7. Daisy
Chapter 7
C alvin stands frozen in the doorway, his gaze burning into me, sending heat racing through my body. His chest rises and falls, each breath deeper than the last. His nostrils flare, inhaling my scent, and his eyes darken with unmistakable hunger.
Warmth floods my cheeks. I grip the sheets tighter, pressing my face into the fabric, trying to steady my breath. Shifting toward him, I expose more of myself, silently inviting him closer, needing him near.
He moves into the room, his presence filling the space, the quiet tension between us thickening with each step. When he stops beside the bed, his warmth radiates toward me, his fingers hovering inches above my bare skin.
I arch my back, pressing myself toward his hesitant touch. Our eyes meet as I glance back, giving a small nod of consent. Relief crosses his face, the tension easing from his body.
“Are you sure?” His voice is rough with concern.
“Yes,” I whisper, pushing back further into his touch. “I need you.”
He reaches down, gripping the blue dildo. He eases it out, and I let out a whimper. I need something larger. A long, wet string of arousal follows it. He catches my gaze as he runs his finger along the shaft, gathering my juices before he tosses the dildo aside and sucks his finger into his mouth. His eyes flutter as he groans. The sight should embarrass me, but it only turns me on more.
He lowers to his knees behind me, hands grasping my hips firmly yet gently. My breath catches when his lips brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the soft, tender kisses igniting a fresh surge of desire. No one has ever touched me like this, with such focused, deliberate care. In the past, it was a bit of fingering before we rushed to the sex for them to get off first.
My hips roll back, seeking more, needing more. Calvin responds, mouth pressing into me, tongue exploring my folds and along the slit from my opening to my clit, sending tremors rippling through my body. My fingers tighten their grip on the sheets, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Each movement of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a sharp, irresistible peak. I might actually come now, after trying off and on for hours. My only reprieve from this insanity is when William needs me. As soon as he's asleep, it comes back with a vengeance.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and I swear my soul might just come out through my pussy. My body tightens, thighs trembling as a climax crashes through me. I bury my moans into the sheets as waves of pleasure ripple outward; my walls pulse and clench around nothing.
Calvin rises, standing behind me and slides down his pants, freeing himself. I glance back, taking him in—the long, impressive length, the thick knot swelling at his base. My passage clenches at the sight, instinct driving me to want an Alpha more than I've ever dared imagine.
I shift into position, arching further, presenting myself to him while on all fours. My gaze locks onto his, silently pleading for him to take me. He steps closer, gripping his shaft, dragging the head slowly through my wetness, teasing my clit. The slick is unlike anything I've experienced, coating me, dripping down my thighs. I've never been so wet.
"Are you a virgin?"
I shake my head.
He pushes forward, entering slowly, filling me inch by inch. My breath hitches as he reaches the knot, pressing harder. It stretches me, intense yet pleasurable. There's a slight pain, but it's what I have been craving since early this morning. When it sinks inside, relief washes through me.
He pulls out with a pop, before he slams back in. My body vibrates as it gets what it wants.
Holy fuck.
Calvin grips my hips tighter, his rhythm becoming deep and deliberate, each thrust drives heat into my core. I push back against him, matching his tempo, desperate for the friction, the fullness, the connection only he can provide.
Alpha.
A deep groan escapes his throat, matched by my own, as our bodies move together. My hips rock with his, driving him deeper, the knot presses deliciously against my Gspot.
A sudden creak breaks our rhythm, and my head snaps toward the door. Nate and Peter stand in the doorway, expressions shifting rapidly from shock to a heated intensity. My body responds, tightening around Calvin as he grips my hips harder.
A long growl leaves him.“Yes, squeeze me, Omega. Show me how much you want this cock. Join us,” he calls to them. “She needs us, and God, she's everything I've craved for years.”
I moan, his words turning me on more as my pulse races. My cheeks flush hot with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming desire as I stare back at Nate and Peter.
Our alphas have come. Now we can become theirs.
The thought surfaces unbidden, and I shudder as realization dawns that I'm theirs and they're mine. The intensity of their gazes, filled with hunger and need, makes me push my hips higher. My cheeks burn, but my heart races with excitement, nerves, and anticipation.
Nate steps forward first, his eyes locked onto mine. "I don't fully understand what's going on, but we'll talk after we can think straight. All I need to know is that you want this. Right?"
I nod breathlessly. "Yes. I need you, all of you, Alphas." My gaze moves from Nate to Peter.
Peter remains silent, his posture stiff at first, but his eyes speak volumes, desire warring with hesitation. Nate stares at Peter, their silent exchange brief yet powerful, and finally Peter nods, stepping into the room and softly shutting the door behind him.
Calvin picks up his pace, harder now, each motion purposeful and deliberate, pushing me closer to coming again. I gasp, eyes fluttering closed, lost in sensation, until Nate approaches and kneels beside the bed. His warm hand cups my cheek, gently turning my face toward him. His thumb brushes against my lips, and I part them, tasting his skin and feeling the rough calluses on the pad.
Peter moves behind Nate, tension still radiating from him as Nate captures my mouth in a deep and possessive kiss, claiming me without words. His other hand tangles in my hair, holding me close.
My senses are overwhelmed by Nate's taste, Calvin's heat, and Peter's unwavering gaze, which seems to pierce through me. I surrender, embracing the sensation of belonging, the feeling of being desired, needed, and wanted.
I moan, my voice muffled against Nate’s mouth as Calvin’s pace intensifies. My body tightens with pleasure, a wave rising inside me and promising an earth-shattering orgasm. Nate deepens our kiss, our tongues swirling together, and this connection feels right, inevitable.
Calvin's breaths grow rougher as we crash into our orgasms together. My body clenches around him; his hips press flush against me as his knot swells until he can no longer pull out of me. The fullness is new and intense, sending pleasure vibrating through every nerve.
Something warm and deep vibrates rhythmically from within my chest. My eyes open, breaking the kiss with Nate, and the vibrations stop. "What was that?"
Nate’s lips curve into a knowing smile.
Peter sighs softly, adjusting his glasses. "You purred. It’s something only Omegas and Alphas do when they’re happy."
I've heard about that, but I didn't know it was a real thing. My attention shifts as both Nate and Peter undress. Nate, just like in my dreams, has broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers down into defined six-pack abs. A dark happy trail leads downward to his cock, medium-length but notably thicker than Calvin's, which is a bit intimidating.
Peter is pale with lean muscles. It looks like he used to be thicker, but now he maintains a lean build. A scar cuts along his right knee. Is that why he limps when he walks? He has the longest cock, thick with a gentle upward curve. The sight of them sends a fresh wave of desire rushing through me.
I reach out, fingers wrapping around Peter’s hardened shaft, stroking slowly. His eyes darken, his jaw clenching as he moves closer, placing his right knee on the mattress so I can reach him better. Nate steps forward as well, kneeling on the bed. Without hesitation, I take Nate into my mouth, savoring his taste and the groan he releases. His hand tangles in my hair, the slight pull sending jolts of pleasure down to my clit.
Calvin stays connected with me, his hands tracing soothing patterns down my spine as his knot slowly deflates. After a few more minutes of alternating my hands and mouth on Nate and Peter, Calvin slips free. As soon as his knot leaves me, an ache and emptiness return, the longing to be filled consuming my mind once more. A quiet whimper travels up my throat.
Nate strokes my hair as I move to return to him after pulling my mouth off Peter, but he stops me. "No need to worry, Omega. We're here to help you. Turn onto your back."
I shift positions, facing him and Peter. Nate reaches for one of my pillows, easily pulling me closer to the edge of the bed by my calves and lifting my legs to place the pillow beneath my lower back.
His green eyes meet mine, gaze intense and possessive as he settles between my thighs. He leans forward, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss as his hand positions his cock at my entrance. He pushes inside me, filling the emptiness once again.
My body arches, stretched by his girth, and he hasn't even gotten his knot fully inside yet. I grip his shoulders as his knot presses against my opening, focusing on my breathing.
"That's it, relax, Omega," he rumbles.
His words wash over me, and my body follows his command, relaxing and allowing him in.
He stills, letting me adjust before pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in hard. Unlike Calvin, Nate doesn't ease into it. His thrusts are powerful yet controlled, each stroke sending sparks radiating from my core. His eyes remain locked onto mine, a possessive gleam burning there. Pleasure builds rapidly again, and I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, making him groan.
Calvin moves to lean over the bed near my head, tilting my face back and capturing my lips in a Spider-Man-like kiss. After a moment, he breaks away, glancing upward. I follow his gaze.
Peter moves closer, kneeling on the bed to my right and guiding my hand back to his erection. I stroke him in rhythm with Nate's thrusts, loving the feeling of connection with all of them.
Calvin stretches out beside me to my left, his fingers teasing my nipple. A trembling breath escapes my lips as the tension coils tighter again in my belly. Nate drives deeper with each stroke, pushing me higher toward the edge once more.
I grip Peter tighter, matching Nate’s pace, giving in to the sensation of being claimed by my Alphas. My vision blurs as pleasure crests, my entire body shakes with release.
Nate shudders against me, releasing a deep groan as his knot swells inside my passage. Our bodies lock together. He arches his back, so he can press his lips to my neck. Soft kisses trail along the sensitive skin there, sending shivers through my body.
My heart races. An instinct rises, telling me to let him mark me. To let them all mark me. To bind us as mates. The thought is so tempting, comforting even, offering a bond that would last forever. Yet, beneath the haze of desire, a small voice of reason reminds me to hold back. This isn't the time to make permanent decisions, not when we're all caught up in the overwhelming intensity of my heat.
"You feel so good," Nate murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with sincerity and something vulnerable. "I could spend the rest of my life with you and be happy."
My breath catches, heart squeezing painfully at the sweetness of his words. It’s almost as though he can sense my thoughts, sensing the doubt behind my need. My fingers slide gently through his damp hair, holding him close as we both catch our breath.
Slowly, Nate’s knot deflates, leaving me feeling empty once again when he pulls out. A fresh wave of sweat breaks out along my forehead, a helpless whimper escaping my lips. "Why does this keep happening? It's never enough."
Before I can fall into despair, Peter moves swiftly, scooping me into his arms. He adjusts us with ease, lying back against the headboard, so I straddle his hips. His gaze, intense and unreadable behind his glasses, meets mine as he settles me above him.
"It’s because, I’m assuming, this is your first heat." A gentle but clinical tone enters his voice. His hands grip my hips firmly, yet without any roughness. "You haven’t had years of suppressants like other omegas your age."
I brace myself and anticipation floods my senses as Peter positions himself at my entrance, guiding me slowly downward. As I sink onto his long, thick cock, the emptiness is filled once more, making me sigh in relief. His cool fingers trail up to my sides, his touch gentle but distant. There's still that hint of coldness, the reservation I sensed from him earlier, yet here he is, taking care of me, giving me what I desperately need. Perhaps he doesn't despise me as much as I feared.
My body trembles at his careful caresses, and I move, finding a rhythm that suits both of us. His eyes stay fixed on mine, a flicker of heat breaking through his composed exterior. His hands tighten at my waist, guiding my movement. For the first time since arriving, I see something softer in him, a break in his control.
I lean forward, my hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. His breath hitches, and his eyes darken further, pulling me into their depths.
"That's it," he breathes, encouraging me. "Take what you need from me."
I feel grateful, mixed with the pleasure growing again. Maybe there's hope for us, for all of us, beyond this night.
Peter's thumb brushes over my clit, sending a sharp burst of pleasure radiating through my core. I shudder, gripping his chest as I move my hips in rhythm with his touch, quickening my pace. The coldness I felt from him earlier fades, replaced by the intensity of his gaze. His blue eyes pierce mine, his jaw tightening as his own pleasure builds.
We fall into rhythm, my hips moving with his thrusts. The heat between us intensifies, our breaths coming in ragged pants. His fingers continue their focused attention, coaxing me toward the peak once more. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder, letting the sensations wash over me. The coil inside tightens further with every thrust.
His free hand grips my hip, urging me faster, deeper, until finally, my body shudders, an orgasm rippling through me. Peter follows quickly after, his body stiffening beneath mine. His knot expands, locking us together, filling me completely. I release a trembling breath, feeling the tension ease for the moment.
After a few quiet moments, his knot subsides, and he slips free, leaving behind the now-familiar ache of emptiness. Peter lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers brushing along my thigh.
"We need to talk about what to do now. You were supposed to be a Beta for a reason."
I open my mouth to reply, but William's sudden cry interrupts. Instantly, the relentless heat symptoms ease, almost vanishing. Clarity returns, pushing through the haze of desire and confusion. I slide off the bed, grabbing my robe from the bathroom door.
I tie the robe around me and turn back to Peter. "We'll all talk once I get William settled."
Without waiting for his reply, I hurry down the hall, the familiar sense of duty grounding me back into reality. I'm sure I'm out of a job, but that doesn't mean I'll neglect William while I'm still in the house.