23. Hazel
Chapter 23
Hazel
I was horny.
No matter how hard I tried to study, all I could think about was fucking.
My skin itched with the need. Even the oversized T-shirt I wore felt like too much clothing.
I needed to find someone to play with.
Tiptoeing down the hallway, I strained my ears to hear if any of the alphas were around.
Where were they when I needed them? I glanced into all their rooms. Nothing.
With a huff, I made my way to the laundry room. If none of them were immediately available, a few items of their clothing would have to do.
Would getting myself off while sniffing their clothing be weird? Of course, it would, but pregnancy makes for one bonkers omega.
Once in the laundry room, I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on the large wicker hamper in the corner.
Bingo!
My hands clawed through the fabric, bringing various items up to my nose for a sniff test. The stinkier the better. Old hockey clothing would be best. The guys stank after a game.
When Seb had started to play hockey, I had assumed he wouldn’t work up much of a sweat—they were playing on ice, so surely, that kept them cool?
My best friend quickly proved that notion false when he hugged me after a game before his shower, and he smelled so goddamn potent.
“Duchess?”
The voice pulled me out of my desperate dig through the laundry hamper. Standing up straight, I turned on my heel to find a very confused-looking Roman standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of sleeping shorts. My eyes raked over his body.
Yummy.
“Hi…” My voice was breathy.
“Are you okay? Your scent is out of control. I got a whiff of it from downstairs.”
“Where were you?” I whined.
“I fell asleep on the sofa in the den. I’m sorry, Duchess.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I declared, taking a step forward and wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up at him through my lashes.
He coughed lightly, clearing his throat. His eyes were dark, pupils expanded. “You smell… ahh, fuck. You should probably give me some space.”
I shook my head. “I need a knot. Now.”
His eyebrows raised. “Fuck me, are you sure? The others will be home any minute.”
A grin spread across my face. “Well, I guess you only have a minute or two to knot me before Cormac or Phillip comes home. I’m sure both of them would be happy to help me…” I trailed off with a smirk.
I was laying down a challenge, one I knew Roman couldn’t refuse.
“A minute or two, you say?”
I nodded solemnly. “Such tight time constraints. How ever will you manage?”
“That depends… do you want to go to the nest?” he asked, a matching smile spreading across his own face.
“I feel no need to do that.”
“In that case, what are you wearing under that T-shirt of Phillip’s?”
I bit my lip, my heart pounding in excitement. “Nothing, and I’m already drenched, so there’s no need for foreplay.”
God, I didn’t want foreplay. That was a thought I had never imagined I would think, but the only thing I wanted to feel was that delicious burn as my pussy walls were stretched around Roman’s knot.
“Are you sure? Last time I’m asking, Duchess.”
“Completely sure.”
Roman groaned an elated “fuck, yes!” as he reached down, sliding his hand under the shirt I wore, so he could lift me with ease, my already dripping pussy rubbing against his naked torso.
My teeth nipped at his neck as he strode across the room. I had no idea what he was doing until my bare ass hit the washing machine. The cold metal sent shivers through my body, colliding with the heat from Roman, making my head spin.
Strong hands opened my legs, and without any preamble, Roman lined up his cock, sliding home in one firm, fluid thrust.
“Yes!” I cried, my hands clawing at his shoulders.
“I swear to god, your pussy is fucking built to take my cock so fucking perfectly,” Roman moaned, his words disjointed from thrusting.
It did feel like that. There wasn’t a single part of me internally that felt untouched by his length.
So. Perfectly. Full.
“Now.” Roman pulled back slightly, so the head of his cock was sitting at my entrance, teasing me. He gazed down at me with an affectionate smile. “You better hold on, Duchess, I’m on a time crunch,” he declared before jerking his hips in a quick, brutal thrust that made me see stars.
He didn’t give me time to acclimate; he set a punishing pace that made all coherent thoughts leave my brain.
Half dressed in a laundry room, full of alpha cock.
I was in heaven.
My head vibrated with pleasure, and sound became distant, like I was underwater as I surrendered to the sensation of his cock gliding through my walls again and again.
I threw my head back, letting out a soundless scream as my walls started to clamp down, hunting for a knot.
“Such a good omega, clenching down on me.” Roman moaned. “I swear, I’m going to leave you covered in my cum, so everyone knows you’re mine.”
His knot started to expand, and my mind went blank as electricity shot through my limbs, and I trembled with the intensity of my orgasm. There was nothing other than the stretch of Roman’s knot. That was all that mattered, all I needed.
Roman’s rough moans were like music to my ears and only helped to prolong my release as his knot throbbed violently. It was overwhelming, and the sensory overload had my mind reeling.
Thoroughly locked together, Roman gently rocked into me as we came down from our collective high.
Panting heavily, we both slowly came to our senses. The washing machine was digging into my ass, and I was probably going to have a bruise, but I didn’t have it in me to care.
“I think that was under two minutes,” Roman finally declared, his head slumping forward, his forehead resting on my shoulder.
A laugh bubbled out of my chest—he was right, that hadn’t taken long at all.
“Oh fuck , don’t laugh, Duchess. It makes your pussy clamp down on my knot even harder.”
“Well how?—”
I was cut off by the sound of a door opening.
The guys were home.
As we looked at one another, I bit my lip. Roman’s hair was wild, and his face held a pleased look as he gazed down at me.
“It looks like I finished just in time!”
We both broke off into laughter.
“Ro! Sweetness! Where the hell are you guys?” Cormac’s shout was accompanied by the sound of several doors opening and closing. He was looking for us.
Roman looked between the door and me, opening his mouth to shout, but my hand flew up, covering his mouth before he could say anything.
Without the ability to talk, he simply raised his eyebrows at me.
The look said everything. There was no hiding what we just did, not that I wanted to hide it. But it was somewhat embarrassing to have been so needy that I ended up locked on a knot while sitting on a freaking washing machine.
The door opened, and I held my breath as Cormac’s face came into sight.
“There you are! Well, it looks like you’ve been having fun,” he said, totally unfazed by the sight in front of him. “We bought dinner, come grab some.”
I removed my hand from Roman’s mouth. “We will as soon as my knot goes down,” he said, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Cormac’s smile widened. “Are you a bit stuck, sweetness?”
“Shush!” I grumbled, burying my head in Roman’s chest as both laughed.
Still, the hot orgasm was totally worth the embarrassment.
Are the rumors true? Does Sebastian have crabs?
I stared at the text message in utter confusion. While I hadn’t intended to leave my nest, this warranted some movement. Sebastian was at his all-day practice, and I hadn’t seen him since the previous night.
Rolling out of the nest, I threw on the first pair of pajama pants I could find and stumbled down to the kitchen.
Phillip was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled amazing, while Roman was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in hand, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Hey,” he greeted me warmly. “I popped my head in to check on you an hour ago. You were fast asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I was tired.” I blushed. We both knew he had tired me out, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “You know, things would be a lot easier if someone let me drink the odd energy drink.”
“Not happening,” Phillip answered simply. “Set your butt down and eat. We have a game tonight. Do you want to come with us, or do you want to rest?”
Grumbling, I took my seat at the table. “It would be nice to come with, if I feel up to it.”
“We can play it by ear.” Phillip placed a noodle dish in front of me.
Picking up the fork he offered me, I didn’t even bother asking what the dish was. Everything he had made for me had been amazing, and I wasn’t going to question it.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, mouth full of noodles. Phillip cocked his head at me as I quickly chewed and swallowed my mouthful of food. “Is something going on with Seb?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve received a bunch of texts asking if Seb has crabs?”
The guys looked at each other for a split second before bursting into laughter.
“Oh my god, the fucker actually did it!” Roman exclaimed.
“Did what? Wait, what’s happening?”
Phillip firmly pressed his lips together as he tried to contain his laughter, but he was doing a pitiful job at it.
“Cormac may have come up with his own revenge for Sebastian. The pair of them have completely made up since, but he may have laced his hockey uniform with itching powder before he accepted Seb… and it’s just taking effect now.”
My eyes widened as I put my fork down. The food could wait. “Cormac laced Sebastian’s jersey?”
Roman’s face was red, and he had a gleeful expression on his face as he shook his head. “Not his jersey, Duchess.”
The realization hit me. “You gave him an itchy dick?!” I cried.
Roman held up his hands in surrender. “It wasn’t me, Duchess. It was Cormac—though I may have known about the plan and totally approved of it.”
“So, I’m guessing that caused some sort of reaction, which has led to a large portion of the student body thinking Sebastian has crabs?”
“Apparently so!” Roman gleefully exclaimed.
“It seems social media is abuzz with the news that the eligible alpha is now plagued with a venereal disease,” Phillip said against the counter as he scrolled through his phone.
“He’s going to punch you,” I said, simply shaking my head.
Roman shrugged. “He can punch Cormac.”
Two hours later, when Sebastian came home, he looked a little bedraggled. His curls were a mess, his face red and blotchy. As soon as he came through the door, he threw his gear bag on the floor and gave me a pained look.
“I’ve got calamine lotion,” I said with a wince.
“I’m going to need it,” he admitted in a whining voice.
“I’m sorry?”
“Not your fault… I know it was Cormac. That fucker was making jokes about itchy junk last week.”
“I’m sure he’s sorry?”
“He’ll be sorry when I get my revenge.”
“No fighting!” I insisted.
“Oh, there will be no physical fighting, Hazelnut, but I am going to get him back.”
“I’ll make him apologize!”
Seb shook his head, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “I’m pissed I didn’t think of itching powder first. There are so many good revenge pranks, though. You know my reputation is trash now?”
I bit back a smile. “I’ve had a few people message me about your crabs…”
Seb closed his eyes and groaned. “I’m going to go shower,” he said, hobbling toward the bathroom with small, whimpering grunts of pain.
“I’ll bring the lotion,” I cried after him.