Chapter Fourteen
“Come on, pet,” Trent said, shifting as if he were ready to get up.
The thought of losing the warmth of his body for even a moment was too long. Alison clutched him with one hand, her other reaching for the button of his jeans. “Here.”
“I’m not fucking you on a garage floor,” he groaned against her kiss.
“Don’t care.” She bit his bottom lip, undoing his pants to find the hot skin beneath.
“The house isn’t that far. We’ve got bedding there, sweet, and you can make a nest,” Daniel said.
The need to make one wasn’t there, though. Was it because of the drug? Did that make this unlike a regular heat, so she had no desire to do any of that?
Instead, she could only think about the alphas, about their masculine, heavy scents, their strong hands and hard cocks. She wanted to feel the strength in them, to taste them, and none of that required a bed.
She shook her head and pressed her lips to Trent’s throat before delivering a hard bite.
His answering dangerous, wild growl made her whine. The sound didn’t fit at all with the alpha she’d come to know, too feral for the sweet man he was.
Maybe that was why it was as hot as it was, why she tugged at his jeans hard, tired of waiting, her body wet and desperate. Someone else stripped her of her robe, and the cool air against her sweat-soaked skin drew a shiver.
Trent lifted his hips, letting her shift his pants and boxers down enough that she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He was impossibly thick and as soon as she touched him, she was tired of waiting.
She rose up on her knees, her legs straddling his lap.
Her grasp on his cock let her rub him along her drenched sex.
If she wasn’t driven so hard by her heat, she’d have taken more time, teased, but right then she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her.
His thick shaft stretched her, and if she hadn’t been drenched, no doubt it would have stung. Instead, she let out a thin sound, Trent’s hands tightening on her waist as though he wanted to take her in one hard thrust.
Everything inside her lit up, as if her entire body had waited for this sensation. She recalled the clawing, painful heats before, the ones where she locked herself away in her cabin miles from anyone and suffered on her own.
This was how it was supposed to be. Even so, even as Trent gave, she moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails into him. She wanted to hold him down, to take, to have everything. The need came from something old inside her, something that had grown in the generations of omegas before her.
And Trent seemed fine with that plan. He growled in response to her nails and bucked his hips when she’d taken every inch of his hard cock, as if he needed to make sure there wasn’t any space left inside her untouched by him.
He burned her with his touch, seared her so deeply inside that she suspected she’d wear that mark forever, just like his bite.
Her lips met his, though their kisses were surprisingly soft, just a mixing of breath and need.
Alison rose then came down hard, wanting to feel entirely taken by him. Trent kept his hands on her waist, adding power to her moves but following her lead.
It’s not even my lead, she realized. Instead, it was pure instinct.
His groan was deep, and he tightened his grip on her.
His fingers dug into her sides, into the soft flesh at her hips, as though he needed to clutch her as tightly as he could.
He lifted his hips quicker, no longer taking her rhythm.
Instead, he thrust into her rapidly, erratic, and she could only hold on and accept the wonderful, punishing sensation.
She didn’t have to question when he came, to wonder if it had happened.
On the last thrust up and into her, he yanked her down tight against him just as the base of his cock grew.
She’d thought he’d been thick before, but it was nothing compared to how his knot stretched her cunt in a way she’d never experienced before.
It triggered a powerful and overwhelming release for her, something snapping inside her as though she’d been waiting forever for this feeling, like her body had been on edge, needing this.
She squirmed, everything too much, but Trent—usually the sweet one—didn’t let her get away. He hugged her tight to his chest until that knot locked behind her pubic bone.
“Take it,” he growled into her ear, his voice nothing like she’d ever heard it before. “This is what you wanted—what you need. You can handle it, pet, you were made for this.”
Pet. If that name had revved her up before, it was nothing compared to right then. She cried out against his throat as he forced her body to accept the thickness of his knot, as the warmth of his cum soaked into her, as it tamed the raging need that consumed her.
He kissed her shoulder, the one he’d left the bite mark on, like some reverent act of worship he needed to perform. Each press of his lips made her cunt squeeze around him again. It was impossible to ignore how full she felt, how he stretched her to capacity.
Her mind tripped over thoughts, everything muddled and sluggish. Maybe that was for the best, to prevent her from thinking too much. Anything more complicated than the alpha beneath her—inside her—didn’t matter right then.
Warm hands traced up her back, and she arched into the touch. They slipped around her to cup her breasts between her and Trent. When they closed into pinches over her nipples, she whimpered and shifted, the tug of Trent’s knot telling her she was still trapped.
“How’re you feeling, sugar?” Kyle. His voice came from just behind her, his warm breath skirting along her bare skin.
She didn’t answer—was there a good answer to that?—but he didn’t seem to expect one. He teased her nipples before pulling her back so she leaned against his chest, still tied to Trent.
It felt…dirty. She had Trent’s hard cock inside her, still had waves of pleasure rushing through her from him, and yet she leaned against Kyle as he touched her.
The cool air drifted over her now uncovered front, and the sight of her taken by Trent, with Kyle’s hands on her, made her need grow again.
As though he knew that—hell, maybe he did know, maybe that was his plan—Kyle slipped one hand down her flat stomach, He ran his fingers along the lips of her cunt, where she was stretched around Trent.
“You’ve never taken a knot, and now look at you?
Do you feel full, sugar? Hmm? Totally fucked open? ”
His fingers against her, the way he made her focus on just how thick Trent was, on how her body struggled to accommodate his girth, made her hips twist, but she could do nothing because of Trent’s knot.
Kyle chuckled, then brought those torturous fingers to her clit. It made her realize she hadn’t actually been touched there. The idea that she’d had an orgasm without anyone touching her clit made her shiver again. She’d never experienced that.
And yet the first stroke of his fingers streaked like electricity through her, made her pussy tighten and her back arch.
Too much.
Not enough.
Why couldn’t she figure it out?
Not that Kyle seemed inclined to ask her opinion. Instead, he repeated the motion, stroking against her hard clit, driving her mad with the feeling.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Trent groaned, his head against the concrete wall of the garage, his eyes hooded as he watched Kyle toy with her.
“Arms around me,” Kyle ordered, and without thinking, she reached back and wrapped her arms behind his neck. It spread her out, and Trent stared as though she was a buffet he couldn’t wait to start in on.
Kyle didn’t get her off, at least not entirely. Her body still had aftershocks from her last orgasm, and she clenched around Trent, waves of pleasure crashing through her, but he kept her teetering on that edge.
It was the sweetest torture, and sweat ran down between her breasts and over her stomach as she was forced to do nothing but feel. She was entirely in the moment with them, nothing beyond the walls of that garage existing.
It was such a strange feeling, to not worry, to not think about who she should be or how she should act. Instead, she did what felt natural, and she had no room inside her for doubts.
Kyle wrapped an arm around her, then pulled slightly. Trent’s knot tugged at her, but finally slipped free. An empty sensation made her whine, desperate to have that feeling back.
Kyle didn’t give her time to worry, though. He stood and twisted her, setting her ass on a workbench beside them. He’d already stripped down, so all that deliciously hot skin was accessible for her.
He spread her legs, hooking one arm below her knee, his gaze trapped at her cunt. Wetness covered her thighs, now both from her own pussy and Trent’s cum.
Kyle didn’t seem to mind it. If anything, he growled as though he liked her being claimed in such a way by Trent.
He rubbed the head of his cock along her drenched slit, teasing her aching clit at the top.
And all Alison wanted right then was more. More of everything. More of this moment, of the feelings they made course through her, more of that delicious stretch they forced her body to do. She wanted it to never end, to never stop basking in the impossible feeling, the one she’d never known before.
Before, heats had been suffering, pain and fear, even when she tried to not allow it to grasp her.
There was suffering here, she supposed, as she waited on the precipice of need, but it was the difference between a burn and the sting of spicy food. It made her mouth water and her desire soar.
Kyle nestled the head of his cock against her entrance, then grasped the back of her neck. It trapped her, forced her to look into his blue eyes. It made it more than bodies, and she couldn’t think straight enough to wonder why that was.
He surged forward, filling her with a single rough thrust that hilted him, his heavy balls pressing against her.