Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
JOSIE
“Oh fuck is right!” I scream. “What … how did you get in here?”
“You left the door unlocked,” says one of the standing men.
I realize abruptly that the two men are Cole and Mitch, and they’re fucking naked! I can’t help the panic I feel. “What are you doing here? The door was unlocked from when I waited for you while I was awake , not asleep. I was asleep. Did you come to rape me?”
“I feel like this is a big misunderstanding,” one of the hammers says. An actual hammer. He has a long, tan handle, but the base looks like the head of a cock, hole and everything. He has stripes of red all over his shaft, and his head—the hammer head, that is—is the same skin tone as the rest of him. He looks like a mallet, not a claw hammer like the one next to him. That hammer is skin, too, a paler color with green stripes and claws at the back of his head.
“What the fuck are you?”
“We’re hammers, Josie,” the third and last hammer says. This one, I recognize, has Adrian’s voice. He’s got a darker handle, and his mallet head has an imprint of his face on it.
“Hammers? I must be having some weird-ass dream. What did I put in my lemonade? I thought I had the right amount of sugar. Did you boys drug me?”
“No,” Cole says, his voice deep and offended. “We would never do that to our mate.”
“ Mate ?”
“Tell me, Josie, do you usually go to bed naked like this? It’s a hot night, the full moon is out … so, sure, you may want to sleep naked, but from where we’re standing, I can see how soaked that pussy of yours is.” Adrian says.
I cross my legs abruptly and snap, “Excuse me?” But I can feel my body heat at his words. “I … I’m always a little horny around this time of the month.”
My nipples pebble at my words, and I don’t even know why I’m saying them. It’s their hungry, dark eyes taking me in. All of them. The three hammers and the two human-like men, who are naked and….
My gaze trails down below their waistline, and I see something I didn’t think I’d ever see. They have balls, yes, but their cocks are like hammers. For the majority, the shaft looks normal, but when you get closer to Cole’s pelvis, there’s a hammerhead at the base that looks like a fucking sledgehammer. It’s covered in skin and is pulsing. Mitch has something similar, but the back of his cock has hammer claws. It looks sharp like the others, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s just an illusion … and how it would feel running up my clit.
“What in the world! Are you demons? What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, we plan on building you up to the best orgasms of your life.” Tim says.
“Orgasms?” My body heats just thinking about it. Orgasms. I could be having orgasms with these hammer men. I’ve needed orgasms my whole life. My husband always locked me up during these nights, when I needed more than just his cock to fill me. He told me I was wicked, evil. I asked Mama about it, but she just told me not to mention it again. It made me think about how, once a month, she goes on a girls’ retreat with her friends … though she never really told us what friends they were.
“What you’re going through is your heat, Josie.” Adrian’s growly voice says.
“My heat?”
“You’re in heat. You need a cock, or cocks to knot you and scratch that itch you have. You need us to nail into every one of your sweet little holes.” Mitch says.
“I still don’t understand … heat, as in like what a dog gets?”
“Heat, as in what an omega whose mates are aliens get.”
“Omega?”
“We’re alpha aliens, Josie, and we’ve been looking for our mate for a long time. Our search led us to this planet, to you.”
“But you’re so much younger than me. How?—”
“Technically, we’re thousands of years older than you, but our bodies on this planet have taken the form of humans in their twenties. These hammer shapes are our true forms.” Adrian says.
“You’re truly hammers?”
“Hammer aliens. Yes,” says Jake in hammer form. He’s the easy, breezy joker of the group.
“And you're our mate.” Adrian adds.
“What does that mean? What does—” I start but I’m interrupted by Adrian again.
“You’ve needed our hammers for a long time. And we’ve needed you to complete our pack.”
Suddenly, I’m hit with a fresh wave of need just watching, and my body feels like it’s on fire. It needs something. It needs to be pounded into oblivion, and these hammer aliens—whatever they are, they’re my only option. And the only option you want.
There’s something about these hammers that makes me wish I was being used by them, needed by them, even if it’s just sexual.
“I need to be touched.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I beg. “I want to work with your hammers. I want you to nail me to that wall.” I point to the wall next to my bedside table. “And pound me into this bed. Make me come. I want your cum.”
“Oh, we’ll give you our cum, sweet Josie,” Tim says. “You’ll work with all our hammers, and by the time we’re done, all you’ll want is some good sleep.”
“And some more hammer cock,” Mitch adds.