Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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It’s one thing to realize you’re being completely irrational and another to actually make it stop.
Holy crazy biology and hormones, bruh.
I’ve become Jekyll and Hyde, and even though I’m desperately trying to calm the raging flood of emotions inside me, it’s useless.
It’s like a dog that snatches up a firework on the Fourth of July and takes off, sending sparks flying everywhere.
People are running for their lives and barely managing to avoid getting burned.
Feeling so out of control is not something I’m used to.
Zero out of ten. Do not recommend.
It’s never been like this before. Whether it’s from the lack of certainty in our current situation or simply because the Omega in me is rehashing all the old hurt and betrayal and refusing to let it go—hell, maybe a combination of the two—I can’t be sure.
When we reach the top of the stairs, August opens a door and flicks a light switch.
We step into a round room with windows along three-quarters of the partially rounded space, with a gauzy white canopy hung overhead.
Twinkle lights are paired with the fabric, infusing the room with a warm glow.
It’s the top of the built-in silo, I realize, offering a gorgeous view toward the southern portion of their property.
The Alpha gently sets me down on my feet, and the fact that I’m completely bare on the bottom makes me feel even more off balance.
Can’t have that. My tank top feels like a straight jacket, making my skin crawl as my heat amps up, so I grip the hem and pull it over my head, carefully folding it just because it gives me something to do with my hands.
He holds his out, and I place the garment on top, followed by my bra.
I’m standing in front of him, fully naked, with slick liberally dripping down my inner thighs, wondering how in the hell I got to this point, yet somehow, I feel more in control than I did seconds ago.
Make it make sense.
“What do you think?” His words bring me back to the present, and I remember where I am. I take in the gorgeous room.
Along the curved portion of the wall is a circular bed on a slightly raised platform that can more than accommodate all of us.
The sheets are a deep plum, and the walls and accents are a brilliant green.
The flat wall behind me is filled floor to ceiling with shelves that are stocked with blankets and pillows, lotions and creams and other essentials, many of which are some of my favorite brands.
The familiar scent of green tea and spice hits my nose, and I have the strongest urge to walk over and snuggle into the fuzzy cottons.
My Omega is preening despite how desperate she is to avoid it.
Contrary bitch.
“In case you haven’t guessed, Lyon stocked most of this stuff himself,” Aug murmurs.
“How does he know…” I stare, stupefied.
“He knows you.” His arms are crossed over his chest, the muscles in his forearms bulging like he’s struggling to keep his hands to himself and give me space. Regardless, he does it anyway, which I appreciate. I’m already overwhelmed.
“It’s stunning,” I whisper, my voice wavering as I look around the room until our eyes connect. Neither of us moves until it becomes too much and I break the silence. “What are we doing, Aug?”
“We’re helping you through this heat. I thought that part was obvious.
” He walks over to another door tucked into the corner of space.
“This leads to a private bathroom that's stocked with everything you could need, and there’s a button near the door that will engage the automatic blinds to block out the light. Anything that you want, just let us know, and one of us will grab it.”
He’s fussing with stuff on one of the shelves like he’s not quite sure what to do with himself. The strongest urge to tell him to keep his hands to himself bubbles up inside as this sense of possessiveness grips me.
I bite my tongue hard to stop that nonsense.
Seriously, what the absolute fuck?
When I shake the thoughts clear, I realize for the first time that August somehow made it out of the barn still fully dressed, and it’s like that memory triggers my body. It suddenly remembers that it has not yet been fucked properly and desperately needs a knot.
But I don’t want to be the girl who bitches at them, then demands an orgasm. That doesn’t really seem fair. Though life rarely is, so there’s that.
My knees are practically fused together with how hard I’m clenching them, but I tell myself that I can be strong.
The whine that tries to break free almost discredits me.
“Baby,” August soothes, his voice suddenly right beside me. “Why are you fighting this so hard?”
“I…” I bite my bottom lip, feeling the surge of need roil in my belly. “I don’t know.”
He reaches up, gripping both sides of my face, and stares down into my eyes. “You already know, somewhere deep down, that we’re not like him. Your brain trusts that. Now we just need to get your heart on board.”
His mouth smashes into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and demanding that I give in.
There’s no question really, considering the taste of me is still there, making me fucking feral.
In the next breath, I’m tugging his shirt off and reaching for his belt.
The second his bare skin touches mine, we become frenzied.
My tongue laves his nipple, enjoying the cool metal of his piercing.
He growls, and suddenly our hands are touching, mouths kissing, bodies aching.
Thoughts are secondary. Need comes first.
I hadn’t realized we’d even moved until my feet hit the platform.
He lifts me up and tosses me onto the mattress, and before I can get comfortable, he grips my ankles and flips me over.
His warm palms skim up my thighs, forcefully gripping my hips and pulling them up until I’m face down and ass up, a prime position for him to sink his knot into me.
My hands tangle in the soft bedding, the brush of his thighs against the backs of mine making me gasp.
“This is gonna be fast. Smelling the sweet scent of your cunt and touching the heat of your skin is making me feel a little savage.”
“Do it, Aug. Fuck me hard.”
“God, you’re gonna fucking wreck me, aren’t you, baby?”
“It will be a mutual wrecking.”
He growls, his fingers digging into my flesh just as I feel the first swipe of his dick through the copious amounts of slick flooding my sex.
Then he’s pressing in, the thick head of his cock stretching me open.
It’s the last coherent thought I have before he slams forward, impaling me with one thrust. I scream, already coming around him as he pulls out and does it again.
“This hard enough for you?”
And again.
“Knot me. Please, Alpha, fuck me with your knot.”
Somewhere behind me, the door opens and closes, but August continues to fuck me through the interruption.
“I brought up snacks,” Ridge says, followed by the clink of a tray on one of the shelves, “but I guess that’ll have to wait a bit.”
“You ever taken anyone back here?" August asks, just as his finger runs down the crack of my ass.
“No,” I manage to grunt as my body reacts to the touch. It should cause some hesitation, but it sends my nervous system into a spiral instead.
“Ridge, you down to get nice and cozy?”
The Beta is suddenly beside the bed, pushing his boxers down his long, lean legs. “If it means her ass squeezing my dick? Hell yes!”
August pulls out, giving me a light smack on said ass. He lies next to me on the bed, then reaches over and pulls me on top of him. My legs straddle his waist, his dick already seeking out my needy pussy.
One hand slides into my hair while the other presses against my lower back, forcing me down onto his shaft. “Ride your Alpha, baby. Ridge needs to prep that tight ass of yours so you can take us both.”
“Aug…” I plead as my hips start to roll.
His hand tightens in my hair, drawing my head back until my throat is exposed. “I know. I’ll give you what you need. I promise.”
The position sends a rush of adrenaline spiking through my blood. The acute need to beg for a bite is almost impossible to resist, but I manage to force it back. Ridge’s body fills the space behind mine, the scent of lime and mint mixing with the heavy Alpha pheromones and my perfume.
“Look at how goddamn wet she is. I don’t even need lube.” His fingers swipe against the spot where Aug and I are connected.
Forcing my eyes up, I stare down at the Alpha beneath me. “Y’all have done this before?”
His eyes narrow. “Never. It just comes naturally with you.”
“This is a first for all of us, sweetheart,” Ridge adds, spreading the wetness between my cheeks.
At the first press of his finger against the tight ring of muscle, I moan. He doesn’t even get more than his knuckle in, but I already feel the pressure building in my core as my pussy tightens around August’s length.
“Fuck, she likes that. Give her more, Ridge.”
He pushes in a little deeper, and my toes curl as he slowly slides a single digit in and out. In and out. Then suddenly, there are two stretching me, and my orgasm bulldozes right through me without warning.
“Fuck, that’s it. Come on my cock.”
August starts thrusting up from the bottom until I’m trembling between them. “Need you to hurry up, brother. She squeezes me any tighter, and I’m gonna lose it.”
Ridge’s fingers slip from my body right as the Alpha beneath me goes still.
A soft fingertip trails down the center of my spine, and goosebumps break out along my skin.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
I’ve collapsed against August’s chest and can only nod, unable to stop the perpetual whine softly escaping with each ragged breath, but I force myself to nod. He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Do it, Ridge. Her fever is spiking.”
The blunt head of his cock against my ass sends another flash of urgency through my body, my fingers digging into Aug’s sides to try to ground myself. There’s a hint of discomfort, followed by a growing demand for more.
“That’s it. You’re doing so damn good, baby. Look at you taking us both.”
“Holy fuck. I can… I can feel you inside her.”
“Please,” I mewl. “Please, Aug… More. Knot. Bite. Please.” I thrust my chin up, pressing my throat against his lips.
His growl rumbles between us. “You’ll wear my bite soon, but I’ll give you one thing right now. Ridge…”
I want to sob and scream, anything to ease the pain that’s starting to form in my gut. At the feel of Ridge withdrawing from my body, tears spill out, my mind in a tailspin.
“Shhh. We’ve got you,” Aug whispers.
Without further warning, my Beta thrusts into my ass with a force that rocks me on my Alpha’s dick. I cry out, but there’s no chance to adjust or recover. Ridge fucks me hard and fast until I’m coming again, yet it’s not enough.
“Why?” I rasp, in between aftershocks.
“Why, what, baby?”
“Do you hate me?” I choke out.
“Sweetheart, we don’t hate you,” Ridge says, though he continues to fuck me like he does.
Lifting my teary eyes, I stare down at Aug. “Then for the love of God, give me your fucking knot already.”
Ridge snorts, but August smirks.
“Should probably give it to her, bro. She might shank us if we don’t.”
“So bossy.” The Alpha kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re lucky I think it’s adorable.”
The guys share a long look, and before my manic brain can process what’s about to happen, August’s hand grips the back of my neck.
“You want it, you got it.”
With one brutal thrust, his knot slams into me, shoving against the natural resistance of my body and the stretch from Ridge’s cock filling my ass.
My eyes go wide as a silent scream forces my lips to part.
My entire body goes taut as it locks around August’s knot.
The pleasure is so intense, my orgasm so explosive, my vision starts to go black.
“Holy fucking fuck,” Ridge shouts, his grip on my hips turning bruising. “I’m gonna come. I can’t… Is she…”
“Stay with me, baby,” August grunts out—part bark, part growl. “Fuck, I think she’s—”
Those are the last words I hear before I pass out.