Chapter 25 Elijah
Elijah
Devin and Mack are in semi-ruts, lost in the need to fuck her.
In Mack’s case, he keeps muttering about breeding her.
We’re going to have to talk about that later, but I know Sofia had a shot just before she came home, Franco was talking about it.
And it’s not that I don’t want her babies, just not right now.
But that does mean that I need to make sure she’s okay and being looked after.
I gently help her sit up, she’s light as a feather and very obedient right now.
“No, I need knots,” she moans in a way that is very hard to ignore. I would really like to give her mine.
Her lips are swollen and her eyes shiny. Her hair is a tangled mess, and she’s covered in bruises from mouths marking her and fingertips holding her.
“You need to drink a little first.”
She hisses.
“Drink, Omega,” I command.
After almost twelve hours, we realised that nothing was going to make her take care of herself but us. She is relentlessly driven towards needing knots. If one of us gets up and goes to do anything, she senses it and rouses out of her tentative sleep.
I have never seen a heat, but seeing how vulnerable she is, how helpless, has me riding a killing edge of my temper, ready to attack anything that moves.
She opens her eyes, but I don’t know that she’s seeing me. She drinks the water, only enough to wet her mouth, not enough to hydrate her.
I give a warning growl and hold the bottle to her lips. She blinks and drinks more, enough that when she pushes it away, I’m satisfied she won’t be in trouble of dehydrating.
“Sit up, Omega.”
She sits up but slumps, panting, her nipples are hard, jutting out of the perfect globes of her breasts. Her skin slightly red and damp from sweat. She looks like she’s just been fucked but also like she’s ready to be again.
She’s testing my strength and willpower.
I brush her hair quickly while she moans and plait her hair so it’s not twisting and getting caught up around her. When I’m done with that, I grab the yogurt and hold it to her mouth.
“No, no.”
“You need to eat, and then you can have knots,” I coax.
She reluctantly sucks on the pouch, and I watch as she consumes it. When she’s done, I grab the wet cloth I have set up and wash her down quickly and efficiently.
My cock is hard; it hasn’t stopped being hard. The desire to knot her is a constant refrain, but the need to protect and look after her is stronger.
I crawl into bed with her. Devon and Mack are passed out on the other side, so it’s just me and her.
She rolls into me, wrapping an arm around my waist and fitting to me perfectly.
“You did well, Omega, now you can have my knot.”
She purrs and presses her mouth to my chest, sucking hard and leaving a bruise. It pleases me to wear her mark. Even though I’m now thinking about wanting her bonds. I’m greedy, I know, but I can’t imagine letting her out of my sight now. Living life without her really isn’t an option.
“Alpha?”
My eyes snap open, and my lizard brain takes over, rolling her so I’m on top.
“Omega?”
“I need you, please.”
I swear, my soul shudders inside my body with the pleasure that her whispered comment brings.
I grind into her, kissing her breasts. I love her body; I want to worship her body. Every curve is amazing to me; every imperfection just paints a picture of perfection. But I really love her breasts.
With one hand, I grip and tease her nipple, but with the other, I lean down and take it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and sucking. Every moan and movement of her body tells me what she likes and if she enjoys it.
Bringing her pleasure has become one of my life missions. Hearing her come is my favourite sound. The taste of her is my favourite flavour.
She spreads her thighs, cradling my hips, and grinds against me.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Yours. Elijah.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her recognise us in three days.
“Sofia,” I murmur and kiss her.
I reach between us and stroke her clit before sliding my fingers into her pussy. We’ve fucked in so many ways; she’s been voracious, and so have I. The need to knot her pounds at me, but I want to take it slow. I want to savour this moment.
I watch her every reaction, the smallest flutter of her lashes, the sound of her moans, the way her lips move, and how she frowns a little.
Her body undulates against mine, her slick coating my fingers. I drag them out, circling her clit until she shudders into a release.
I lick her sweat off her chest.
“You did so good.”
I hear Devon sit up and roll us so she’s on me. She wastes no time, reaching down and impaling herself on my cock. I arch half-off the bed, gasping at the hot heat that engulfs my almost too sensitive cock.
Devon straddles my legs and pushes her so she’s lying flat on my chest. I watch him as he touches her, strokes her. Whatever he’s doing has her almost hyperventilating.
He spits on her, then grabs his cock and strokes it up and down.
“Oh!” Sofia squeaks.
Devon’s face gets even more concentrated. She lifts her head, her pussy tightening on my cock. Slick suddenly increases and runs down my thighs.
My alpha leans forward and sinks deep into her. I can feel him. My brain short-circuits as I try to stop myself from coming.
Devon bites his lower lip, tilts his head back, and moans.
I can’t make a sound. I don’t know what to say or even how to speak anymore. It feels amazing; it’s incredible. She loves it. Every single part of her is purring in pleasure.
“You’re taking your alphas so well, Omega,” Devon says with a happy thrust.
She hisses in pleasure.
Devon picks up the pace, but then Mack is there, his cock pointed at our faces. I open my mouth, and he thrusts in.
“Fucking hell, Elijah, your mouth feels so good.”
He pulls back, and I let him, then I watch as she takes his thick, veiny dick into her mouth. It looks too big there, stretching her mouth wide.
I thrust up into her. Trying to ignore the way she’s clenching around me. I don’t want to come yet; I don’t want to end it.
Mack moves closer and guides my head to his balls. I reach up and grip him firmly, taking him into my mouth.
Devon continues to thrust, and I realise if I stay still, he does all the work. She moves back and forward on me, sliding on and off my cock, driving me towards the inevitable ending.
We’re all silent except for our gasps and moans. We don’t need words; this is something else. It’s transcendent. It’s perfect.
I don’t know who starts it, but Mack and Devon start thrusting hard.
“You are so perfect,” Devon hisses. “So damn beautiful, inside and out. I need to knot you.”
I expect him to lift her off me, but he doesn’t. Devon starts thrusting harder, deeper, and then the pressure on my cock gets even more intense. It dawns on me what he’s done.
I can’t speak; I can’t think.
I thrust up, my own knot slipping into her. I’m helpless to stop, I have to knot her.
I clench my teeth, holding back the roar as I rock through the pleasure that is surging out of my balls, spreading through my body.
She’s screaming, sobbing, crying.
Mack strokes his cock, but before I can do anything, she leans up and swallows him down, and I watch my bonded alpha come undone by this tiny omega.
Mack falls away from us, lying on the bed. His cock is glossy and wet, the tip red. Sofia wraps her arms around me and hangs on.
Devon stays for ten minutes or so, and then his knot goes down, and he moves away from her, leaving us together. I think I will lift her off me in a minute. I just want to hold her.
Her heat ends a couple of hours later. I can smell the change in her scent instantly. The way the tension leaks away from the nest is astounding. Both alphas relax in their sleep, and even she falls into a deeper sleep. I’m both sad and relieved.
I go into the bathroom and fill up a basin with water. I come back and repeat the process of washing her while she’s too deeply asleep to even realise what I’m doing.
I clean up the nest, getting rid of the soiled bedding and go downstairs to get some snacks and an electrolyte drink.
It takes me a while, but when I come back with fresh linens, Mack lifts her off the wet patch, and I strip the bed before making it really quickly. Once I’m done, I lay down, wrapping myself around Mack.
He puts an arm back, stroking along my thigh.
“We have to find a way to make her stay.”
Mack is silent for a long moment. “We will.”
I curl into his back, breathing in his scent. “I love you, Mack. Devon.”
There’s a long hesitation. “Yeah, we do, too.”
My body aches, a good ache, but I’m tired, and when I close my eyes, it’s easy to fall into my distracting thoughts, but Mack, who always saves me, rolls, and I curl up against his chest.
“We’ll figure it out. How to make her stay and anything else that comes up.”
With those words, I relax for the first time in days.