”
“Make up your mind, omega,” I tease, edging her. Bringing her right to the brink then stopping.
“Asshole!” She’s sobbing from frustration. “Please let me come…”
“Fucking beg for it,” I demand.
“I want…” She’s shaking, desperate. “I want you to fuck me. I want your knots. I want…” She breaks off.
“Keep going,” Callum rumbles darkly. “What else do you want?”
“I want you to breed me,” she whispers, and then louder: “I want your pups. I want to be full of you. I want…oh God…”
Baylin nuzzles her throat. “Your omega knows what she needs.”
But she keeps fighting. Even as we knot her over and over. Even as we pump her full of cum. Even as she begs for more.
“Life’s not fair, little queen.” I grab her chin, make her look at me. “But this is what you need. Deep down, you know it.”
She tries to deny it but her body betrays her. Coming again, clenching, whining.
* * *
By day three, she’s different.
The fight is draining out of her. She’s still crying but not fighting as hard.
She whimpers as Baylin positions her over his cock. “I need…”
“Need what, omega?” he asks.
“Need you.” Her voice breaks. “Need all of you. Need to be full. Need to be bred. I’m so empty without you.”
“That’s our girl,” Callum praises, stroking her hair. “Accepting what you are.”
“What am I?” she asks, tears streaming down her face.
“Our perfect little omega queen,” I reply.
* * *
By day four, she’s stopped fighting completely.
“Please,” she begs as I position myself between her thighs. “Please fill me. Please knot me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” I tease, even as I’m lining myself up.
“Anything. Just please don’t leave me empty. I can’t…I need you so much and I hate it and I love it and I don’t know who I am anymore…”
“You’re our omega,” I tell her, sliding deep inside her perfect little pussy.
She comes apart, no walls left, no defenses. Just pure need and submission.
“Good girl,” Callum murmurs, watching us, his thickly veined hand sliding the length of his hard, leaking shaft. “Such a good omega for your alphas.”
* * *
On day five, I notice the change.
Her scent shifts. Still heat, still desperate need, but underneath it… something new.
“Our mate is pregnant,” Baylin says quietly while we’re switching positions.
Callum freezes. “Already?”
“I can smell it.” Baylin nuzzles her stomach reverently. “Our pups are growing inside you, love.”
Pride floods through all of us, the bonds singing bright.
We bred our omega. Got her pregnant with our little ones.
“Don’t stop,” Hilda whimpers, too far gone to process what they’re saying. “Still need…heat’s not over…”
“We’re not stopping,” I promise. “Going to keep filling you. Keep breeding you. Make sure those pups stick.”
* * *
Her heat lasts two more days. Two more days of constant knotting, filling, breeding.
But she’s different now. No more fighting.
“More,” she begs as Baylin fucks her. “Don’t ever stop. Keep me full…”
“Shh,” he soothes, even as he’s driving into her, eyes wild. “We’ve got you.”
* * *
When her heat finally breaks, she collapses against me, utterly destroyed.
“Is it over?” she whispers.
“It’s over,” I confirm, stroking her hair. “You did so well, omega.”
“I fought you,” she replies quietly, uncertainty in her voice.
“You did,” Callum agrees. He winks. “Made it more fun.”
Hilda lets out a tired laugh, then she’s already drifting off, exhausted.
We settle around her…keeping her warm, safe, protected.