Chapter 24 Sofia
Sofia
Iscramble off Devon and dance back, turning and taking in the massive bottom floor.
Too big. Far too big, but there’s something.
I snatch up the black fabric and bring it to my nose, inhaling the rich and potent scent of my chosen alpha.
Low in my stomach, heat pools, drawing my attention to the slick that has made my inner thighs wet.
I yank on my clothes, letting out a mewl at the delicious irritating friction against my skin.
I inhale deeply and catch the delicious aroma of my alphas in the room. My core clenches, and my mind floods with images of what I’m going to do with them. But not yet. I need something else right now.
The stairs call to me, so I climb them, heading up and up until I find the door that makes me feel strangely satisfied. The nest. I put my hand on the handle and shove it open with possessive ownership.
I exhale in a rush, unaware I was holding my breath. Yes, it’s perfect. I step inside on my tiptoes, pulling the door closed.
Nothing has changed, but it’s not quite right. I let out a distressed whine. Not right. It’s not right. I grab the material and yank it all off the bed, flinging it to the floor. Once it’s down to the bare mattress, I strip out of my clothes and then start to rebuild it, one layer at a time.
It takes forever, and I have to restart several times to get it just right. The combination of layers, materials, and scents have to be exactly right.
The bed looks good. The room looks almost perfect, there’s just this one thing. What is it?
I spot the armchair that is just slightly in the wrong spot. I go over to it and start shoving. It’s too heavy. No amount of grunting and growling gets it to budge. The door to my nest opens, and I pause, baring my teeth at the intruder.
“It’s just us. Let us move the chair for you so you don’t hurt yourself, Omega. We will move it exactly where you want it.”
Mack’s scent hits me hard. My mouth waters, and my stomach clenches almost painfully. My fingers tingle, and every thought fades in the presence of my alphas. The craving for a knot burns into my mind, obliterating almost everything else, except this chair that is in the wrong spot.
“Please,” I croak out.
Elijah and Mack move the chair to exactly where I want it, but I turn around and find Devon there. He’s so big, and that alpha scent that is so familiar takes on a different tone now, making me want to kneel, to lift my throat, to give up everything and anything.
He’s wearing clothes. I snarl as I glare at them.
“Drink,” he murmurs and holds out a bottle to me.
I growl and fight off the urge to give in, but he presses forward.
“All you need to do is drink a little water. There’s nothing else in it. You’ve been up here for hours.”
Hours? Who cares. My nest is perfect.
I spin away from him, but he grabs me and pulls me back, grabs my throat from behind, and slides his arm up, pressing the bottle to my lips.
“Just a little mouthful,” he murmurs.
I open my mouth and take in the water, swallowing half the bottle in seconds. As soon as I try to break free of him, he lifts his arms and lets me go.
My nest is perfect. That thought settles in my brain, and then Elijah dims the lights, and it’s even more so. I can hear the sound of the ocean, but this is my warmth, my cave.
My mind relaxes its death grip on creating the perfect nest and turns to the alphas. I tremble as I go back to the bed. My movements feel sinuous, my mind fixed on their scents and the way they are watching me.
“Please?” I say. It’s supposed to come out like a plea, but it comes out like a sultry invitation.
Mack moves towards me first. “Are you ready, Omega? Are we allowed into your nest? Have you chosen us?”
“Yes,” I whine.
He strips off his clothes slowly and meticulously. Devon closes the nest door and leans against it while Elijah goes and sits on the armchair.
Mack is beautiful. He’s hard as well, and I find myself staring at the evidence of his growing knot. My plans disintegrate and reform as he kneels on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab my ankle. He bends down and kisses the arch of my foot.
I don’t expect to feel it all through my body. I let out a whine and part my legs.
Yes, worship me.
“You are so sexy, Sofia, so incredibly beautiful.”
He kisses my ankle and moves closer. Work-rough fingers run up my leg, trailing over my knee, before he spreads them out and grips my thighs. Everywhere he touches tingles like a map of where he’s been.
“I need your knot,” I pant. “Now.”
“You can have it in a minute. I want to touch you, make you feel good, don’t you want that?”
I whimper and try to think about it, but I’m so hot, and I can’t seem to stay still.
“Yes,” I say, although I’m not overly sure what I’m agreeing to.
Mack lays down between my legs, wraps his arms under my thighs, and drags my pussy straight down onto his mouth.
I hiss, gripping the blanket and holding it so tight my fingers ache. I thrash my head from side to side as his tongue slowly traces my clit.
I lick my lips and taste salt, but under that is the taste of my alphas. Their scent is lingering on my skin.
All of a sudden, he pulls me tighter and licks from my pussy right up to my clit, where he sucks hard. I come almost instantly with no warning. All through my body, flutters of pleasure surge through me before fading.
Mack licks up my slick, refusing to stop, even though I whine and grind my pussy on his face.
He abruptly pulls back and crawls up my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up, kissing him. I can taste myself on his lips. My pants get louder and my whines more shrill as I grind on his cock.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs. “You’re going to feel so good. We’re not going to leave you alone.”
That soothes some of the panic that I didn’t know I was feeling, but then his mouth is on mine, and we’re writhing against each other, almost frantic. I lift one leg to wrap around his hip.
He tastes like us, and every part of his body is hard and hot. I grab at his ass cheeks, dragging him up against me, clawing at his back, ignoring the hiss and his playful yet punishing nip to my jaw.
Mack is gentle when he thrusts into me. So gentle that even in my weirdly disjointed mind, I recognise it. The care he’s showing. It takes a while for him to work himself all the way in, and then he just lays on me, crushing me to the mattress and kissing me like I’m air.
The heat between us builds, turns frantic and frenzied. He starts moving, slow at first. and then with growing intensity.
He fucks me hard, but when I look past him, I see Elijah on his knees, his mouth wrapped around Devon’s cock.
I make a sound, and Mack turns his head. “Do you like that, little one? Your alphas loving each other?”
“Yes, we should love each other,” I murmur distractedly and drag his mouth back to mine. He takes his time, driving me up to the point of an orgasm and then eases off, over and over.
I’m almost screaming with frustrated need, my whole body wired and vibrating. Devon is fucking Elijah over the armchair. But this alpha finally laughs darkly and slams into me. and his knot slips inside my slick, soaked pussy.
The result is instantaneous.
I scream. My world obliterates. Pleasure is like fire dancing along my nerves, but feeling his massive cock eases the ache. Mack roars, his tendons standing out, his body rocking into mine, that knot locking us together, with no way to get apart.
He stares down at me, his eyes gleaming. Pure possession. In that moment, I know this alpha is never going to let me go, but then it slips away.
“Oh. shit,” Elijah screams and grabs his cock, jacking it off, his eyes staring at me the whole time.
I blink at them. “Mine,” I growl.
Elijah stops. and Devon grabs him and drags him over to the bed. I twist as much as I can and open my mouth. He looks at me and then starts stroking, while Devon resumes plowing his ass.
Elijah collapses onto the bed, just managing to hold himself up. I suck the head of his cock. The possessive but instinctive need for my alpha’s cum is weird. but I’m not questioning it.
He growls and thrusts before grunting and stiffening. My mouth fills fast, I swallow it over and over until, with a shudder, he pulls away, whining, as Devon finishes in him.
His knuckles are white, and he’s shaking. Mack growls and tugs me back to him, kissing me hard.
I lose myself in that kiss. In the feelings as his knot rocks in me, tearing more cries from my body.
His fingers graze my cheeks and anchor in my hair.
“You are perfect, Omega.”
He curls around me, cradling me in his protective arms. I feel so small and safe. Sleep tugs at me, and with Mack’s purr in my ear, I fall into it.
Devon sits on the bed and towel-dries his hair. Mack is lying on the bed on his side watching me intently. I look up, and my body burns. I gasp and roll onto my back, clutching at my breasts.
“Hurts,” I whine and drag one hand down to cup my pussy. It’s drenched, and I ache. I feel so empty. “Alphas, I need knots. Please, it hurts.”
I grind against my hand, slipping three fingers into myself. Devon rolls me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard.
I hiss and try to turn, but he holds my hips and drags me back. One of his huge hands slides up my inner thighs and presses against my pussy.
“You’re so wet, Omega. Anyone would think you need a knot.”
I growl.
He laughs and drags my ass back so I smack into his hips. He grinds his hot, heavy cock against my ass.
“Is this what you want?”
“Please,” I whine.
He laughs as I claw the blanket and thrust back against him.
“You are weeping for me,” Devon says, and now his voice is deeper, gruffer. He growls, and I feel his fingers probing me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks.
“I need your knot,” I whine. I don’t seem to be able to say or focus on much of anything else.
Devon slides into me from behind. It’s smooth and unexpected, and I moan at the feel of him stretching me open.
“Your ass is so hot. I’m going to take that, too, but right now, I want to feel that sweet little pussy squeeze my cock hard.
I want to feel your slick coating my thighs.
When I am covered in your slick, I’ll stop, but you are going to scream for me.
Repeatedly.” Devin hisses as he pulls back slowly.
He pushes forward, filling me up again. His fingers tighten on my hips, and then he crawls up onto the bed, pushing me down with a hand between my shoulder blades.
“Present what is mine, Omega. I want to see all your pretty pussy.”
He slaps my ass, and I jolt, letting out an outraged squeak, but he just takes that opportunity to pull out and rub the tip of his cock over my clit before slamming back in.
He reaches around and grabs one of my breasts, pulling and tugging at my nipples, sending coiling need straight to where his cock is buried.
“I can’t get enough. See what you do to me? I’m going wild, feral. You make me want to rut you. Lose my mind and claim you. Sink my teeth into you and bond you,” Devon growls.
I whine, desperately rocking back to meet him as he thrusts into me, pausing only to really grind his cock in before he pulls out. The sounds of his thighs smacking into mine and wet sloshes of his cock slamming into my channel are so erotically raw that it's only increasing my arousal.
“Fuck!” Devin draws out. He grabs my hair and wraps it around his hand, pulling my head tight and making my back arch.
“You are so damn pretty Omega.”
I am ridiculously pleased by his words.
Devon’s mouth leaves hot, stinging bites all over my shoulders. I push back against him, frantic. He pulls my hair tight, stopping me from moving while he fucks me hard, then slows down.
“I need more,” I cry out.
“And you’re going to get it,” Devon says.
He hisses and then slams harder. For a moment, nothing happens, and then, with a sudden motion, his knot slides into me.
Pleasure becomes pain, becomes pleasure, and I willingly fall into the darkness accompanied by my alpha’s roar of pleasure.