33. Hazel
Chapter 33
Hazel
“ H oly shit, bro. Did you see her face?” Cormac laughed as we piled through the front door of the pack house.
“I’m definitely going to be disowned.” I laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it.
“Don’t worry, you’re ours, so their money is irrelevant,” Roman said, wrapping his arms around me from behind in a tight hug, burying his face in my hair.
“Just in case that little show didn’t make it clear enough, Duchess, we’re a pack. Eventually, we will make it official—we love you, and we are so excited to have a family with you!” Roman declared, his words somewhat muffled by my hair.
I wanted to turn around and face him, but his grip was too tight, so I just let my body melt into his touch.
“You know what? I think I got the message!” I laughed.
Seb walked up to me, a shit-eating grin on his face as he cupped my cheeks.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mother at a loss for words. I’ve got to give you credit for that, Roman.” He glanced over my head as he spoke.
Roman shrugged behind me, something I only knew because I could feel his shoulders moving. “What good is my social status if I can’t use it to embarrass middle-aged, snooty bitches?”
“I hear that,” Seb muttered, before kissing me, softly at first, but the tempo quickly changed. His movements became more demanding, and at the same time, Roman’s hands started wandering upward, toward my breasts.
“Maybe we should celebrate?” Roman asked, his tone suggestive.
“Fuck, yeah!” Cormac shouted from somewhere to the left of me.
I pulled back so my face was mere inches away from Seb’s grinning one. Biting my lip, I put on an overly thoughtful expression. “I think I could be convinced to celebrate.”
My feet left the ground as Roman hauled me into the air, quickly moving from the entryway to the den, and depositing me on a couch.
Reaching out my hands to steady myself on the leather couch, I glanced between my alphas.
All four of them.
I’m an omega, and I have four alphas who want me!
Phillip sat on the sofa next to me, and I took the opportunity to hop onto his lap, my legs on either side of his hips.
“Hi.” I giggled lightly, my hands gripping either side of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He willingly leaned into it, his lips sweet, like he had just drank a soda.
“Hello,” he mumbled against my lips, laughing to himself.
After a few leisurely moments of kissing, I leaned back, smirking at Phillip, who cocked an eyebrow at me.
Without a word, I slipped off the couch, getting to my knees on the floor. His eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do.
As I undid the button on his jeans, he lifted his ass off the couch to help me shimmy them down an inch or two, so I could free his cock.
“Just a taste,” I purred, taking his already stiffening cock into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” Phillip hissed, throwing his head back as his hand fisted the hair at the nape of my neck.
Smiling to myself, I bobbed up and down on his length, doing my best to take all of it into my mouth. He tasted delicious, just like the tangy apple cider of his scent.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” Phillip panted, his thighs tensing under my hands.
His grunts and moans were like music to my ears, and I was so distracted by them, I didn’t realize that someone had moved behind me until hands slid from my thighs, under my dress to my hips, exposing my cloth-covered pussy to the air.
“That’s a beautiful sight,” Cormac moaned.
I thrust my hips back in invitation. There was nothing I wanted more than to be full of pierced cock.
“Are you sure, sweetness?” Cormac asked, ever the sweetheart. It wasn’t like I could answer, seeing as my mouth was firmly stuffed with Phillip’s cock, and I wasn’t stopping anytime soon, so I jutted my hips back again in a silent demand.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Cormac decided to get rid of the small scrap of fabric that was in his way. The scent of my slick was almost overpowering.
“She smells more than ready,” Seb commented from somewhere out of my sight.
“She is,” Cormac hummed.
When his tongue made the first swipe, I almost came apart. After a few licks, he shifted back, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. He gripped my hips, and in one quick thrust, I was full.
I let out a garbled groan around Phillip’s cock, looking up at him with hazy, sex-drunk eyes as Cormac started to move.
Rocking between the two of them, I let my mind go deliciously blank. All I could think about was my alphas’ cocks and the feeling of them tunneling in and out of me.
These men played my body like a well-tuned instrument, every movement making me writhe and moan with the growing intensity.
I was going to orgasm, and it wasn’t going to be a small one.
Cormac already knew my signs well, so he kept his pace firm and steady as he spoke. “She’s already close, she’s so fucking tight.”
“Is that so?” Phillip hummed, looking down at me. “Are you going to come with a mouthful of alpha cock, like a good girl?”
Filthy words really were my downfall. Maintaining eye contact with Phillip, I hurtled over the edge, my core clamping down on Cormac, every single piercing massaging my internal walls.
“Jesus, such a good omega,” Cormac cooed, his voice ragged as I squeezed him brutally.
“Now that’s a pretty sight.” Phillip sighed. “I’m getting close. Are you ready?”
I nodded as best as I could around a mouthful of cock.
“Good. Take it, omega.”
There was something about the use of my designation, instead of my name, that made me feel needier, almost animalistic.
Phillip’s cock started to throb, and I knew what was coming. Bobbing my head on the first half of his cock, I lifted one hand to massage the base, where his knot was quickly swelling.
Some girls could take an oral knotting, but I wasn’t going to find out if I was one of them.
Flavorful apple burst across my tongue with his first spurt of release, and I watched as Phillip’s head lolled back, eyes closing. The veins in his neck throbbed with the force of his release.
All the while, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter as Cormac had his fun. “Take all his cum, good girl,” Cormac cooed behind me.
Once I was sure I had drunk every drop down, I pulled my head away, licking his length up and down to ensure he was thoroughly clean.
Phillip peered down at me, a satisfied look on his face as he stroked my hair.
“Now it’s my turn!” Cormac chuckled, his grip tightening on my hips as his thrusts became more forceful. I gyrated my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I didn’t realize my eyes had closed until I felt Phillip’s hand on my chin. He was gazing down at me, hunger in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss me, undoubtedly tasting himself on my lips.
“Cormac’s going to come soon, I can tell. Are you going to be a good girl and come before he does?”
I nodded enthusiastically. That wasn’t going to be difficult, when I was already skirting the edge of release.
Cormac’s thrusts became disjointed as his cock started to pulse with release. I was so close, but I just wasn’t there yet.
“Oh no, looks like someone else is going to have to make you come,” Phillip cooed between kisses.
Cormac growled his release, his grip on me bruising. He pressed his knot against me but stopped it from entering.
“Knot!” I whined.
Phillip tutted. “If Cormac knots you, then no one else will be getting in that sweet pussy anytime soon, will they?” he asked while Cormac slid his still-hard cock out of me.
I was ready to riot, my entire body tense with the need to come. Whining, I was about to move when Roman slid behind me, taking the spot Cormac had been in seconds earlier.
“Can’t leave you wanting now, can we, Duchess?” he said, inching his cock in.
“Yes!” I shouted at his entry, roughly jerking my hips back to take more of him. Looking around the room, my eyes landed on Seb.
I needed him.
I wanted all my alphas.
Making a desperate, grabbing hand motion, I waited until he stood up from where he had been happily watching the show, his erection visible through his jeans.
Yummy.
“You want to taste him too?” Phillip asked in a teasing voice.
I could only nod emphatically. Roman’s cock was hitting spots inside of me that made me unable to form words.
“Swap?” Phillip asked, looking to Seb.
“Fuck, yes.”
For a brief moment, I closed my eyes, letting myself focus on the filthy things Roman was doing to me. His fingers had found my clit at some point, and I was going to come. Hard.
When he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, I was done for. With a keening cry, I came, my walls clamping down on Roman, searching for a knot.
“Holy shit, so good. Your cock is so good,” I babbled.
“I’m nowhere near done yet, omega.” Roman chuckled. “Now, I think Seb is feeling left out.”
I opened my eyes, and sure enough, Seb was now sitting where Phillip had been just a second ago, grinning down at me. I had been so distracted with my orgasm, I hadn’t even felt them move.
Luckily for me, he was hard and ready. My hands reached out, freeing his cock, all while Roman maintained a steady pace behind me.
Seb was a bit longer than Phillip, but I still managed to get the majority of him into my mouth. Gagging slightly, I quickly relaxed my throat, letting him all in.
He tasted amazing. I was almost bitter I had missed out on such a delicious treat all those years we had just been friends.
“Roman’s going to knot you this time while you suck my cock,” Seb informed me, making my pussy gush all over Roman.
“She likes that idea.” Roman groaned. “She just tightened beautifully around me.”
Seb’s cock was leaking precum, which I happily lapped up, bobbing my head in time with Roman’s thrusts.
The pair of them worked as a team, sending me straight to the edge again.
“You’re going to drink Seb’s cum while taking my knot, aren’t you?” Roman asked. I nodded, unable to talk around Seb’s cock.
I wanted their cum.
No, I needed it.
Knowing my throat would probably be sore the next day, I doubled down on my efforts. It would be worth it just to see the look on Seb’s face as he threw his head back, already close.
“Fuck, the heat of your mouth,” he moaned, his cock pulsing.
Roman’s pace became brutal and disjointed. He took what he needed, and I fucking loved it.
At the exact moment his knot started swelling, I hurtled off the edge. Seb fisted my hair, ensuring his knot wasn’t in my mouth as I drank down his cum. In my cum-drunk state, I probably didn’t have the mental capacity to do so.
I twitched as I came down, my body overly sensitive to every touch, but I didn’t mind it. My alphas could touch me however they wanted.
Especially when they gave me orgasms like that.
My mind was blissfully numb, my body lethargic, as the guys rearranged us so I was sitting in Roman’s lap, catching my breath.
“I fucking love you guys.” I giggled sleepily.
“We love you too,” Seb whispered, kissing my forehead.