Chapter Thirteen
Vanessa
Hot, I'm so fucking hot. Everything hurts. Where are my alphas?
I need knots, dammit! I need them to come all over me, inside me. I need to be stuffed full! A cramp hits me as I roll out of bed, and I moan loud enough that the bear from earlier can probably hear me.
That should keep it away.
Clutching my stomach, I march towards the door, but it slams open before I can reach it. Gingerbread. Vanilla. Smoky campfire. The combination of the three soothes the pain for a moment, but my insides twist, and I know the only thing that will help is a knot.
I need my alphas.
"Why did you leave me alone?" I whine, tears streaming down my face. Didn't they want me anymore?
Before they can answer, I dart past them and down the stairs. I was overreacting; I knew that. But I needed them to want me. Needed them to prove they wanted me. I make it as far as the porch before strong arms wrap around me and pull me back inside.
"What the fuck are you doing, omega?" Zayne growls, carrying me to my tent nest. He gets down on his knees and places me inside. I try to slip past him, but he's blocking the way. All three of them are.
"Let me go! I need to go find alphas who want me!" I scream, hands on my hips. I'm completely naked, and Silas can't keep his eyes from falling to my tits. It should piss me off. He wasn't there when I woke up in pain. He licks his lips, the intensity of his gaze making me preen.
"Like fuck is that happening," Mason snarls, climbing into my nest and pushing me so I'm flat on my back. He gets on top of me, and my legs fall open automatically.
Knots. Need knots.
"No other man gets to touch what's ours," Silas says, crawling in next to us.
"Then fucking touch me!" I sob, writhing underneath Mason. I try to rub myself against him, but he pulls back. I'm flipped onto my stomach, and two hard swats land on my ass before I'm pulled to my knees, staring at a pissed off Zayne.
"If you ever try to run from us again, I will punish you, little omega. I will bend you over and spank you raw before tying you to my bed and edging you for hours. You are ours. Do you understand that?"
"Yes! Fuck me. NOW!"
A dark chuckle. "Good girl."
Clothes hit the floor. Hands grab me, yanking me into position before a tongue starts lapping at my clit. Soft growls fill the space, mouths find my nipples, teasing and sucking. Two fingers slip inside me, and seconds later, I break apart.
"Knots. Please," I slur, drunk from my orgasm.
"Let go, omega. We will take care of you."
And that's exactly what I do.