7. Nadia
Nadia
Ilie flat on my back against the leather sectional, panting hard as the aftershocks of the climax fade.
The ocean breeze sweeps through the open glass doors, cooling my sweat-slicked skin, but the Heat burns right back through.
One orgasm from a pair of fingers fails to make a dent in the ache building in my pelvis.
My slick flows in a fresh, hot rush, coating my thighs and soaking into the leather cushions.
Mikkel supports my bare back against his broad chest, his arms wrapped tight around my waist. Soren still kneels right between my spread thighs, his large hands resting on my knees.
The scent of dark spiced rum, toasted coconut, and smoky vanilla fills the cabin.
I breathe it in. They watch me. Their pupils blow wide, swallowing their pale irises as they track every twitch of my muscles.
My gaze drops. They kicked their sweatpants off at some point during the haze of my orgasm. Their thick, bare cocks throb in the humid air, dripping pre-come and begging for release.
I want them. I shift my hips, ready to drag Soren over me, but Mikkel stiffens behind me. The deep rumble in his chest stutters and dies.
He pulls back, his arms dropping from my waist. He shifts off the cushions, putting a sudden gap of cool air between us.
I blink, staring at him through the haze of my fever. "What? What's wrong?"
Mikkel drags a hand through his dark hair, gripping the strands tight. "We don't have condoms."
The words hang in the humid air.
Soren sits back on his heels, his muscles bunching.
He drags a hand over his face. His jaw locks tight.
"Fuck. You're right." He stares at the floorboards.
"We didn't pack anything for this. We can't risk getting you pregnant out here.
Not like this. We need to talk about what everyone wants before we take that step. "
Mikkel stares at my soaked thighs. The restraint required to keep himself glued to the spot makes the tendons in his neck pop. He drags his gaze up to meet mine. "We pull out. Or we stick to hands and mouths. We refuse to risk your future just because we can't control ourselves."
His voice cracks. They want me, but they refuse to ruin my life over a few hours of pleasure.
A slow smile spreads across my face. I sink deeper into the pillows, letting my knees fall open wider to give them a clear view of my dripping wet pussy.
"You don't have to worry about that." I trace a finger down the center of my stomach. "I have an IUD. It's a hormonal IUD." I keep my voice casual, letting the words sink in. "It keeps me from getting pregnant at all until I'm ready to have it taken out. No accidents. You have a green light."
The silence stretches for three long seconds.
A deep, dual rumble vibrates in their chests. The low sound hits my ribs, carrying a wave of satisfaction and relief. Their scents spike; the rum, coconut, and vanilla turning rich and dark.
Mikkel closes the distance in a single movement.
He drops onto the edge of the sectional and drags my hips straight against his thighs, wrapping his arms around my waist. Soren rises to his feet, stepping close and crowding into our space.
The anticipation skyrockets, burning away the last of my patience.
Mikkel brushes his nose against my jawline. His teeth scrape against my pulse point. "Tell me you're sure, sweetheart. Because once I sink into you, I'm never stopping."
"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." I tilt my head back, exposing my neck to his mouth. "Stop talking. Fuck me."
They don't need to be told twice.
Their thick, bare cocks strain between us. The swollen knots at the base of their shafts look like they hurt.
I refuse to lie back and let them do all the work. I want control. I need to set the pace.
I shift my weight, pushing up onto my knees on the plush leather cushions.
I swing one leg over Mikkel's thick thighs, straddling his lap.
He sits on the edge of the sectional, his broad chest a solid wall of muscle against my breasts.
I sink down, letting my wet core grind against the shaft of his dick.
I point a finger at Soren. "Behind me."
Soren moves. He steps up behind the sofa, leaning his torso over the backrest. His large, calloused hands settle hard on my hips, his thumbs pressing into my hipbones. The heat radiating off his chest sears the bare skin of my back.
I look over my shoulder at him. My eyes lock onto his pale blue ones. "This isn't my first time taking two Alphas at once, Soren." I keep my voice steady, confident, and demanding. "I know what my body can handle. But you need to prep me."
Soren's pupils blow wide, darkening with intense lust. "Yes, sweetheart."
He reaches down between my legs from behind. His long fingers drag through the puddle of slick soaking my inner thighs. He coats his knuckles in my wetness, bringing the hot liquid straight to my tight anal ring.
I turn back to Mikkel. He watches me with a dark, hungry intensity. I lean forward and crush my mouth against his.
I slide my tongue past his lips, tangling with his, tasting the salt and sweat on his skin. My hands grip his broad shoulders as my nails dig into his flesh, dragging down his back and leaving crescent-moon scratches in his skin.
Soren pushes a single, slick-coated finger inside my ass.
I gasp against Mikkel's mouth. I grind my hips down onto his lap, using the friction of his stomach muscles against my clit to manage the sudden stretch.
Soren curls his finger, working the tight muscle.
He reaches forward with his free hand, dragging his thumb straight over my clit from behind, adding a constant, circular pressure to keep the slick flowing.
"Good," Mikkel growls against my lips. His hands lock onto my waist, holding me steady as I ride Soren's hand. "Take it, Nadia. Open up for us."
Soren adds a second finger. The stretch increases, pulling my asshole wide.
The wet, slapping sound of his hand working my slick into my ass fills the quiet room.
I bite down on Mikkel's lower lip, pulling a sharp groan from his throat.
I trail my open mouth down his jaw, scraping my teeth along his collarbone.
I suck a dark, bruised mark into the skin right over his pulse point.
I push back. I refuse to just sit back and take it. I thrust my hips backward, swallowing Soren's fingers to the knuckles, forcing him deeper into my ass.
"Fuck," Soren hisses. His chest heaves against my back. He adds a third finger, stretching my ass to the limit. "You are so damn wet. So perfect."
He scissors his fingers inside me, pressing outward against the tight walls. My body trembles. The dual stimulation pushes my fever higher. My slick pours over his hand in a constant, hot stream, providing all the lubricant he needs.
I pull back from Mikkel's chest, panting hard. My hair falls in a messy tangle around my face. I look down at his rock-hard cock trapped between us, the thick head pressing right against the entrance to my wetness. I drag my gaze up to meet his dark eyes.
"I'm ready." I grind my clit against his shaft, shivering at the contact.
Soren pulls his fingers out with a loud, wet pop.
Mikkel grips my hips. He guides the weeping head of his cock straight to my soaked entrance. I lift my body up a fraction of an inch, align myself, and sink down.
The stretch steals the air straight out of my lungs. Mikkel stretches me wide, thick and unforgiving. He slides deep inside my dripping pussy, filling the empty ache inside my core. I throw my head back, a loud moan slipping past my lips.
"Easy," Mikkel murmurs, his hands holding my waist tight. "Take your time."
But I don't want to take my time. Soren shifts behind me. He nudges the head of his cock against my asshole, coating the tip in the slick running down my thighs.
"Push back." Soren's voice drops into a dark, commanding rasp next to my ear.
I brace my hands on Mikkel's chest and thrust my hips backward. Soren pushes forward at the same second. He breaches my tight ring, sliding into my slick, stretched heat.
I scream. Taking two massive, thick cocks at the same time stretches my body to its limit. They claim me from both sides. The deep rumbles in their chests vibrate against my skin, sending a shockwave straight into my bones.
Mikkel sets the pace. He thrusts his hips up, driving deep into my pussy, while Soren pulls back.
Then Soren thrusts forward, sinking deep into my ass, while Mikkel retreats.
They create a steady, punishing rhythm. They move together like they've done this a thousand times, sharing my body without a second thought.
The pace quickens. I ride them hard, my knees digging into the leather cushions.
My clit grinds right against Mikkel's swollen knot with every downward thrust. The intense friction sparks a fast, sharp climax.
I cry out, my inner muscles clenching tight around their thick shafts.
Hot slick pours out of me. The aftershocks barely fade before a second orgasm crashes through my core, yanking a wild sob from my throat.
They maintain a brutal rhythm. The swollen knots at the base of their cocks bump against my slick entrances, teasing the ultimate stretch, but they keep the thickest parts of their cocks outside my body.
The dark spiced rum, toasted coconut, and smoky vanilla scents wash over me, drowning my senses.
Mikkel's breath hitches. His hands lock onto my hips like vice grips. "Take them."
They drive their hips forward in unison. The massive knots breach my tight rings, popping deep inside my pussy and my ass.
Taking both knots stretches me beyond reason.
A sudden, jarring realization hits me. My mind flashes back through the last ten years.
I presented as an Omega at nineteen, a late-bloomer in a society obsessed with finding a scent-match.
I spent almost a decade chasing down a specific, hollow ache in my chest. I cycled through casual hookups, wealthy bachelors, and endless nights at Phera.
None of them worked. Every single Alpha left me unsatisfied, empty, and frustrated.
But right now, as my father's best friends knot me at the same time, the itch vanishes.
Mikkel and Soren are the first to truly sate me. They fill the void.
"Fuck!" I sob, my nails digging into Mikkel's chest. "Yes. Don't stop. Please."
"I've got you," Soren growls behind me, his hands bruising my hips as he drives forward and empties his hot release deep inside my ass. Mikkel groans against my mouth, his knot pulsing as he floods my soaked pussy.
The sheer magnitude of taking both knots, combined with the emotional realization, pushes me right over a cliff. The climax hits hard.
My vision spots with white stars. The edges of the cabin bleed into total darkness. My entire body locks up, rigid and shaking. An intense, reality-shattering orgasm rips through my core. I clamp down hard around both of their thick knots. I cry out, a raw, wordless sound of pure pleasure.
The intensity shatters my consciousness. I go boneless. My eyes roll back in my head, and I slump forward, passing out as my body blacks out from the sheer magnitude of the release.
I hit Mikkel's chest like a ragdoll.
"Nadia!" Soren shouts, his voice cracking with sudden, fierce terror. He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin to keep me from sliding off the sofa.
Mikkel catches my shoulders. "Sweetheart. Nadia, wake up." His voice shakes with protective panic. He presses two fingers hard against my neck, hunting for a pulse. His chest heaves under my cheek.
The darkness recedes a second later. I blink, the white stars fading from my vision. I take a deep, shaky breath, dragging oxygen back into my lungs.
I let out a satisfied groan and lift my head. I smile up at Mikkel's terrified face. "Wow."
Mikkel drops his head against the sofa, letting out a shuddering sigh of relief. A rough, breathless chuckle escapes his lips. Soren rests his forehead against my spine, his chest trembling as a low laugh vibrates against my bare skin.
"Fuck, sweetheart," Soren kisses my shoulder. "You gave us a goddamn heart attack."
They wrap their arms around me, holding me tight, burying me in their safe, protective warmth as they laugh.